He pushes me off of him and jumps up and gets dressed. I look up at him in dismay. I couldn’t believe it, that was it. I fucking suck him off and he...does nothing for me. He and John may be brothers, but John would never do that to me. He would never walk away until I was satisfied. Jeff notices the look on my face, and laughs. “I will pay more attention to you later,” Jeff says to me winking.“What makes you think there will be a next time,” I ask.He looks at me with a huge smirk on his. Occasionally the sound of the door opening and closing would mar the quiet ambiance of the room. Then, there was also the infrequent sigh and scrape of the lone chair in the room when the occupant's mother would shift her position.David's mother did not stay all day, but she did come in nearly every day and would read to him for hours at a time. She did this for two reasons. One was because she believed it would help him recover faster, the other was because she couldn't take the unnatural. I ought to move in so you can do my cooking." Ha ha! Don't get any ideas, sister." Although he didn't show it, he actually wished that she wouldn't joke about something like setting up together. He hadn't thought about it much, though, and she had never brought it up with her, he wasn't sure about the idea himself.They toasted each other, drank several glasses of wine, and ate heavily. They also talked a lot about their jobs. the news, joked with each others' words and played little seductive. The vision in her head was her Dad with his finger inside her most private place, and she imagined him kissing her lips, her breasts, and her nipples. She felt the walls of her cunt flutter as they tried in vain to draw Jim’s imagined phallus deeper inside. As her orgasm overtook her, it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming, “Daddy!”.Anita enjoyed reaching a climax, but it was never completely satisfying. This one, however, was more than she could ever remember experiencing.