Cassie gasped and spread her legs, though she was unsure of what was at the entrance to her hole. I eased the pickle into her cunt and started to fuck...her with it. She was enjoying the sensations, and I pulled away from our kiss so I could kneel between her legs. I continued to slide the pickle inside her, then stopped so I could take the end into my mouth. I then pushed the pickle as far into her cunt as I could, and started licking her clit and pussy lips around the pickle. As Cassies pussy. ”I could see she was teetering on the edge of decision, but I had a feeling that her disapproving frown was more for show, or to avoid tipping her hand too soon.I offered her a stool and a drink of her choice so we could talk. She wasn’t going to drink, then said, “Fuck it. Do you have a decent cabernet?”"A great one. On the house, of course."I let her sip and simmer and breathe. I could tell she wasn’t sure where to start."Does Nick do this kind of thing often?", I asked gently."No" she said. Butwould I be a better sister than I am a brother?As I lay in bed later in the night, I stare around at my bedroom andsigh. Over the last four months I've spent time and money turning it intoa haven of pure femininity- the walls are pink, the shelves are full ofdainty ornaments, the wardrobes are full of clothes and there are racksof shoes all over the floor. It's a far cry from 'Steve's room with itsgrey walls, mismatched furniture and shelves full of DVDs, and yet, thereare days when I would. Her b/f knew what she was doing but the mate didn’t know the b/f knew he was being felt up.I said I wanted to try it and she said there was a guy at her works in the stores who we both knew. She said we could meet him for a drink and see how it went.I was at work the following day when my g/f text to say we would be meeting Ian that night for a drink.I only knew Ian from a works event but he was o.k. We met Ian and spoke about the usual topics, film , music and Football. We got talking about a.