Meri tango ke beech beth kar bhaiya ne apne pure kapde utar diye . Last me unhone apna underware utara to m unka lund dekhte hi reh gai ek dum mota sa... kaala sa tha unka lund .M kuch sochti isse pehle hi bhaiya ne meri tange hawa me uthai or meri penty ko utarne lage , mene bhi kamar uta kar unka sath diya or fir bhaiya ne meri skirt utar di .Ab me bhaiya ke samne bilkul nangi leti thi , or bhaiya mere samne bilkul nange the . Per mujhe iska koi ehsas nhi tha mujhe to sirf meri chut me ho rahi. “Also,” she continued, “if you are looking for a girlfriend for your brother, one time, I did jokingly ask him if he would go out with me when he gave up on my sister. He said yes, even though to you, it would sound like a joking yes, I think he meant it.”This was all way too much way too fast. She said there were hints though. She left hints. My mind did suspect something all along. I always had a gut feeling. Damn it. Those tiny things, tones in voices, wording of sentences, pauses between. He offered me some water which I accepted. He could tell I was nervous. I got up walked around his house, he asked if we should head to his room and I said yes. I went to use his restroom and when I came out he was laying naked on his bed. It was now or never, I thought. My heart was beating so damn hard. I decided right then, this is happening...it was then that I felt a calm come over me. I walked to the side of the bed and begun to undress. He lay there watched me take my clothes off. His. Teeth exposed and just feeling your skin give. I hold there and just take in what I hear. Your breathing deep and matching mine. To hearts racing and pounding a rhythm in the room. Hands pushing you back and you take small cautious steps. One after the other accompanied with a heel hitting the floor. I feel you stop and we must have reached the bed. I push you down gently but still holding you. And feel you settle and the mattress gives. The springs creak and rustle as they come to life. A bed.