I went down stairs for breakfast my motherwas busy in the kitchen."Morning Craig you want something to eat." It's ok just fruit juice will do for me,"...I replied as I opened thefridge to pour myself a glass. "You going out today?" she asked."Yeah a little later," I said. Leaving the kitchen I went through to thelounge and flicked on the television, settling back on the settee Itried to watch some television while flicking through the sports pagesof the morning newspaper.About a half hour later I. A kid, indeed, yet my younger brother led me into that ultimate bliss; a woman born is to know.Fully relaxed, he slipped into a nap over my body, keeping his limp cock lodged in my hole.The door bell rang. We got up. He gathered his cloths and ran into the bathroom. I slipped into my nightie and walked to the door. The door was not bolted in, oh God, I was alarmed. I opened the door. The milk man was standing at the outer gate. I regained my breath.After tea, I bolted in with my younger brother. But, despite what my animalistic urges and my well-demonstrated verbal poverty might suggest, I also believe there is much a young lady can stand to gain through more cerebral interactions. The spoken word, the banter, the instruction – in short, the other kind of "intercourse" – can season the anticipation or execution of that sweet congress you and I both treasure.One approach is what the kids call "negging." This consists of mild, flirtatious negativity, often in the form of giving. When she arrived with the tea we spent the next hour or so reminiscing over the treasure trove of old photos that neither of us had ever seen before.“Back to work” I said, “Just a couple more drawers, a chair and the workbench to break down. It shouldn’t take long.”The next drawer contained Dad’s old Kodak camera and a couple of empty photo albums which Mum decided to keep. The bottom drawer was empty. I returned with a hammer and screwdriver to dismantle the workbench and discovered that after.