"The night we met," she said, moving her hips and reddening."You never touched yourself before?" asked the Amazon."I never wanted to. Sometimes I felt...funny riding, but good funny. My girlfriends told me about their fantasies and touching themselves. I figured I needed a fantasy. I waited for you." I'm taken," I said, kissing the Amazon lightly on the lips."I know. Kiss her again but mean it," she said. We did. Her movement quickened. She brought the Amazon's hand to a breast. The Amazon. She turns and looks at me, exposing her hairless masculine chest withsix-pack abs and full curved pecs. It was as she could sense that thesight of her gorgeous bare chest excited me. She pulls down her jeans andrevels that she is wearing a jockstrap. The straps of her jock frame theflat hard cheeks of her ass. The pouch is filled, not with a cock bulgeof course, although a cock would look quite at home on her boy-ish body,but rather with the pouting labia of her vagina.The elastic fabric of the. I held my breath as I watched my little 23 year old brother pull down his jeans and shorts down, leaving him standing there totally naked in front of me. He was going to get on the bed but I held up my hand to stop him. “Turn the light on” I said breathlessly “I want to see you.” Obeying me immediately, as if I was in authority, or maybe because his big sister had asked him to do something, the light flicked on. My vision was blurred and as it slowly cleared my brother’s figure came into. At least mildly interested. I thought that maybe we could watch them interact together. As the family name implies, we come a long way. Wayne’s ancestors earned that surname once they started giving them to freedmen, you know, during and after the Civil War. His great-great-grandfather got it honestly, being a real butcher in fact, on his master’s plantation in East Texas,” Tamara explained the surname, more out of pride than out of necessity, “I don’t mind telling you that he’s a judge.