AUTHOR	Wet Dream Girl
DATE ADDED	25th January 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	f/m, inc, drug

I got a phone call from my mother one evening. She informed me that my younger brother Josh had received an athletic scholarship from Ohio State. I didn't need a crystal ball to know the main purpose of mom's phone call. I live in a three bedroom home that is within walking distance of the campus. Josh's scholarship would just cover tuition costs, and mom is a single parent with limited income. Translation: Good old sister Lisa has to offer Josh free room and board.

What could I say? I had two spare bedrooms and was earning a decent salary as a sales representative for a medical supply firm. Taking care of my brother wouldn't put a great strain on my finances. Besides, I was feeling pretty lonely, and could use some companionship.

Josh arrived in Columbus about a month after that phone call. I drove to the airport to pick him up. It had been three years since I'd seen my younger brother, and I was unprepared for how much he had changed in that time span. He'd always been a cute boy, but now he was a handsome man. Josh had become a very buff, six foot-tall, 250 pound hunk. Looking at him made me wish we weren't brother and sister.

Josh spotted me in the arrival area, and headed my way. He dropped his carry-on luggage and wrapped his arms around my waist. When he lifted me off my feet to give me a brotherly kiss, I felt a tingle as my breasts and pelvic area got pressed against his body. "Lisa! You look great!" "You're looking pretty good yourself, Josh. I guess all that football and weight-lifting has pumped you up, eh?"

We gathered his luggage and headed for the parking lot. After loading everything in my car, I slid into the driver's seat. Once I'd negotiated my way out of the heavy airport traffic, I glanced over at Josh, who was seated in the passenger seat. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I caught him staring at my legs. I looked down to see that the hem of my short skirt had worked its way up to just inches from my crotch. Oops! I was giving my brother an eyeful! As soon as he realized I was looking towards him, he averted his eyes and pretended to look at the passing scenery. That gave me time to adjust my skirt to a more modest position.

"So, Did your leaving break the hearts of all those girlfriends you left back in Texas?" I teased. Josh blushed and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh I suppose there were one or two who were sad to see me go." he said modestly. "Only one or two? I bet there were more than that!" He grinned and asked, "What about you? Now that you're single again, have you been playing the dating game?"He lost his smile when he saw my somber expression. "Josh, I haven't dated at all since the divorce. I'm just not ready for a serious relationship." "But it's been what... about a year since the divorce?" "Yeah, but the emotional wounds are still pretty tender."

Gosh, I don't think I could go for a whole year without... ah... the company of a woman." he said with some embarrassment. "Actually, it's been more like two years for me. Joe and I were separated for a year before getting divorced."

Josh gasped, "My God Lisa! Two years? Okay, I can understand your not being ready to get into a serious relationship, but couldn't you just enjoy some recreational sex now and then? You're too beautiful a woman to go without some male companionship."

Josh was right. Two years with only my vibrator to keep me company was way too long. I really needed to get out of the sexless rut I was in. I didn't know how to respond to what he'd said, so I just nodded and replied, "Don't worry Josh, I'll eventually get back into the saddle when the right man comes along." He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Suit yourself. Just remember what they say, use it or lose it!"

We drove the rest of the way back to my house in silence. After we pulled into the driveway, I showed Josh which room would be his. He began hauling in the suitcases and boxes, and I helped by putting his clothing in the dresser and closet. I opened one suitcase, and couldn't help but notice his brightly colored underwear. No old-fashioned whitey-tighties for this boy.

I held up a pair of his sexy red bikini briefs, and they stirred up some more naughty thoughts. An erotic image of Josh clad only in these bikini briefs formed in my mind. I shook my head to try and clear away the forbidden thought. When I heard the approaching footsteps of Josh, I hurriedly placed the undies in a drawer and began putting away less intimate apparel.

By the time we had gotten all of Josh's things unpacked and put away, it was early evening. "You hungry?" I asked. He nodded and said, "Starved! The airline only offered sodas and peanuts." "Well, I'm hungry too, but I don't feel like cooking tonight. How does pizza sound to you?" "Sounds fine to me." "Okay, I'll order one to be delivered."

The pizza arrived about 30 minutes later, and I opened a bottle of wine. "Why don't we have our meal in the living room. We could watch a movie on HBO while we eat. Josh nodded his agreement. I asked him to carry the pizza and wine into the living room, and excused myself to change into something more comfortable.

I slipped on something I normally wore in the evening. It wasn't anything I would consider frilly or sexy. It was just a simple top with spaghetti straps, and it reached half way down my thighs. When I reentered the living room, however, I noticed how Josh's eyes followed me across the room. I recognized that look. It was the same look he had on the drive home, when he was looking up my skirt. (Well now, looks like I'm not the only one entertaining forbidden thoughts!)

I pretended not to notice Josh's lustful stares, and sat down on the sofa next to him. He had poured us some wine, and was already munching on the pizza. I picked up the remote control for the TV and switched it on. HBO was just running the beginning credits for "The Blue Lagoon." I'd never seen it before, but Josh said he had, and that it was pretty good.

