She had a tight little pussy, and firm, but with little effort she could pressure her middle finger to dip between her juicy lips and tap at her tight... virgin hole. For the time being however, she was wrapped in the sensation of her steamy wet vagina, wetter than it had ever been, seemingly wanting to suck her finger in. She could feel it flaring open. Pulsing. Everything sliding around. The panties had to go.She flashed to her little brother. [Silence]. He was surely freaked. He might be. I remember I was more than a little surprised when I realized the love I had for Faye was a dying ember by the time our little discussion was complete. What little residual affection there was, faded quickly in the days following.I could remember loving her, but it was like an echo traveling round the mountains. At first, it’s strong and vibrant but, as it reflects around stony ridges, it fades until it’s a whisper and then, even the whisper dies.I focused on a solution I thought most. "Of course, you just saw it." Well, I'll guarantee you that your sister can make it feel better than you can make it feel. Try it and find out."We were soon asleep after that but for the next few days it was on my mind. I know Tim's sister, Gwen, of course, she was quite pretty and having seen her in a bikini, oh, she did look hot. And she was stroking him off every day after school. And, he was doing her. That meant they pretty much had to be naked, naked with that beautiful sister of his.I. It didn't bother me, as that happened many times in the dorms. Most guys are curious about others, I think.When I finished, I went to wash my hands. Jon followed me to the sinks to do the same. "So, all you guys slept together in just two bed?" he asked."Well, we slept in the same room, Jon, if that is what you mean," I responded. I wasn't about to let anything else, out, obviously."There are only two beds, Bob. I'm not stupid," he continued. "I know that you and Brandon have your beds, but.