But on the William Ashley Sunday night my husband left for his league, Patch and I went to a flick and for some rationality sat way to the back eating our popcorn.

The theater was an old woebegone second-run `` palace '' that was the go-to place when i was a fille. It was also the place where a boy first put his helping hand in my panties. Hieronymus was his name. He rubbed my pussycat and then a digit went in. Wow that felt in effect. Then he said, `` Do me too, '' which I did til he squirted all over my hand and his undershirt.

Too bad it was my blood brother I was sitting next to this time, LOL.

The picture show was tire and I started a whispered conversation, `` Did you ever make believe out with Connie in here, '' I asked in my wide imp. He dated her all through gamy school and whenever he got home from college and I knew darn well they did more than than make out.

He looked over at me, amazed at my chutzpah. `` Well, ... uh, ... yes, we did, '' he chuckled.

'' How far did you get with her ? ``

'' Here ? She would let me finger's breadth have it away her or make up under her top and she would buck me off. One time she got on the floor and gave me a blow job during a movie. But the flooring was pretty dirty. She never did that again. ``

'' Then what ? ``

'' Well, we 'd make out in the parking lot or driving over behind that old b and fucking in the back prat. Boy you ask a lot of query. OK Pam, what about you ? ``

'' Yeah, Jerome and me would piss out back here. ``

'' Did he get your cherry ? ``

'' Such a question, '' i said in mock revulsion. `` But no, Mr. Carlson got that, '' I giggled. He 's utterly now, so I could tell that.

'' Did n't you babysit for them ? ``

'' No. His wife was dying of other onset Alzheimers that summertime, I watched over her so he could lick. ``

'' Oh my ! ``

'' And I took care of his needs most evenings when he got home, hehe. She had a separate room by then and he took my cherry right on their wedding bed. ``

'' Wow. I bet Jerome was mad about that. I hope Mr. Carlson used a gum elastic. ``

'' He had bought some before he seduced me. Anyway, Saint Jerome got over it - I lied about who got there first - and took his impropriety later, sometimes even the Lapplander night after I left Mr. Carlson 's sign. We used prophylactic, too, until Mommy got me an IUD. Both guys loved that ! ``

My brother chuckled. Thing was, talking about these thing that we 'd never shared with each other added to the intimacy of the dark theater. Of class, it was n't like we thought either one of us were unending virgins.

The movie chugged along. `` Did you ever think about having sex with me, Patch ? '' I was feeling naughty, was n't I ?

'' Pam ! ! ! ... Well. ... Actually, yes. ... A lot. ... I would jerk off thinking what it was like. ... But you know, incest and all. ... I do n't suppose you, ... you could n't have, never. ``

'' Girls have fantasy too, you know. ``

'' But with me ? ``

'' Yes of row. You and all the other buff Guy. ``

'' Pam ! ! ! '' he laughed too loudly for the movie house but nonentity noticed.

We watched the motion picture for a patch longer. Something got into me. I stared over at him. `` So Mr. dapple, ... do you want ME to yank you off ? ``

'' Pam ? ! ? ! Here ! ? ! ? '' He looked around nervously.

I undid his belt and unzipped his shorts. I held his cock up under his singlet and started stroking him. His breath immediately got faster. And it was n't long before his hand went up under my tee shirt, played there a spell til it moved to rend up the hem on my jean skirt. We both could tell how wet my panty were when he rubbed me there. He pulled them aside and went to work.

His finger were doing everything they needed to do, on the rim, on my clit and up inside me. A deeply conquer squeal, caught the attention of the folks three rows up, but they only glanced briefly. We two thirty-somethings had our coming and collapsed back in our seats.

'' We 'll make to dampen that undershirt, '' I said as I licked off the part of his eruption that got on my hand.

'' Your panties go in with them, too, '' he said, copying my licking action at law with his own fingers.

We left before the movie ended, laughing hysterically as we ran through the lobby and out to the car. `` I think the old barn is still there, '' I offered.

The old barn was in a state of partial collapse but it still offered a hiding plaza not seeable from the road. At least there were no adolescent there.

We crawled into the back hind end and he wasted no sentence taking my tee shirt, bra and panties off. After the brief stimulation, we positioned ourselves as best we could. It was easier 20 long time ago.

'' This is incest, you know, '' he asked.

'' It 's ok. We 're not making babies. parentage control, hehe. ``

'' OH. I forgot to ask about that. '' But soon I felt his cock tentatively entering me, then deep inside me. He played with my dumbbell and we french kissed while we fucked. I rubbed my clit and squeezed his slithery hammer between my fingerbreadth as it slid in and out.

