Up until that day, Patrick never used aftershave or wore cologne in his entire life. Surprised, I asked him why on the drive to the city. Patrick shru...gged his shoulders and smiled. Of all the colognes for men on the market, my favorite is Old Spice. That is what my Dad wears. I took Patrick over to the counter selling colognes and asked the young woman behind the counter for a bottle, offering it to buy it for him. ‘No thanks, Marie. Women are supposed to smell pretty, not men,’ Patrick then. "Anna," he said, "Would it be possible to get some shots in your knickers and then fully nude?"I looked at him."Okay, I don't see why not," I replied, and slipped out of my jeans.I lay in various poses, giving a glimpse of my pussy through my lace knickers, eventually sliding them off, glad I had trimmed myself well the night before."That's fantastic Anna," I heard him say. "Now one on your knees looking back to us."I obliged, quite enjoying myself."Okay Anna, could we try something extra?". Slowly they began to recover. John asked that they stand apart so that he could render his opinion. But by now they had completely forgotten what they were supposed to be comparing. They looked so similar Candice could have been April’s older sister. They were holding each other, embarrassed and more aroused by the mini orgasm or whatever that was they had just experienced, hoping the other didn’t realize what had happened. John was finding it difficult to continue the game. Both were. Usually when we hadnt seen each other in a while he just grabbed me and wed fuck like mad, but he was in no hurry tonight as he licked his way around my labia, avoiding my clit, turning me on slowly, tightening my arousal like a guitar string. I panted as he licked and sucked, thrilled by the wet sounds and the knowledge that my brother loved me, that he was here, making love to me, and he loved me. I had to bite my lip when his tongue touched my clit, sending a shock through my whole body. I.