Something was blocking him - we just had to figure out what.Looking up at my brother expectantly, I let him speak. He’d mentioned once that he found... submissiveness sexy, and so whenever we were alone, I kneeled before him to strip.“Hannah,” he said, “this last week has been great.”I smiled in response. He wasn’t wrong. I tried not to cum until my brother did - solidarity, you see - but at the end of each session, my brother let me have one orgasm. Letting him control it made him feel sexy, he. I planned on having a few drinks by the pool and then spending some alone time in the room and making use of the power shower before my lunch time nap. It was an especially hot day and I had one or two more gins than maybe I had realised. I wasn’t drunk necessarily but certainly a bit merry. It might be the drink, it might be the loneliness, it was certainly the hornyness but I’d been enjoying flirting a little with the bar man and giving my ass an extra shake as I walked away. I doubt he even. I ran my hand up his legs from knee to thigh, circling around his legs and crotch, the circles getting closer til I was stroking his erection through his suit trousers; ‘it makes me so excited knowing I’ve caused this ‘ I said to him. He ran his hands firmly down my body, groping my tits, thighs, hips, pulling at my nipples. He ran one hand straight down my back and under my skirt, holding my pussy tightly, fingers firmly on my clit, with his other hand he tightly held my wrist.‘You caused my. The following day I returned home, slightly worse the wear and when I went upstairs to go to the toilet I could hear the boy’s ensconced in Josh’s bedroom, giggling. I listened at the door for a moment and ‘Look at the tit’s on that, are they real?’ I was shocked to hear this, I knew that they were watching the stuff I had masturbated over yesterday. Flustered I went downstairs and relaxed in a soft armchair and watched TV. There didn’t seem to be anything of interest and I found myself dozing.