The last owners were city types, lots of money in semiconductors or something, bought this as a toy, I think." He looked around, walking past the othe...r man to cover his consternation. I wish I remembered to write down his name. Effy walked to the garage area under the kitchen, where the old wagon the silly wife of the last owner had left in the irrigation had been left. There was a pile of bearings on the bench, and a hammer and a home-made puller tool made from prepunch angle iron. Effy. As I cradle it, it grows in my hand, and I continue to nibble on his earlobe. In less than a minute, he is as hard as he was last night when he was pounding me silly. I let go and move my hand away. I open up the bottle with an audible "click." As I pour the lube onto my fingers, "Uhh," is all he can get out. "Don't move," I whisper. With my lubed up fingers, I begin to insert them into his little hole. My little hole. My adorable little slut. As I slip in one finger, then a second and. ‘That quick?’ ‘That quick.’ She answered him and smiled at me, squeezing my fingers, then turned to Lance. ‘Would you like to have a sister?’ ‘I’d love to have a sister.’ Lance jumped up and put his arms around her neck, causing her to cry again. I released her hand and just sat back with a smile, watching them interact and a warm feeling blossomed in my chest, even though my stomach was still twisting in knots. There was still the problem of how we were going to be together. He kissed her. We grasped our bodies as we rolled over. I lay on top of her. Fuck me little brother like never before until I cum all over you. I want you so bad. Ive missed you so much. I slept in your bed. I think I masturbated every night since you have been gone pretending my finger was your cock. I dreamed of you and woke up almost every night finger fucking myself dreaming it was your cock in me, and wishing it was. How come you didnt use the dildo? I asked. I tried to a few minutes every time just to.