He feared punishment or maybe he was just really thirsty, but he drank it right down like it was a real glass of lemonade. He looked sick afterwards a...d I thought he was going to barf. My pussy was soaked and it had nothing to do with sweat. Through my shorts, I rubbed hard on my red clit. I leaned back in my wicker seat and closed my eyes against the sunlight that poured into my face past the ivy-laden trellis. I came quickly with a tiny groan. "Here, have another", said Brigit. She took his. ......Charlie had arranged to go a bar to watch a football match when we get there the bar is rammed --- I had dressed to impress as always nice short mini dress and high heels -- I'm not really into watching football, but the clothes make me feel really good and KNOW I look amazing ..... Showing my legs and wonderful cleavage mmmmmm...I look in the mirror before going out and think to myself --yes I would fuck me -So I finally manage to get a drink and have to stand by a high bar table --no. We stayed that way for awhile, with me planting little kisses on the back of Mom”s neck, and her turning her head around and sticking her tongue out for me to suck. Finally, I began to shrink and popped out of her cunt, and there was another dribble of combined cum on the floor.About that time the phone rang, and Mom answered it, still panting a little. “Hello? OH, hi, Beth, she said, No, he”s gone to work, I think, but Billy”s here with me, Yes, sure, come on over, we”ll be here.” She turned. ..” I panted.“You know you want it, just let go for once and stop being so good,” he growled huskily.Leaning back he watched me obviously waiting for an answer. He let go off my arms and I sat up but my body tingled and ached for him to touch me. It was so wrong, he’s my brother.“You’re my brother,” I stated breathlessly.“We’re not hurting anybody. It’s not like we’re in love are we? Just...releasing some stress,” he smirked at the end.I had to admit he was right. I was so horny and...he was.