The second interruption of our dinner was a call from his father. When the call didn't terminate in a reasonable length of time, Sheila became restles.... "He must know we're having dinner. Why doesn't Charlie tell him?" she said, speaking more to her self than to me.We only heard short bursts, short sentences, from Charlie's end of the conversation when his voice elevated in protest. "But Dad, I have company," he inserted and became quiet for about a minute. "Dad, I have plans," was followed by. Once again, my big brother rose to the occasion. His hand traveled higher and his fingertips ghosted over the seat of my panties. “Ooh, you are making me feel so nice,” I said. “Really?” he asked, looking excited. “You don’t mind?” “No. Touch me more,” I said. He swallowed hard but did as I asked. I gasped when I felt him directly rub his fingers back and forth, stimulating my clit. “Right there,” I sighed, adjusting my tank top to draw attention to my breasts. “Is my baby sister horny?”. Let’s have you both on the couch when we bring the lights back up. Can you do it? I looked at her and said, “Oh, we can do it. What do you think, Ben?” He smiled at me and said, “Hey, I’m game. I know I can do it, but, since we haven’t any lines locked in, it may take a few days to get them all down for a couple of shows. You know, memorized.” Sandra said, “I think if you just use the same lines as Act 4 you’ll do fine. Let’s run through it one time before you go home.” I left and went to my. At the site of this I could control myself no more. I opened my fly, pushed the top of my shorts down and grabbed hold of my rock hard dick! It took no more than three or four pumps for me to shoot my load straight in through the toilet door and onto the tiled floor. A few more pumps to empty my load and I let the door start to close as I walked away to the sound of Angie screaming to her own orgasm.Having returned to my desk, I was obviously entranced by what I had just seen. There was no way.