' Amy told him. 'Gee, wetting the bed and being outsmarted by a dumb girl in the one night. You're having a bad run.''I hate you.''Then my work here i...s done.' Amy smiled. 'So are you going to go to sleep or do I need to get nasty? You play with Tom Barclay a lot don't you?''Yeah? So?''Maybe I should ring his mother and ask her if you can sleep over there for tonight seeing as how you wet the bed.''You wouldn't.''Try me.' Amy said seriously. 'Of course if you go to sleep in the study I wouldn't. Even more important, the library, unlike her childhood home, was nearly silent. She did not have to worry about any younger brother or sister barreling in on her or older brother or sisters teasing her in front of their friends. Lauren’s tastes had only grown as she did. Historical fiction, science fiction, and under a rather sheepish admission, romance novels were among her current favorites. Though the library’s selection was small, Lauren found her favorite writer, Emily Dickenson, well. Then I stopped feeling sorry for him – or her – because Liz was such a nice person that whoever it turned out to be would be lucky to be with Liz. And I was pretty sure they would work out the bed problem quickly – and it would probably help being in a bigger bed like married people have.Liz moved around a bit and rolled onto her side with her back to me. Almost immediately she went back into that steady breathing that meant she was sleeping. I slid a bit closer to her so that I was away from. Then she sat up and climbed over me. We made out for what seemed like seconds before she moved down to my pants. Her eyes peered up to mine and she undid my buckle very slowly, teasing my cock all the way until the fly was down. She then pulled up my boxers to reveal a decent sized penis. She didn’t think so. “Good god brother, I didn’t think it would be that big.” There was already some cum on the tip of it and she lathered it around the head of my dick until it wouldn’t spread any.