I was a freak. I was the kind of girl who’d sleep with my brother without a second thought. Hell, I’d only been awake for a few minutes, and already the idea was incredibly appealing ... Collapsing backward onto my bed, I tried not to think about my brother in a sexual light. He was just my brother, I told myself, and just because my breasts were one size bigger was no reason to stop thinking of him as a sibling ... all I had to do was remember that he was just my sexy older brother, and nothing more.Wait, no. Not sexy. That wasn’t what I was trying to ... I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Here was what I was going to do: I was going to get up, go downstairs, and sit down in front of my brother. I was going to try to ignore the way he’d inevitably stare at my tits, or the way that my body would respond ... I wasn’t going to let his long, lingering glances at my chest affect my behavior.I certainly wasn’t going to pull my shirt up and let him have a look. My body was not there to. I did so subtly, lightly pressing my lips as though running a feather across her skin. As I did so, I let my beard tickle her softly.“Adam can’t even grow a full beard,” she said. “Not like you.”“Fuck him,” I said.“Fuck me,” she said.I peeled her t-shirt off and deftly unhooked her bra. I’d never understood the idea that they were meant to be difficult to remove. Time always seemed to slow down, though, in the moments after, as the bra fell away to reveal the woman’s breasts. Esmee’s breasts deserved to be accompanied by an orchestra. They were like drops of water running down a window – they had a clear downward trajectory, but they were flowing rather than hanging. I was babbling. They were fucking perfect.I took one nipple in my mouth and let it roll about my tongue, before leaving it with the slightest bite. She recoiled instinctively, before giggling and thrusting forward again. As I had bit her nipple she now bit her lip. I performed the same action with the other breast, but.
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