I was being treated like anobject, yet it was empowering at the same time. If I just had to flash mytits at a lonely old man to get fifty bucks--or wh... knows what else-- Ithought, why the hell not?"Kayla nodded in agreement, "It's power, girl power. There's this oneteenage boy in a Beemer convertible who comes in all the time on myshift, and I swear he's always got a hard on."I smiled. "Probably has a thing for redheads. I know that's whatattracted me to you in the first place."I told myself I. It was all so wild, so unreal; all her sexual fantasies were coming true, one at a time. She didn't have to worry now about how Mom and Dad were getting along, didn't have to feel the antagonism between her parents heavy in the air. She was being loved; she was loving, and the outside world didn't count against that.The nap of the rag tickled the cheeks of her ass as she sat down, caressed her spine as she lay back, still holding hands with Jean Marks. The other girl's foot rubbed hers and made. After about 5 minutes of this torture she finally took all of me into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on my dick and I moved my hips to meet her mouth each time. I could feel the back of her throat each time and the vibrations from her moaning made my balls start to fill with cum. She rubbed my nuts while sucking me off and soon I was shooting streams of cum into her mouth. When that was full she pulled my still cumming cock out of her mouth and some stray cum shot on her face then. We ended up in my room, through chance rather than design. I was exhausted, my legs burning with the exertion of running up and down the stairs. I flopped down on my bed, the hem of my sundress rising to the top of my thighs. My pants were still modestly covered so I felt no need to pull the hem back towards my knees. Besides, he was my brother and I felt safe in his presence.He flopped down beside me on the bed. Laughing, I moved over a bit to give him more room on the single bed.All he was.