From him, there is nothing but pleasure, and a triumphal sense of achievement, "At last, I'm doing it!" From Elena, there is some discomfort, a sensat...ion of momentarily being stretched beyond endurance, and then a slow easing of pressure.He desperately wants to go crazy, rut inside her for the few seconds it will take before he explodes in orgasm, but instead holds himself under tight control. What they are doing is only gradually beginning to feel pleasurable to Elena, and more than anything. His dick twitched at the sound of her calling his name. "Yeah, go ahead," he called back at her with a far more deep and huskier voice. She hadn't noticed his aroused voice which made him relieved a little, but his hard-on began to hurt wanting to be relieved itself.He rubbed his hand against his throbbing cock to try and get some relief, but he didn't recieve any as he continued to watch his little sister swaying her hips to the music. His hard dick wouldn't allow him to think of anything else. " Oh yeah, have you been fucking yourself with your big toy again." "No, I was really bad the other night, do you want to see?"Excited I responded, "Yes, show me how bad you were." Just watch." She instructed me.I sat on the edge of the bed as she stripped down and grabbed the two cocked shaped vibrators, the bullet vibrator, and some lube from her nightstand."Hold on," She said, "I need to clean them."She disappeared into the bathroom to wash them, returned, and hopped on the bed. I watched as. Where the fuck did that come from anyway? I mean, on one level its true, I’ve always liked older guys. Not much older, college freshmen for example. They had a little more experience, at least that’s what I thought at the time. Then she lost it and started babbling non-stop. ‘They were … you know, more experienced. They knew what they were doing, and my first older guy was mind-blowing compared to the inexperienced backseat fumbling I was used to. In fact–in fact the first guy … no I didn’t.