Then his tongue was in my mouth. Slippery hands on my breasts. I was gripping his steel-hard c**k. My brother's c**k, like it was the most important thing in the universe. You shouldn't be touching your brother's c**k, I heard my mother say in my ear. But there I was, touching. Stroking. Both of us soaking and steaming hot.
I remember the exact moment his fingers breached my p***y. The instant his digits filled my wanting, grasping s*x. I'd expected, I don't know, something fumbling. My other boyfriends had always approached my v****a like some foreign thing, and I doubted my clumsy little brother was going to be much better.
But as soon as the tips of his fingers slipped inside me, I felt like I was his. A puppet on his string. He held me there, supplicant. Even the smallest movement en
