Well, I'm kind of getting off looking at him, actually. I never thought my own brother would get me hot but I'm all tingly in the panty department wat...ching him masturbate. And, yes, I can feel the wetness growing inside me."Do you do it fast or always slow like you're doing now?" Both, it depends, sometimes fast right up until the end then slow right at the finish. You're sure nosey." Just wondering." How do you do it?" Well, you've watched me, I've seen your pictures of me doing it but. Sharing that restriction with her made my entire body flutter with lust, as well as creating a bond between us that left me beaming.We simply stared at each other, reveling in these feelings, for quite some time. Then, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and, at the sound of another "Snap!" finally tore my eyes away from the woman I loved to look at Mistress, who now stood between us. In each hand she held a slave collar."Do you want to wear my collars?" Yes, Mistress," we both. “Oh fuck, Trey! That feels so good.” Olivia verbally acknowledged the fucking for the first time. With the veil of plausible deniability lifted, Trey saw no point in being subtle any longer. Over the noise of the speeding truck, the assertive player whispered into Olivia’s ear, “It’s hard for me to get my fingers in there with your thong on.” Olivia inferred what he was asking. She reached under her skirt and peeled her thong off of her waist and down her thighs. She bent her legs towards her. That same night, I flicked my clit fervently in bed. I had to bite into my arm so that my dad--and especially my brother, who slept in the room next to mine--didn't hear me. When I came, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I stuck my tongue out like a bitch in heat. It was a face I can't remember ever making before.When my father calls my brother and I down for breakfast, I am worried. He doesn't usually make breakfast for us, and when he does, it is because he has an announcement. I.