You know what that does to me."Defiantly, Tracy flicked her tongue over her brother's chest one more time, and received a groan of desire as reward. T...hat was all it took to spur her on, now teasing and tormenting the man she loved so dearly as their lust blossomed and grew. Brandon's reactions were predictable, and as his manhood grew and rose, his sister lovingly caressed it, sinking to her knees to lavish the love and attention she thought it so richly deserved."Take me, big brother!" she. I stood and dashed to my chair in the corner. I didn’t dare look at him and I didn’t dare leave the room. What if he left again? “Jesus Christ! You’re the cunt and I’m the one feeling bad because you’re fucking crying?” I heard the cry in his voice. That helped me to stop. “I am the cunt,” I whispered, looking at the floor. I found the courage to look at his face and I saw his tears. “I am! I am a cunt!” I shouted. “This is the fucking cunt you married and she is sorry she’s such a fucking. Suddenly I felt Manuel's hand on my left thigh. Not quite sure what to make of it, I said nothing. We were at the hotel so Bud called the waiter over and took care of the check while the rest of us stood. Manuel playfully smacked my ass and gave me a naughty wink. I smiled back wondering what they had in mind. I brushed up against Manuel and was startled to feel such a large bulge in his pants. Bud turned around, apparently not noticing and told Manuel and Mary that we would see them tomorrow.. She giggled. I kind of hope they do, actually, , she thought with a wicked smirk, as she began to run her fingers lightly over their swells and curves. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure as she played with her tits, thinking again about how perfect yesterday had been ... and then, she finished getting dressed, throwing on a plaid skirt and a red blouse, which also struggled to contain her ample cleavage. She didn't see a matching pair of panties in the underwear drawer, so she didn't bother.