I make an excuse and leave the kitchen, back in my bedroom I sit on the side of the large king-size bed and ponder what am I going to do? I tell mysel... he cannot detect anything other than my usual clothing and return, nervous but more confident. We go in to the lounge and carry on talking. After a while I laughingly tell Steve that I’m going to a fancy dress party … as a tart! He nearly choked, which slightly dented my ego, but I continued nonetheless. To his credit he took this bit of news. My ass was cold but my pussy burned with lust for my brother's dick. My knuckles drummed over my young clitoris. My left hand on the brick sill to steady my trembling body. My breaths came in foggy gasps.I watched him turn back to face the window. His cock was at full mast as he stroked. My eyes locked on his glistening head. He let go of his cock and walked closer. I retreated a few inches, afraid he might see. His cock stood horizontal. It seemed too big for his frame. Curved up like a ripe. "Which one do you fancy most?" she asked."The one on the mixer," I whispered as if he could hear me even though I must be fifty feet away."Not bad," she mused. "Mind you, any one of them could have me if they played their cards right."My eyes scanned the other workers but my eyes were drawn back to my guy."Don't just stand there with your tongue hanging out, do something," she advised. "Write your phone number on a piece of paper and give it to him." What, no, I couldn't," I gasped."Fucking of. This peaked his interest and when he asked what I was wearing right now I told him I`d send a picture. I took a selfie of my breasts bulging out from my bikini and quickly sent it to him. After waiting more than 20 minutes for a reply I thought I must have offended him, although the opposite transpired. The ping of my phone and accompanying picture of Dean`s hairy and hot chest moistened me downstairs. I asked him whether he`d like a full body shot, and YES he did was his answer. I propped my.