All the tables were put together and brought as forward as possible. I kept living the dream. My brother and I sit all the way in the back, and we end... up just the two of us in the last row, our tables glued to each other. The movie was boring, I never was a big fan of Obelix and Asterix, plus I didn’t understand the half of it. My body was aching, I was teased by my brother’s presence. The smell of his body was driving me nuts. If it would be up to me. Then we would have been all alone, in some. One summer morningwhen we were twelve years old, Linda knocks on the front door. I wasstill resting in bed, enjoying a hot, lazy day with school months away. I didn't hear the visitor's knock. Mom must have greeted my school chumand let her in.I had this weird rule that I didn't like anyone coming into my bedroom. I didn't have many friends over, but when they visited, I always playedwith them outside or in another part of the house. If they asked to seemy room, I absolutely refused. Even. " He got angrier the longer he talked openly about his feelings. This was the longest coherent sentence I had ever heard him string together. "Hell, I wished I would have you as my bigger brother ... To guide me ... Fuck, I would even let you ... ", Dillon stopped when he felt his prick twitch again.I said nothing for a while. Sat back on my couch and lay a hand behind Dillon's back. Even inviting him to rest his head on my arm. And to my surprise, he did. Not long after that, I pulled him onto. I asked if the bar had a reliable taxi company, they rang a company and it arrived after fifteen minutes. I got into the front seat and the driver was sex on legs; tall, muscular and very good looking. As I sat down my skirt rose to reveal my stockings and I did nothing to cover myself. He was very flirty and looking at my legs and tits which were quite obvious as I had undone a couple of buttons. As I looked at his body I looked at a growing bulge in his trousers and decided I wanted him to.