Only when it was fully hard did he add more pressure, he leaned up from her neck looking down as he rubbed her nipple. His other fingers moved until h...e had the side of his first finger against her nipple. He squeezed it until she drew in a sharp breath. By then, her nipple had turned white. He released it letting the blood flow become normal again. He started to rub her whole breast once again as he leaned down towards her second neglected breast. He licked it all around, tasting her skin. I felt the heat from Rob's body and smelled the aroma of his body....it was sweet and slightly musty... It was intoxicating. Our hands brushed against each and then against each others cocks. I went to the bedroom door and closed it quietly. I heard my parents talking as they ate lunch on the balcony near my bedroom window. Rob and I peeled each others clothes off. We stood looking at each others bodies as our cocks pulsated with blood in rhythm with our pulses. Both our cocks were oozing. Kitchen-lounge-diner, a small white tiled bathroom with washing machine and dryer and a bedroom with a single bed. There was no door to this last room, just a half drawn semi transparent curtain of some shimmering black material and Thomas could see the over stacked bookshelves and the tall slim wardrobe that filled up the rest of the space."Nice place," Thomas said in a small voice, eager to break the silence that had settled over his shoulders."It's mine," came the reply as Sera walked over. Laurie would have laughed at that, but I don’t think she was ever the woman her mother was.I always remained my usual antisocial, reclusive self, but something about having sex with my cousin must have softened me up a little. I still didn’t understand or trust people enough to open up and make myself vulnerable, but I think I’ve become more tolerant of their, uh, peculiarities, and in spite of my psychological dysfunction, I manage a relatively normal life, somehow. At least to outward.