" But isn't that i****t?" I asked. "No," she said. "It's not like it's sex or anything." So you don't care that your own brother gets turned on by tha...?" I asked. "Sweetie, it's harmless." Does he ever touch you when he's doing it?" "Sometimes," she said."Gross!" I thought I was going to feel more disgusted by this than I actually was. "Do you ever touch him?" "Sometimes," she said. "Have you ever masturbated him?" "Yes." Seriously? Have you put it in your mouth?" "Honey, I..." She looked at me. I could just, you know, feel that he was going to make her LOVE cock so much she’d be bi forever.I tried hard not to be jealous. And not to be scared he’d prefer Lettie over me. I told myself how silly that was, after all the girls I’d shared with her, and all the guys I’d had who had to not be jealous, and how this was all Titty’s scene anyway, making this happen. So I thought those things and it helped a bit.And I thought how hopefully I was going to spend the night with him and perhaps. "He hit a particularly sensitive spot. Molly cried out and arched her back. His words affected her as much as his touch. Just the sound of his voice got her going. The look in his eyes. It all combined to overwhelm her. "Jason. Slow down. Please." Molly tried to calm her breaths, but the feelings rushing over her made it impossible. Her stomach clenched in reaction to the assault on her clit, the sensations swirling through her belly as his fingers massaged that sought after spot inside her.. He must have something on them all - that's for sure. I wonder what, exactly?" Do you believe his story about having left our own time behind, Doris?" asked Marcella."Well, as I just said, we never seem to meet any other ships, which is odd. But it does seem a pretty unlikely claim. What did they say to you when you were offered a place on the Merry Maid Adventure Cruise.?"Marcella smiled sadly. "Oh. Just that it would be a trip back to a time when hearty buccaneers sailed the Spanish Main,.