I grew up in a normal family, at least in my opinion. My parents
were university professors, Becky, the oldest in the family was
the best friend and my mentor. Becky and I got along so well that
there weren’t any secrets between us and I should say that she
taught me everything that I knew about boys and sex way before I
even saw a sex organ of a live adult male.  She told me how to
manipulate guys, how to tease them and enjoy when they are in
helpless agony of sexual frustration, demonstrated how to jack
off a guy and blow a guy using a banana, and even taught me how
to rub myself to an orgasm. Although we had made bodily contacts
in some of those silly demonstrations, those were never sexual
and not even for a split second I wouldn’t think either one of us
had any lesbian feelings. Looking back, perhaps she was Bi and
still is. I distinctly remember times that she gave me kissing
lessons, letting me feel what it is like when a boy fondle my
then small breasts, kissing them and passionately sucking my hard
nipples. Even the times when she taught me how to play with my
clit, playing with it my clit with her finger, caressing the
crease and slowly sticking a finger a knuckle or two deep. I
loved all that in a sisterly way.

Becky was gorgeous. Everywhere she went, she had men, regardless
of their age group drooling over her and she knew that very well
and she used her looks to persuade them whenever she could to get
from them whenever she wants. Yet, she never succumbed to their
wishes unwillingly. In short, she was a big tease and a flirt.

Sandwiched between Becky, who was almost eighteen at the time and
me who just turned fourteen was Frankie, our only brother. He was
tall, lean and handsome. It wasn’t very often that a teenaged
girl looked at him and looked away – that was until the girl come
to realize that inside that attractive frame lived a mentally
undeveloped mute who was hearing impaired. Don’t take me wrong,
Frankie was very lovable, he was capable of taking care of his
own hygiene needs, serving himself a meal and even more, but he
had a mental capacity of a ten year old, add to his other
imperfections. He could hear and understand if you yell loudly or
if he happens to be wearing hearing aids, but often, he turned
the device volume down or off to remain in his own world.

Getting right into the story… I think parents were out for the
weekend and for some reason Becky was home that Saturday night. I
do remember that cable TV was down and had been down for few
days, therefore while waiting for cable guy to show-up, we
couldn’t catch our favorite shows. Frankie was in the living room
with Becky and me, and was seemed bored to the point that he
found someway or other to get our attention or to annoy us. Well,
typically he would watch TV after dinner or let mom baby him, but
without mom or TV, he naturally wanted some attention which me
and Becky weren’t up to giving.

“I know what…. Let me get one of those DVD’s that dad just made”
Beck said referring to old VHS tapes that dad converted to DVD
recently using the machine that he purchased as she walked to
dad’s study where the DVD’s were.

“Sure” I said. “You like watching old family movies right
Frankie? You can see baby Frankie and baby Becky and guess what,
even me when I was baby” I said to get Frankie interested in
sitting and watching something on TV screen until his bed time.
He smiled and said yes using sign language and let some sounds
escape his mouth as he typically does.

We played one DVD that had clips from parents wedding, followed
by some clips of parties. Frankie had a good time watching it, he
kept pointing his index finger towards the screen relentlessly
laughing to images of mom and dad, when they were much younger.

“Ok Frankie, I think it is your bed time now” Becky said removing
the DVD from the player. My brother growl making a frown face.
After staring at Frankie in displeasure, Becky finally gave in
and picked up another DVD.

All was fine several minutes into the movie that was again some
very old clips of mom and dad’s collage days. And then at an end
of a clip, it jumped right into a wild sex scene. I froze, Becky
chuckled and Frankie made a weird sound from the bottom of his
throat. I still remained frozen unable to think how to react. On
the screen was a nude teenaged looking blond with huge breasts
sucking a long pole and the owner of the pole was groaning in
ecstasy, while encouraging her to suck using profanity. Then
Becky… she was laughing franticly and Frankie who sat right of me
was making animal sounds while pointing his index finger towards
the TV with wide opened eyes and smirking.

“What the heck….” Becky laughed again. “Dad must have used a
re-recordable disk to burn his old clips over a porn DVD”

“Better stop it now” I muttered… “You never know how Frankie is
going to react to this” I said turning to Becky who held the
remote control and turning to my right side to see Frankie who
was now watching the scene very keenly. The blond was getting
pounded now with long strokes while her feet were held up by a
stud. The close-up didn’t leave anything for imagination.