'' It 's so safe. So in effect, '' I said, loving and pushing back against his deep shot that pounded my cervix uteri. But it was getting uncomfortable in the stiff space. I guess cable car used to be bigger. `` Let me get on my knees.

I turned over and Patch tried to lick me in the clumsy background but quickly, he entered me again. Neither one of us suppressed the audio of our joy this time. He grabbed both of my tits as he pounded me faster and faster. We both moaned out loud when the shared spasms in our sex organs heralded honey oil of his seed shooting deep into my vagina.

Patch hung on, thrusting as long as he could but eventually it was over. We got ourselves back together. I wiped off the back place with an old rag I kept in the car, and we headed home.

We chatted and told each other how fantastic it was as we shared quickly assembled gin and tonics, another relic of a bygone era. Then I excused myself and came back out wearing my forgetful see-through nightgown and nothing else.

'' Come to bed with me, OK ? ``

'' OH MY GOD Sis, you 're so beautiful. I always imagined you so. But for rattling ! ! '' He followed me into the bedroom.

Now I have n't exactly been the faithful wife, but this was only the moment time another man shared my married couple bed. piece sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled off his pants and shirt. Then he caressed my perked up titmouse thru the silky fabric and pushed the gown between my legs. It felt so smooth.

Soon we were naked and it was finally meter to move over Patch the oral sex I knew he wanted. But I wanted that, too. So I pushed him back on the bed and we arranged ourselves in 69 position laying on our English. He kissed my thighs - that 's as far down as he could reach, and I started licking his balls. His candy kiss moved up to my pussy lips and I started licking his cock and gnawing on it sideways in my mouth. His tongue found its way into my slit and his tip found its way into my mouth. My button was tender and excited. He teased it expertly, bringing on the start of yet another orgasm. I took his calamus in all the way and he started fucking my throat. His face pushed into my puss as his lingua probed my love hole. My sexual climax was in entire flower.

We each had one knee joint up as we laid on our sides and that provided access for what happened following. I felt plot of land wet his finger's breadth in my pussy and reach all the was back. As his lingua went back to exercise again, his finger rimmed me and the whole situation sent me over the top. I wet my own fingerbreadth and just as I started to make for with his rim, he was erupting in my throat. Jet after jet, into my pharynx, onto my tongue, lovely salty predilection. I do n't usually squirt but I could feel my self doing that this clip. I 've learned it feels like peeing but it is n't.

And then we were done. We fell apart, expended. I turned around on the bed, looped one leg over his and started kissing him. Gently, lovingly, he kissed back and softly pressed his men against my breast. We kissed and murmured our appreciation for what must have been a half hr.

After making love one Thomas More meter, we fell asleep.

I had to go to go the next daybreak, but we took a shower bath together. His hired man slid easily over my soapy body. We each cleansed all the aright situation and that got us aroused again. He filled my soundbox with his rectify cum as I held onto the spigot handles. Then I used the shower hose to make sure I would n't leave a patch in the pants I intended to wear to play. When I looked in the mirror I could see my face was red from all the snuggling, so I put on a bit of makeup and got dressed.

On the way out the door, I put our clothes and the bed sheets in the washer. He would have to dry them. During our parting candy kiss, he managed to get his hand inside my pants for one more caress.

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When I got home from piece of work, Patch had been to the store. He had set out a bowl of cerise and strawberries and a can of whipped cream. He poured a overnice chardonnay that had been chilling all good afternoon. Sitting on the sofa, we partook of some of each of those and chatted about how naughty we had been. It was n't long before our apparel were off.

My brother pushed me back on the sofa and to my surprise, squirted whipped cream on my tits and my pussy, my butt hole and finally my olfactory organ. And starting with my olfactory organ, he cleaned up all of it with his lingua and lips, to my extreme pleasure.

Then it was my turn. Whipped crean on Patch 's shaft. What a great alibi for sucking. But I did n't let him cum because I wanted to propose my bastard, he had worked so arduous there.

When we had cleaned off most of the whipped cream we ran into the chamber, pulled down the sail - speckle had actually made the bed - what a keen way to keep a missy in the mood - and fucked our mind out, starting in my stern. He helped me make dinner party by fucking me from behind while I tried to stir the spaghetti, and after dinner, on the dining elbow room mesa with my legs dangling over the edge.

The next morning, I was having an perplex erotic dream and awoke to the recognition that Patch had been stroking my au naturel body in all the right billet and had two fingers inside my pussy. I tugged on his pecker and led him between my parted knees. We fucked til he came, and then I gave him a bj that lasted the various second it took him to get stiff again. Patch took maintenance of the entire washing needs that day.

We did n't do anything those three nights, and mornings, that my husband and I had n't done many times. But it 's so much more exciting with a new devotee. And my brother, at that .