For those of you who haven't seen the movie or read the book on which it's based: It's about two young cousins, who are stranded on a deserted Pacific island. In the movie, Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins play the cousins. Their budding sexuality and the romantic tropical setting combine to make this a steamy R-rated movie.

As the movie progressed, its incestuous plot became increasingly apparent to me. I could feel a growing moisture in my panties, and my nipples were trying to poke holes in my nightie. Add to that the combination of the multiple glasses of wine and my brother's lustful glances, and you can understand the reason for my aroused condition.

About half way through the movie, I stretched out on the sofa, placing my bare legs in Josh's lap. Yeah, I know it was a sexually provocative move, but the movie and the wine were having a naughty influence on me. Besides, I wanted to see my brother's reaction. I wanted to know if my intuition about his desire for me was correct.

Josh looked down at his lap, and then his eyes slowly traveled up my legs. The hem of my nightie was resting well above mid-thigh, and from his vantage point, I was certain he could see my panty-covered crotch. He tried to tear his eyes away and watch the movie, but it was a losing battle.

I stole a glance at his crotch, and sure enough, his jeans had formed an obvious bulge. That wasn't there before I laid down. I knew without a doubt now, that my brother wanted me. This knowledge both repelled and excited me.

Josh cautiously placed a hand on my lower leg. I was curious to see what he would do, so I pretended to be engrossed in the movie. Before long, he began massaging my leg, gradually working his way up until he was massaging my inner thigh. I knew that he didn't intend to stop. I also knew that if he went much further, my resolve to stop him would evaporate.

Summoning all my will, I grabbed Josh's hand and removed it from my thigh. "No Josh! We shouldn't do this!" "But why not Lisa? You want this... and so do I. Why shouldn't we?" His words surprised me. "What makes you think I want to have sex with you?" "It's pretty obvious to me that you do. Your nipples are erect, and the crotch of your panties is soaking wet!"

There was no point in trying to deny it. I was sexually aroused, and Josh knew it. "Okay, you're right, I am turned on, but we still can't do what you're suggesting." "But why not? If we both want it, what's the problem?" "The problem is you and mom." "Huh? Me and mom? What do you mean?"

"Josh, when was the last time you were able to keep a really big secret from mom?" He was silent for a minute. "Hmm... I see what you mean. It's like she has radar or something. I've never been able to conceal anything from her." I nodded. "You've always worn your thoughts and emotions on your sleeve. Mom can read you like a book. If we had sex, you wouldn't be able to evade mom's radar. She would take one look into your eyes and know something was going on. She'd browbeat you mercilessly until you caved in and told her everything."

Josh nodded and sighed dejectedly, "Yeah, you're right Lisa. We could never have sex without mom finding out." I said, "I guess I'm at least partly responsible for getting you all hot and bothered. Guess I'll have to stop wearing my short little nighties and switch to some flannel pajamas or a granny gown." That comment caused both of us to chuckle.

We both headed for our bedrooms after that exchange. I got under the sheets and just laid there, replaying the day's events in my mind. I was still feeling very aroused, and knew I'd never get any sleep if I didn't satisfy that itch. I retrieved my vibrator from the nightstand and switched it on. Pulling off my panties, I ran the tip of the phallic-shaped cylinder up and down my labia, while my other hand twisted my nipples through the fabric of my nightie.

I tried to conjure up an image of an imaginary lover, but my thoughts kept straying back to Josh and me on the sofa. I remembered the delicious feel of his fingers as they massaged my inner thigh. I replayed the sight of his erect manhood straining at his tight jeans. In my fantasy, we were back on the sofa, and I wasn't stopping Josh this time.

Josh's massaging hands moved ever closer to their destination. I moaned with pleasure as his fingers slipped through a leg hole to caress my labia. When is fingers gripped the waistband of my panties, I lifted my hips off the sofa, eager to give him unhindered access to my womanhood.

I pictured Josh standing up now to shuck his jeans and bikini briefs. His manhood juts out proudly from a forest of curly brown pubic hair. The shaft is long and thick, his scrotum plump and full of his seed. I spread my legs wide and hold out my arms to him.

As he kneels between my thighs, I take hold of his hard shaft and place the head at my opening. I'm pushing my vibrator into my opening now, but in my fantasy it is Josh's penis. Deeper and deeper he drives his shaft, until at last, he is completely inside me. I now have all eight inches of my vibrator inside me. Josh begins to slowly work his shaft in and out with increasing tempo. I work the vibrator in and out, matching the thrusts of my brother.

He is rutting into me at full speed now, and I lock my legs around his waist and urge him onward. We are both on the edge of orgasm now, and I am panting from the intensity of our copulation. At last, my orgasm sweeps over me, and my body goes rigid before the spasms hit me. As I come down from my climax, I withdraw my vibrator with a wet slurp.