“Right” Beck said turning the DVD player off and ejecting the
disk. Frankie wasn’t pleased at all. He yelled, screamed and kept
demanding Becky to replay the disk. It took us good 10 to 15
minutes to calm him down and guide him to his bedroom.

“You think Frankie will somehow tell parents about the porn
movie” I asked Becky wanting to make sure that we didn’t get in
trouble for playing it.

“Heck no” she said. “It was an honest mistake. We had no idea
that dad kept porn, besides recorded family stuff over porn. It’s
all his fault, not ours” she giggled pushing me playfully.

“Have you seen porn movies before? Maybe on the net?”  Becky’s
eyes glimmered as she asked the question.

“No, never. Dad has some software installed on my computer block
those sites, you know that”

“Mine too, but the DVD was fun. I wish we could have watched
more. Maybe later… now that know he has a disk, maybe he has
more. Hey, are you ok if I out in few minutes. My friend is
getting off work at 9.30 and maybe I can hang out with him for
few hours” Becky asked

“Sure, go ahead. Frankie is sleeping and maybe I’ll do my
homework or read a book or something till I feel sleepy” I told
her, knowing she would go out with or without my consent anyway.

Once Becky left, I showered, changed and went to bed with a
novel, thinking of finish reading last few chapters before going
to bed. The story involved a steaming love affair between young
girl who just came of age and her middle aged master. There were
several paragraphs describing steamy love scenes and at each one
of those chapters, I had to sigh, thinking what I have yet to
experience. Scenes from the porn movie came to mind, although I
didn’t see more than few minutes of it, those clips disturbed me,
giving me an opportunity to relate clips to what I read in the
book.

Soon I was burning inside from sexual acts that I saw and my
vivid imagination that tuned what I read in book into sequence of
moving pictures in my mind. I didn’t have to reach between my
legs to find if I was wet and I knew I was. I stared at a page
for minutes not being able to make sense of words as I enjoyed
pictures that appeared in my mind and then placed the open book
on my chest, reached down under my short pajama shorts to slowly
rub my clit, which was already swollen. I moaned as I rubbed
myself, wishing that Becky was with me to do the rubbing for me
as my own fingers couldn’t come close to giving me the
satisfaction that Becky’s fingers have. I sighed and moved
restlessly. My mid finger found its way down to the crease while
my thumb massaged my clit. My body shivered to each stroke of my
finger running up and down my slit and my mind was full of vivid
images of a guy with a nice long shaft rubbing his thick head of
cock on my clit while caressing me all over. I twisted, turned
shivered waiting for that awesome relief to spark at any moment
in wild anticipation.

Suddenly, I heard an “Ugh…”   followed by a knock on my door.
Here I was just within seconds of reaching a self-initiated
orgasm and my brother (who else) was at the other side of the
door wanted to halt my bliss. I wished it was Becky instead of my
brother Frankie. For my luck, I was stuck with him and had to
tend to whatever his need was. I hurriedly pulled off my hand
between my legs, buttoned up my shirt and invited Frankie in,
well sort of.

“What’s the matter Frankie?” I yelled opening the door, seeing
that he didn’t have his hearing aid on.

Frankie stood there with a huge sneer on his face and yelled
“UGH…” the first sound he typically makes before resolving to use
the sign language. But he didn’t. He stood there grinning.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FRANKIE?” I yelled again and using the sign
language simultaneously to question. He made his lips, grinned
and still stood there staring at me. At this point I was fuming.
Here I was almost to climax… Frankie not only had the courage to
disturb me as he had an urgent need, but now just standing in
front of me without explanation for his rudeness.

“OK THEN, GO BACK TO BED, WOULD YOU?” I yelled again and also
used the sign language. As I was getting ready to close the door,
leaving him in the hallway, Frankie smiled, his smile immediately
caught my attention since it looked different than his normal
smile and his eyes also shone while they travel along my face.

“UGH…” My brother yelled, this time bringing his hands forward
from behind his back where they had been and pointing a DVD and
then immediately pointed down the hallway, presumably towards
upstairs retread where there was a TV and a DVD player.

“What the fuck” I murmured being stunned and dumbfounded by
Frankie’s behavior that was most unexpected. My brother smiled,
shyly and innocently. His face had a look of a kid begging for a
candy bar at a candy store and blushed. That made me even more
curious as to how he even understood the gravity of his request
well enough to blush, but second look at this tall, lean and
handsome guy who stood there in his boxes and a sleeveless shirt
made me feel sad, knowing that he was still a small kid inside
that grown frame.

