**Hello, everyone!
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~Rose**
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To say that the tension in the air was palpable is, at the very least, a massive understatement. My brother, Tyler, sat completely naked on the sofa. And I, somewhere in the midst of our frantic fucking, had lost everything but my skirt...and it wasn't exactly in place. The two of us sat staring at his girlfriend, Amy, who stood in the doorway looking dazed. Neither of us knew how long she had been standing there, but obviously long enough.
"Oh, God...Amy...I can explain," Tyler stuttered.
At this, I raised an eyebrow at him. If he had any kind of explanation for THIS...well, I was certainly game to hear it. I guess he felt me staring at him. He turned to me then uttering something that resembled "shut the fuck up" under his breath. Then he took the joint I was holding out of my hand and began to inhale it, running his fingers thru his hair muttering to himself.
Amy chuckled bitterly from the doorway and I turned my attention to her. "Do you really think there is anything to say, Tyler..?" she asked quietly.
At this point, for the first time, I noticed Amy...REALLY noticed her. She was standing just inside the doorway, leaning against the wall. She had one foot propped up on the bottom of a barstool and her skirt was riding high on her thighs. Yes, she looked completely dazed. But, as I looked at her, I saw that she was also flushed and breathless. And while I would normally chalk that up to her being completely pissed off right about now...the hand she had buried in her snatch and the glistening I could see on her thighs spoke volumes about her state of mind.
Tyler was obviously too devastated at having been caught in such a compromising position with his big sister to have noticed that his girlfriend was trembling with lust. As I looked over at him (taking the joint back for my turn, I might add), he was looking at me with an expression that said, "Now what the hell do I do?" I shrugged and he turned to her with bleary eyes and focused on her.
"Make no mistake about it, Tyler...we have a lot to talk about. But, I didn't come here tonight to talk. And the only thing I want to hear from you right now, from both of you, is that tonight...right here, right now...anything goes." She looked at us both expectantly.
I heard Tyler's sharp intake of breath and could feel the relief that suddenly radiated from his body. "Anything you want, Amy...goes. Tonight, it goes."
Amy looked at me as she pushed herself off the wall and began to walk slowly towards me. "You too, Sammie...I need it from you, too. Anything I want?"
I smiled as she reached the sofa, the aroma of her arousal filling my senses. She stopped and I rose up on my knees, my head spinning slightly at the change of position. Slowly, I reached for her shirt and lifted it over her head. Her long red hair cascaded back down her shoulders, seemingly in slow motion. I felt her tremble as I moved my hand up her stomach. "Sure, Amy...anything you want...yours."
And with those words, a night of crazed debauchery and delight ensued.
As I pulled the lacy cups of her bra down to expose her nipples, she shoved her pussy covered fingers into Tyler's mouth. I heard him groan and it echoed in my head as he began to lick and suck her fingers, sucking every drop of her essence from them. As her tight, pink nipples came into view, I swirled my tongue over them, feeling them harden even more under the ministrations of my tongue. Softly, I bit down on them eliciting a moan from Amy's lips. She threw her head back as I nipped at her breasts and then licked and soothed them over with my tongue.