I was immediately embarrassed. It was one thing to grow wet under someone's touch -- and I was sure Matt could feel the effect he was having on me -- ...ut it was another thing to silently plea for more of it. And I had to keep telling myself, he's your brother, he's your brother, he's your brother. “Spread your legs.”"MATT!!" Shh" He then slipped his hand inside my panties, brushed over my clit, and put a finger in my wet pussy. I had to bite my lip to stop from groaning. He withdrew his finger,. My eyes stayed glue to Travis’s trying to gauge his reaction all the while letting Evan hold my arm but not budging from keeping my distance from him. Travis had already seen enough. I felt like being wrapped up in Evan’s embrace right now would be more like throwing it in Travis’s face rather than proving a point as Evan so obviously wanted. Before I could speak, Travis’s back was all I could see. ‘Shit.’ I muttered under my breath before I tried to go after him. Me being lurched backwards was. It left my attention free to watch my wife, who was getting frequent corrections from Martha on proper pushup form. Her legs were already covered with a light sheen of perspiration from the treadmill, and her running shorts stuck to her bottom like skin. My legs were pretty shaky by the time I finished, and I was glad to lie on the floor catching my breath as Martha brought us both bottles of water to rehydrate with. "That was for warm-up," she announced, "now we start keeping score." We. I dont know if you can compare it with a Rabbit caught in the headlamps of an oncoming car, but I somehow knew I was going out and Frank would have me, a general acceptance of the inevitable, and I walked out to meet him.I went into my bedroom and took off my underwear, as I knew, and I laugh as I think back on it, I would need to take them off anyway, so better to be prepared, besides we would need to be quick, as my absence would not be unnoticed and others would come looking for me.I was in.