He started fantasizing in his head, about marking women, and sending them bottles of perfume, warning them that he was coming. That would be such a th...ill if they were expecting him, but didn’t know where or when.He filed that idea for later thought, and then reached out with his tongue and tasted her.Slut was delicious, as he had known she would be. He slid his tongue deeper inside of her, lapping at her juices off her labia, and then from inside, as far as he could reach, before sliding. I went to work. I came home. I went for a walk, either around the neighborhood or on the treadmill. I played online for a while. I went to bed. Repeat.I knew that Lisa at least made good on her commitment to keep working out. I occasionally saw her in the fitness center. At first, I let her be so as to give her some space. Then I let her be because it was just awkward otherwise.Over time, we reached something of a mutual, unspoken agreement with each other. If I went to work out and saw her. I was so close to exploding on my brother’s cock. “Just spill it in me. Let me massage you into rapture.”“Such a loving sister,” he panted, pumping hard and fast. He buried into my depths. His crotch smacked into my rump. “Goddamn.” His fingers dug in on my tits. He gripped me hard. “Deep massaging me. Shit.”My brother’s cock buried to the hilt in my cunt. His balls smacked into my clit. Pleasure exploded through me. I came. My pussy convulsed around his dick, writhing, massaging him. The. Her perfectly rounded ass cheeks spread just enough to see her puckered little hole and the puffiness of her pussy protruding out from between her thighs. Those cheeks then moved downward to her perfectly shaped thighs before floating on downward to her sexy calves and finishing at her cute feet with her painted toenails. By the time my mind got to her feet, my hand was firmly stroking my hard cock.I pictured the things I would do to her bent over like that. I would run my hands over her thighs.