We gotta meet that judge one of these days. He's some piece of work, we love it"Mrs. Shannon earlier in the week had brought me a German apple cake. S...he's actually Pennsylvania Dutch who married an Irish man. So I brought that out with real whipped cream not the stuff in the can.I was delighted, my two guests did not seem to have any hang-ups regarding calories and stuff like that. From their comments, I may have to learn how to make that cake, especially since we will be neighbors starting. I told him we'd need some ice and mixer and volunteered to go down the hall to get it. I took the ice bucket from his room and, keeping his door key, left to get the ice and a couple of sodas from the machines at the end of the hall. I took my time, and then walked slowly back to the room. I quietly opened the door and stepped into the room. My wish had come true. He was on top of Vicki, fucking her with all the energy he had left. Vicki's dress was pulled up to her waist and down off her. It makes me feel so naughty.I reach into the bedside drawer and get out my vibrator and dildo. The vibrator is small, pointed like a bullet with only one setting… and it's powerful. Turning it on, I rub it delicately across my clit. Fuck, that feels amazing. I lay back and imagine it's your tongue, slicking backwards and forwards across my sweet spot, making me moan your name.I think of your head buried between my thighs, sucking my lips into your mouth then biting on my clit. I moan your name. Helping my brother cum - it was so important. So important.Stroke, stroke. Up and down and up and down.I started to feel a little bad about my panties. I mean, if I really wanted to help my brother out, the least I could do was put a little effort in, right? And beside, what kind of girl didn’t like wearing sexy panties?Sexy panties, sexy bra. Sexy. I could be sexy. Hell, if I was going to help my brother get over his problem, I had to be sexy. I had to help him forget that it was his own.