Her butt-cheeks squeezed about my face as I caressed her sour hole. I savored the flavor of her sphincter, this earthy taste that had my futa-dick ach...ng.“Miss Marlow!” she gasped. “That is positively filthy.”“I know,” I moaned and pressed my tongue against her asshole.“What are you doi...?” Her words trailed off, my tongue wiggled past her anal ring. “That's even filthier. You wicked hermafrodita.”I was.As I swirled my tongue around in her bowels, my right hand slid across her exposed. She looked up as Brian came in, smiling, startled out of her reverie. “Oh, I’ll get into these and um, we can get started.” she said, blushing as the cold chains ran across her palm.She was pretty sure her brother was going to be having issues again today. “You, um, are ok with all of this, right? I mean, it is rather sexy and stuff. Was not sure a guy liked seeing that on a sister - it’s kinda weird, right?”Her question seemed to pull him from his musing. “Um, yeah, you know, of course I’m OK. I eagerly continued discovering every inch of his body. I hesitated when I reached his, his, and his…. I couldn’t even say it at the time but there I was looking at it. Weird looking thing I thought. My friends had told me about this thing but I didn’t think I’d ever touch one much less John’s. They told me to just do what feels comfortable and he’ll feel comfortable. I thought that was just a myth until I started working my magic on him. His encouraging moans told me my beginnings of sexual. But this time, I slid my hand in her shirt and unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders. My hands massaged her breasts, and teased her nipples. Pinching, pulling a little. She broke the kiss and I took the opportunity to slide her shirt off. With the shirt off I finally saw what I'd been fantasizing about for a long time. By now my pussy was soaked with my juices, and my clit was needing some attention. I took Angel's right breast in my hand in slid my tongue along her nipple. She.