Tucking the DVD under his left arm, he begged “Please” in sign
language.

“I don’t think we should. Go to bed” I flashed in signs.

“Please” he flashed back, turned and walked down the hallway. I
had to think fast… I certainly didn’t want him watching the adult
DVD period. But he was determine to watch it. I also knew how
uncontrollable he gets when he gets angry and knew well that I
couldn’t control a guy who was bigger and stronger than me alone.
 Besides, he knew he wasn’t allowed to use the DVD player or
watch TV unmonitored, but now seemed adamant about doing so
anyway.

Then I quickly thought “Heck, he had seen few minutes of the DVD
already and why not let him see bit more and then sweet talk him
to go to bed”

I rushed behind Frankie, made him sit on the sofa flashing “Calm
down and sit”, turned on the TV, inserted DVD in player and hit
Play before sitting by him. Again the DVD started with old flics
that dad copied over. Frankie immediately showed his displeasure
by pounding his fists on his front thighs, making sounds from
bottom of his throat. He flashed “forward” and I chuckled seeing
his unrest and desire to see sex on the screen.

Once I forwarded the movie, he immediately began to laugh, made
bodily gestures to display his pleasure and hugged me without
taking his eyes off the screen. I thought it was hilarious the
way he acted before settling down to watch blond bimbo getting
fucked. However, I had mix feelings about watching an adult movie
with my mentally under developed brother. I would have watched it
with Becky for sure, but there was no way to compare watching
something like that with Becky vs. Frankie. Nevertheless, I tried
to convince myself to go with the flow for few minutes and enjoy
the movie myself.

Frankie was silent while his eyes were glued to new scene where
two girls were entertaining another stud’s cock. Not denying the
fact that I enjoyed previous scenes, and being aroused, I tried
to grasp how someone like my brother could enjoy watching an act
of sex, let alone if he knew what it was. Then my first glance at
him gave all the clues that I needed.

“Oh my god” I muttered, noticing the huge bulge under his boxes.
I was stunned, if not memorized spotting the size of tent he
formed and if his cock moved bit more to the center, it
undoubtedly would have break out of fly of his boxes and pointed
straight at the ceiling. I lived with this guy for so long, but
how the hell did he keep that thing hidden for this long? Or I
never noticed what he concealed under his pants? I questioned and
was equally astonished that he could even develop a hard-on.
Silly me….

Then I just couldn’t help, but think what his tool looked like.
More importantly, what he was going to do to diminish his
erection. Does he know how to jack-off? Will he shoot his load
without any contact at all?  I pondered if I should teach him to
achieve self-satisfaction or not, then immediately discarded
those thoughts. But one thing for sure, combination of Frankie’s
erection and adult movie, I was soaked to the point that my own
juice was seeping down to my thighs, down to my buttocks by then.
After staring at Frankie’s tent for good while, I made a bold
move, purely because I wanted to help him, at least that what I
wanted to think at the moment. Reaching towards him, I started to
caress his flat stomach over his shirt. Frankie didn’t react at
all as he was still enjoying the movie, new scene was tit
fucking. My hand moved stealthily his lap, resting there for a
moment and then I quietly unbuttoned few buttons off his crotch.
“I am doing this for my one and only brother dear who is not
capable. And it is not incest, no way” I reminded myself as I was
unbuttoning his fly.

I must have anticipated his cock to jump right out of the opening
at that point, but since it was more along the length of his
thigh and left groin, that didn’t materialize, defying my wishful
thinking.
Then without warning what so ever, Frankie groaned, and it was
his happy groan, stood, rushed to the TV and rubbed the screen
right over the image of girl’s breasts who just had a guy cum all
over them. Turned around and chuckled as he achieved a great deal
with a childish smile, a very happy smile.

As he walked back to the sofa, he eyed me keenly, then ogled my
chest, grinning. I panicked and feared that he had all the
intentions of raping me right there and then the way he looked.
Especially when his movement stirred his cock enough to stick
right out straight peeking out of his boxes fly. It looked very
firm, long and the purple head of his cock was huge. Instead, he
sat and looked at my chest and back to the TV where the girl was
now smearing cum all over her breasts.

I sighed in relief and liked my lips looking at his long shaft
now pointing to his belly button.

“Show me” he flashed and pointed to my chest.

