She gave me her address and directions and told me she would leave her garage open and to park inside. We had been careful not to hold hands or even k...ss in public up to now. I was surprised when I walked her to our cars she pulled me close and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss that seemed to last long, but not long enough to be suspicious to others that might have seen it. I was a nervous wreck the rest of the day thinking about what was going to happen. Now my sex life with my wife was. After taking a few minutes to catch my breath, I climbed out of his bed and walked back to my room without saying anything. I was not sure what to say after having some of the hottest anal sex of my life with my own brother. All I did know as I fell asleep that night was that I felt satisfied. I woke up in the morning before my alarm, my thoughts immediately focused in on the events of the night before. Just thinking about it made me horny. My ass felt empty without him inside me, and I. .a...an...Andrew."Tiffany slipped her arm around his. "Mmm... aren't you just delicious."Andrew started to respond, but she took the chance to plant a long, deep,sensuous kiss on him. Her tongue forced its way fully into his mouth.She tasted like a peach, he thought.After a very long moment, she released her mouth from his. He tried torecover, but his head seemed to be swimming. Again, he tried to speak,but she locked arms and started to pull him away."Why don't we find somewhere quiet where. More and more ... There’s these silences. Like there’s nothing more to say. On his part more than mine I think. I find myself talking and wondering if I’m really just talking to myself, if he’s actually listening. And the happiest times ... more and more it ties to sex. Which, unfortunately, isn’t nearly as frequent as it was, and trending towards the infrequent. But when we have sex, the conversations happen. Between. After. And it’s like that well fucked glow sustains me for the day, you.