Theunfounded lies my older brother and his wife are telling him about memust have taken a serious toll on his health. What must he think ofme, now? I'... sure he's seen the picture of me in the weekend gazettethat described me as a gorgeous debutante. I'm in deep shit with mydad, and I want to get back into his good graces, if it's at allpossible " You don't know it, not for sure. It could be all in yourimagination, for all you know. Maybe your brother isn't talkingbehind your back. Maybe he is. .. sometimes when we’re asleep together, he spoons up behind me. I feel ever so safe, but sometimes in the middle of the night I can feel his thing. Sometimes it presses hard against me. He’s like that right now. Spooned, I mean. Not hard. I gently roll away from him. He rearranges himself on his back.The room’s lit by the dim glow from the clock and from the nightlight in his bathroom, so it’s not totally dark. I can see pretty good, actually, and his pajamas are just part open.I’m thinking. Reaching a hand down to touch her back, I wrestled for a while to find an entrance to the oversized T-shirt. I could reach only a few inches down her spine but the flesh felt deliciously soft and warm . Taking her lips off me, she shuffled a little higher and closer under the covers, lifting her shirt at the front to offer me greater access. I slid a hand beneath and found the flat, smooth skin of her abdomen. Switching my caress higher, I found her neck and traced the skin down with my finger. He just kept fucking me, so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he was oblivious to mine. That was fine, but for the fact that, after the first three orgasms or so, I was near the point of collapse, my body sheened with sweat, my thighs, back, arms and shoulders feeling sore and fatigued. I moaned, the huge, heavy dog still on top of me, still in me. With a final groan, I lowered my forequarters to the futon, laying my arms out, my arse still up in the air. He was still gripping me around the.