“No” I flashed

“Please” he made a sad face reaching to my chest. Then without
any hesitation at all, he began to pull snap-on buttons off my
shirt. Of course I could have resisted, but I let him have little
fun understanding that he was curious and aroused. Allowing my
brother to expose my breasts couldn’t be any worse than letting
my sister Becky finger me, correct?

He starred at my chest lewdly. Caressed each nipple, smiling as
he did and returned to watch the movie happily. Dammit…. He could
certainly have spent more time with my breasts and I would have
let him at that moment, but I was disappointed that he didn’t.

The scene was a girl on her knees stroking a guy, occasionally
swirling her lips around his mushroom shaped head of cock and
licking the underside sporadically. I glanced at Frankie’s tool
which was oozing pre-cum and pulsing. I just couldn’t comprehend
how he could go on to watch this movie, without touching his what
seemed to be an aching hard-on, not even once he touched it. I
knew I had very powerful desire to finger my drenched pussy that
kept leaking juice by the gallon and wished he simply whacked
himself and went to bed, allowing me to take care of my business.

“Poor Frankie” I whispered to myself looking at his tool, which
looked so manly. Shamelessly, I reached for his hand, shifted it
to his cock and moved his hand back and forth. His hand brushed
his cock, but my brother didn’t quite seemed to get the idea that
he had to make a ring around his cock to stimulate it. He smiled
and his face had many questions written all over it.

I mulled over whether or not I should demonstrate how to jack-off
to him, wrapping my hand around his awesome tool that seemed to
be in dire need of some relief, but only if he knew how to attain
the bliss that he seemed needed badly. My brother was excited,
yet in agony. The fact that I was drenched and desired nothing
more than the freedom to get back to my own room to finish myself
off didn’t help either, thinking as long as Frankie held on to
his load, he would most likely wanted watch the movie. I took a
good glimpse at his cock and it stood firmly upright, impressive
in its length and girth. What a waste?

Frankie howled joining the girl who just had a screaming orgasm
on screen, while a stud drove hard and fast between her legs that
were raised above his head. I smeared my brother’s pre-cum along
the ridge of his head, leaning to him, lowering his foreskin with
my right thumb and index finger and using my left index finger
around the ridge.

Frankie hopped, screamed and looked. Needless to say that I
freaked out hearing his scream, quickly withdrawing my hands from
his cock. After a quick stare, he smiled and reach to take my
hand and then kissed it. My heart still pounding after the quick
scare, I looked into his eyes to get a good reading and he seemed
calm and gave me the feeling that his scream was due to pleasure
or unexpected touch, not otherwise.
After a deep breath and a sigh, I smiled and flashed signs to him
asking if he wanted me to touch him. Frankie smiled and nodded.

I quickly flashed back, “No telling” and he crossed his heart. I
wanted to believe that he wouldn’t tell a soul if I helped him
jack-off or taught him how to and wanted to trust that he would
keep his word. I was already convinced that he should know how to
jack-off, knowing that he could produce an awesome hard-on.

I flashed signs at him again “If mom and dad finds out, they will
beat me to death” Frankie gave a sad look and crossed his heart
again. I was not totally surprised that my big brother with
mental capacity of a boy several years younger to him was aroused
enough to get me to make him feel better and promised not to
spill a word.

I leaked more juice as I slowly leaned on his side and reached
for his pulsing rod that was very slick with his thick pre-cum.
Frankie howled this time in joy as I made a tight fist around the
base of his meaty pole and moved his foreskin gently back and
forth with my left hand. I didn’t have lots of experience in
giving a hand-job, but I did what I though was the best and
fastest way to make him cum, remembering one of the guys always
asked me to go slow and easy.

Frankie kept screaming and yelling in joy. I swiftly gathered
that yelling and screaming were his way of moaning or showing his
pleasure to what I did to him. I felt gratified that I had the
opportunity to help my brother who had no one to teach him what
to do with an erection and without a doubt, I felt even more
aroused feeling his stiff cock that slid up and down between my
fists.

Within few minutes, Frankie invented a new way to add to his own
pleasure. While I was jacking him off furiously by then, he
slightly lifted his bottom and began to fuck my fists and my
fists were so full of his pre-cum and I had to even tighten my
grip to keep them around his pole. He kept yelling and howling as
he pumped my fists. My brother was overjoyed and the way his cock
tightened and lengthened gave away that he wasn’t going to last
long. I contemplated whether or not to take his cock in my mouth
to speed it up even more for him and even give him more pleasure.
If not taking his beautiful cock in mouth, just tickling him more
by licking the head of his cock… But Frankie screamed louder,
froze momentarily and then began to fuck my fists even more
vigorously. He irrupted like a volcano sending jets of cum
straight to my face, neck and chest, as I stood there leaned on
him, holding his thick meat.

