As soon as my parents went to bed, I went straight across the hall into my brother’s room.“Oh hey Hannah,” he said. “What’s up?”I couldn�...t help but look at him like he was an idiot.“I want to ... you know,” I said as I undid the buttons of my shirt. “Help. I felt like you got really close at the cinema - maybe tonight we can finally crack it.”“Oh, thanks,” he said awkwardly, unable to stop himself from admiring how well my new bra emphasized my tits. “That’s really nice, but I’m not. John had spent days removing the debris of the storm off the beach and around the house. He’d also repaired most of the broken windows, rehung all the doors that had fallen off their hinges, and even the holes he found in the roofing. Inspired by his efforts, Meg had given the place a thorough scrubbing from floor to ceiling. It was starting to look like a house again. It was also starting to put some muscle on her scrawny frame, a fact that John didn’t fail to both notice and appreciate. But. Salty pre-cum flowed from my leaking manhood. I could not move. My body and soul were numb with pleasure. Time stood still. I needed the sweet release of an orgasm. “Please,” I said weakly, just before I exploded. There was a harsh, raspy noise, maybe a yell, possibly a scream that bounced off the fog and surrounded us. It was a voice from deep within me, although I had no ability at the time to discern that it was me expressing vocal pleasure as my release finally came and cum raced through. Strange! she thought, as the taxi pulled up outside the house. No lights were visible, although she could see the fire flickering through the net curtains. She paid off the taxi and walked up the drive, thinking that her husband will get a shock seeing her home early. She put her key in the lock, thats odd? she couldn’t turn the key. Can’t be locked, someone’s home. Probably fallen asleep in front of the fire she thought, I’ll knock on the lounge window. As she peered through the window she.