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unbreakable bond
even if it came in this form.
    "That was great," he finally
said.
    "Yeah. Did it ease off pressure like
you thought?"
    "A little, but…"
    "But what?" I asked.
    "Forget it."
    "No, what?"
    He shook his head. "You're gonna
think I'm crazy."
    "Of course not, Gareth. Tell
me."
    "It's just, I think I'm still
horny." He looked down at his lap and lifted his shirt just enough so only
he could see his penis. "I'm still hard."
    "Oh. Is it like this all the
time?"
    "No. Usually I'm good for 24 hours
afterwards. But this time…"
    "Yeah, mom's video is really
hot."
    I wasn't about to admit it but I was
still horny too. If he hadn't been there, I would have gone for another round
without even stopping. I loved when I got so worked up that I just fingered
myself for hours and lost count of orgasms.
    "I think…" he began. "I
think it's not just the video that made it so exciting. You being right there
next to me, a hand in your panties, that was really wild. I hope I'm not
shocking you. I know I'm being disgusting."
    "No, you're not disgusting!"
    I spoke too fast and my brother smiled at
my enthusiasm. "It's good to hear."
    Without knowing I was doing it, I was
staring at his crotch. It was still covered by the T-shirt and I chewed on my
lip as I wondered how his dick looked now that he had spewed. I was mortified
when I realized what I was doing. "I'm sorry."
    "Don't be, it's all right, Peaches.
There's no more secrets between us. You want to see?"
    "Uh, is it true? Are you really
still hard?"
    "Yes, and getting harder."
    Unhurriedly, he removed the shirt from
his lap and his shaft sprung up. Gareth even shifted a little so I could see
everything. I gasped and covered my mouth to keep a little dignity. Except that
as I did this, I became aware that my fingers were still drenched and
glistening. They smelled like pure sex and I became woozy.
    My inhibitions faded away.
    "You really are hard…"
    "You can touch it if you want,"
he whispered, meeting my eyes.
    In a trance, I reached forward and made
contact with my brother's cock. I knew it was wrong, I knew I shouldn't be
doing that, but I was helpless. I was so horny that it didn't matter that
siblings weren't supposed to do this.
    "Wow…"
    I sounded like a spaz but I didn't care.
I wrapped my fingers around his length and for a few seconds I simply got
accustomed to the feel of his stiff, scorching flesh.
    "That feels really good, sis."
    "Are you sure it's okay? You're my
brother."
    "Technically, I'm just your
stepbrother. We're not doing anything wrong. Actually, it feels really
right."
    That made me smile and it also made
sense. He put his hand on top of mine and started to make me stroke him. As if
it was possible, he became even harder and before long I was pumping up and
down.
    "Yeah, just like that…"
    To know that I was doing a good job
spurred me on. I jerked him off faster and again I moistened my lips as I grew
hungry for more. It occurred to me that my fingers, wet with pussy juice, were
on his meat and that made heat flash between my legs.
    "My ex-boyfriend never stayed hard
after cumming," I said.
    "That's why he's your ex-boyfriend, Peaches.
You make me so fucking hard, it's crazy."
    "Yeah?"
    With my free hand I cupped his balls and
stroked him faster, doing corkscrew motions at the same time. He was so big and
my panties were soaked through by now.
    "You're so gorgeous too, sis. I
always thought so. Just the way you’re dress right now, you're absolutely
gorgeous…"
    As he said that, he brushed a loose
strand of hair and hooked it behind my ear. His fingers grazed my skin at the
same time and our connection deepened.
    "Can I?"
    "What?"
    By way of answering, I bent forward and
took him into my mouth. He moaned with shock and I took that as a good sign. I
rested with the crown in my mouth and took a second to get accustomed to my
brother's cock.
    "Fuck, Peaches…"
    It wasn't a reprimand so I started
bobbing, pressing my tongue into the underside of his