He groaned and kept pumping my fists even after the last drop of
cum had escaped his little red peephole. I had seen boys shoot
cum before, but never before I had seen anyone producing such
load. I was even surprised his a little peephole could shoot that
much thick creamy cum and shoot with such force to go far.

Whipping my left hand off his shirt free of cum, I asked Frankie
to go to bed. Frankie responded by pumping into my right fist
that still loosely wrapped around his cock - that was still
rigid. He groaned, pumped, placing his hand over mine, and
fastening the grip that I had on his tool. He groaned again,
looked and gave me a begging smile, as begging to keep jerking
him off.

With my little experience with boys, I knew that their cocks
remained rigid soon after they emptied their loads and then
deflate enough to stick their belongings inside their underpants.
Typically, they would leave happily, often not even thanking for
my kindness. The DVD had stopped, my brother was still hard, but
I guessed that his cock would go soft in any minute, although he
showed a strong desire to keep his cock firm and fuck my cum
covered slick fist. Being so aroused at the moment, I badly
wanted to take his cock and stick it under my pajama shorts, at
least to rub my clit with his fat head, but I refrained from
making such radical move.

When sitting next to him, leaning sideways to hold his cock
became uncomfortable, I switched my position to standing in front
of him. First I lurched forward to jack-off and then my groin
accidently made contact with Frankie’s knee, I was swift realized
that I could get a consolation thrill if I press his knee between
my legs. I did just that. I saddled his left thigh, rocked my
hips slowly at first, rubbing my sodden pajama covered pussy on
his thigh, while I leaned forward placing my right cheek on my
brother chest to get better leverage to keep my fists around his
shaft.

I was more satisfied and comfortable with the new arraignment
that gave me prospects of further arousing myself by grinding my
pussy on my brother’s leg. I sped up my grinding, I instantly
went through couple of trifling orgasms. I kept grinding, while
jacked off Frankie, who was in return fucking my fists, while
groaning in pleasure. Then I came to realize  that I was giving
him more pleasure by letting him fuck my soft hands covered with
his cum and pre-cum, while I was taking little when I had no skin
contact anywhere near my naked pussy. The earth shattering orgasm
that I craved for was nowhere near as Frankie increased the pace
that he fucked my fists. I grinded harder and faster wanting to
climax with my brother I jacked-off willingly and lovingly taking
pity on him. But the irony was that I felt so close to reaching a
massive climax, but it just wouldn’t materialize.

I tried imagining that my brother’s thick cock was inside of me,
he was ramming me hard and fast. But the barer of between us,
piece of garment didn’t allow that imagination to dwell and
swell. Then a though zipped through my mind – what if I take head
of his cock and rub it against my clit and slit? That surly
wouldn’t be incest, at least in my mind at the time and what I
was exposed to with Becky it wasn’t. Knowing that Frankie
couldn’t keep humping my fists forever, I had to think fast
before he shot his second load and I knew he was nearing it.

In a spit second, I made a very bold move, even up to now, I have
trouble understanding how I had the courage to even think about
making such move. I started by placing my knees either side of
his legs and saddling him crushing his cock up against our
stomachs.  Frankie groaned and looked in surprise as I undid rest
of the buttons off my pajama shirt, opened it wide and let him
see my apple size breasts. Then gently I took his hands, placed
them on each breast.

“Touch softly” I flashed in sign language and he did just that
with wide eyes that obviously gave away that he was stunned,
nevertheless delighted. It was awesome. I instantly had another
wave of marginal orgasms, but they weren’t exactly what I yearn
for. Taking control of the situation, I pushed my brother back,
took one breast and pushed it to his opened mouth and naturally
he sucked on it immediately giving me immense thrills. Pushing my
torso up, still remaining knelt on the sofa, I pushed my pajama
shorts down, side at a time and then bending my right knee up to
remove pajama shorts from that side  and then swiftly sat on his
lap, pressing his cock down at the same time, before he had an
chance to see what I was doing.

