I wrapped my hands around his balls, and my lips around his dickhead, and started to work it. While my hands played with his balls, I started to taste...the salty dirt of his skin.Aroused by the strong smell of his crotch, I covered more of his meat with my mouth, until his head was hitting my throat. I tightened my lips around his nigger, trying to massage him the best way. I wasn't getting enough, I wanted it to be even bigger and bigger and bleed my throat, damage me. Since I could never do it. Its all he ever thinks about. And she said his thing is like huge and she was sore for a week after they did it! EWWWW! I gaped at her. You…You heard? You mean youve never actually seen it? I asked. What? No! Gross! Listen here, I may be a bit of a slut at times, but Im not about to get on my own brother! she cried, and turned around, prancing back to her room. WHAT?! Just then, the door opened and Henry appeared, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His hair was dripping wet and. Finally, just to break the silence, I was forced to say stupidly, “I wanted to meet you."He smiled again, “Yes," he said knowingly. He decided to put me at ease and began talking. A more or less natural conversation ensued over a couple of beers, but the whole time, I couldn’t get those pictures out of my head. Finally, he said, “You liked the pictures.”It wasn’t a question, but I answered “Yes” anyway. He smiled that same smile again that was reassuring, mocking and arousing all in one. My. .it just turned out that the bed in our bedroom (which was conveniently on the opposite end of the house from the c***dren's rooms equipped with "listening" boxes so she could monitor them even when far away) had been conveniently "turned down" with a nice assortment of Hershey's "titty" candy on the pillow. When they entered, she took a seat on the edge of the bed and patted it, inviting him to sit, too. Pretty soon both were undressed and under the sheet cover making love, but not screwing.