“Ugh….” Frankie yelled still keeping my breast inside his mouth
as he felt my scorching slit pressing on his rigid cock. I
started straightaway – I slid my slit back and forth on his
hardness, dripping more juice on top of what had already leaked
out of my pussy. The way Frankie started sucking my breast and
even moving from breast to breast as he was insane gave out that
he equally enjoyed the increased pleasure as his shaft slid in
between my flooded pussy lips that were swollen. He yelled
between sucking and strained himself with attempts to increase
the tempo. I was exhilarated and delighted as I felt that earth
shattering orgasm seemed blink away. My body kept shivering while
I slid my pussy over and over his cock and enjoyed hearing
sopping sounds that emitted between our sexes as sound of music.

I can’t remember how exactly how it happened. Perhaps in my
struggle to keep Frankie’s cock firmly lodged between my pussy
lips failed momentarily and attempt to reposition myself caused
it. When I realized that head of my brother’s cock was right at
my pussy entrance, here I was shivering and quivering while
moaning so loud being at a brink of an orgasm that I expected to
rip me apart. I had no time to think straight. Naturally, I
pressed forward as I was doing, without thinking twice about it.
His head of his cock entered my very wet opening, splitting my
opening wide open giving me enormous pleasure. Just the head
plugged my opening so fully and so tightly pressuring inner walls
to give in to the pleasure. I don’t know who screamed the loudest
but we both screamed at once in pure ecstasy. As my orgasm was
within reach, I didn’t have to stop and think for once. Without
taking his head of cock out of me, I lifted my butt, I reached
between my legs, held my brother’s firm cock and lowered my hips
right onto his cock taking good few inches of him at once, as we
both kept moaning, groaning and making loud noises that made no
sense to anyone else but us. Second and third successive trusts
had his pulsating cock buried to the hilt and I crumpled
shivering unable to contain myself with massive orgasm that tore
me apart. I kept at it, ridding wave after wave of orgasms that
completely shock my body silly.

As my orgasms were subsiding, Frankie took over thrusting me long
and hard for a short period of time before I felt his hot cum
shooting inside my soaked pussy and we collapsed to the sofa
holding each other tightly.

We may have dozed off for few minutes’ right there. When I opened
my eyes, I was so happy to see my brother sleeping with a huge
grin on his face. That made me feel ecstatic that I was able to
give him a gift that he couldn’t even have dreamed of. By then,
it was almost midnight and I knew Becky would come home by 1 am.
I swiftly guided Frankie to bathroom, removed his cum soaked
boxes, and cleaned his limp cock with soap and warm water after
making him sit on the toilet. I carefully observed every detail
of his tool that I entertained and entertained me while drying it
off. Then I kneeled in front of him and sucked his marvelous tool
for good thirty seconds, getting it bit harder, but perhaps not
hard enough for penetration.

“Frankie chuckled like a little kid when I took him to his bed.
He asked me if I could please suck him once more and I happily
complied for about a minute that time, but he remained half-hard,
but very happy. Next four to five years, Frankie and I fucked.
Surprising me, he never acted strangely with me when others were
around and knew the right place and time to come to fuck me.

Several months later Becky said that Frankie gave her creepy
looks when he saw her changing. Then another time he actually
came closer when she had only a bra and panties on, he took his
cock out and rubbed it all over her ass cheeks. Becky said that
she let him do that, thinking it was an innocent act out of his
frustration wanting to be engaged sexually, but not knowing how
or with whom. Next time when Becky repeated the same story, it
changed from Frankie rubbing his cock all over Becky’s ass cheeks
to pulling her panties down and sticking his firm cock between
her upper thighs from behind. That time she said Frankie fucked
her pussy lips for so long time even after he ejaculated between
her pussy lips and he made her reach multiple climaxes before he
shot his second load.  But knowing my big sister very well, I
just couldn’t think she would just settle for a pussy lip fuck,
especially if she was so horny and kept climaxing in waves. To
clear my doubts, several times I’ve heard someone tiptoeing down
the hallway towards Frankie’s room around 1 am - time that Becky
usually came home from her Saturday night outings was good enough
for me, but I never questioned Becky.  I didn’t care since I had
no emotional attachments with Frankie other than enjoying sex
with him while I dated others freely and fucked them too. But
Frankie was very special, not only because he was my own  brother
who had no one else to mess around with, he always stayed hard
long after shooting the first load till I had multiple orgasms to
get his second shot out. Then I also wondered if he ever fucked
anyone else? Like mom? Mom always had him sleep with her whenever
dad was out of town and I could only imagine what they may have
done.

I guess Frankie wasn’t that dumb in another context or stupid
after all.