I laid there in the afterglow of a very satisfying masturbation session, and contemplated what I had just done. That was a first for me. I had never fantasized about my brother while masturbating. I felt like I had just crossed over some forbidden boundary, and didn't know what I should do. Part of me wanted to turn and run, but another part wanted to explore this forbidden realm.

I realized that my strict upbringing and parochial school education were responsible for my feelings of guilt. The part of me that had enjoyed this incestuous masturbation fantasy reasoned with my guilty conscience. Hey, get a grip Lisa,that wasn't incest. It was just a harmless little fantasy. After all, didn't you stop Josh from going too far? You were a good girl, so you deserve a little pleasure.

I didn't have to work the following day, so I treated myself to another session with the vibrator. My fantasy lover was Josh again, and we were on the sofa once more, only this time we enjoyed some oral sex before I straddled him. The pangs of post-masturbation guilt were more subdued this time, and became weaker with each subsequent session.

Josh and I didn't see much of each other for the next few days. He had football practice, games, and classes to attend. My job got me up early and kept me out until early evening, so the only meal we shared was supper. I was, however, about to see a great deal more of Josh.

I got up early one morning to prepare for work. My bedroom has a door which opens to a bathroom. On the far wall of this bathroom, there is another door that connects to Josh's bedroom. On this particular morning, I found this door was left wide open.

Not wanting to disturb my sleeping brother, I started to close his door, but what I saw on his bed stopped me in my tracks. Through the dim light coming from his bedroom window, I could see that Josh was lying on his back, and that he wasn't covered by the sheets. All he wore was a pair of blue bikini briefs, and their snug fit left little to the imagination. I just had to have a closer look, so I silently crept into his room.

As I got closer to his bed, I saw that it was even better than I could have hoped for, (short of finding him sleeping in the nude) because he was clearly sporting a morning erection. I just stood there, transfixed by the big bulge it made in his bikini briefs. I could clearly discern the outline of his erect shaft through the thin material. I was sorely tempted to run my fingertips along its length, but decided that would be too risky. Then I got a great idea.

I crept back to my bedroom, and returned to Josh's bedside a moment later with my camera. If I couldn't touch it, I could at least have a souvenir of it. I pressed the button and the camera brightly flashed. I nervously waited to see if the flash would awaken Josh, but his steady breathing continued. I took a few more shots from close up and at different angles. After taking one final look at him, I retreated to my bedroom.

Seeing my nearly-naked brother had me creaming in my panties. I really wanted to have a session with the vibrator, but it would have to wait until later. I had an early appointment with a big customer, and I had to get bathed and dressed. Once I got out on the highway though, I resorted to reaching under my skirt to frig myself.

I dropped the film off at a one-hour developer that morning, and could hardly wait to see how the pictures turned out. Throughout the day, my mind kept replaying the image of my scantily-clad brother. When I had finished making my last sales visit of the day, I picked up the developed pictures. They turned out great, and I hurried home, where I could enjoy looking at them in the privacy of my bedroom.

I went straight to my bedroom after arriving home. Stripping out of my clothes, I laid on my bed and began looking at the pictures. It didn't take long for the erotic images to get me all hot and bothered. Pretty soon, I was using my vibrator to bring myself off.

The pictures only whet my appetite for more. I wished there were a way to have a more intimate look at Josh's body. If only there were a way I could have touched his bulge without waking him up. If only he would remain unconscious while I slipped my hand into his bikini briefs for a little groping of his erect manhood.

A light suddenly went on in my head. There was a way I could grope my brother all I wanted! In fact, it would allow me to do anything I wanted, and Josh would never know. My contacts in the medical field would make it easy to get everything I needed.

The drug I needed required a prescription, but I had a friend who could acquire it through other means. It has been a popular "date-rape" drug for some time, since it renders the victim totally unconscious for five to eight hours. It was eventually banned in the U.S., but Mexico still manufactures it. I assume that's where the black market gets its supply of the stuff.

The other item I needed is available through doctors, medical supply stores, and even the Internet. It was also a product sold through the company I worked for, so that's where I got mine. They are sold by different names, but the generic term for them is a "penis pump."

Penis pumps are used by men who have erectile dysfunction. The penis is inserted into a cylinder, and a vacuum pump is turned on. The lowered pressure within the cylinder causes the penis to engorge with blood, which creates an erection. The penis pump would allow me to give Josh an erection while he was unconscious.

Technically speaking, what I was planning to do with Josh was illegal. I could be charged with rape or incest. Since Josh would have been a willing "victim," there was no chance of being charged with rape, but in our crazy society, even consensual incest is treated as a crime.

I figured the chances of being caught and convicted for incest were pretty remote. Since Josh wanted to have sex with me anyway, I didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong. Being unconscious would deprive him of the pleasure, but at least he would be giving me pleasure. My plan would allow me to enjoy an incestuous relationship without mom or anybody else finding out. In short, I reasoned that nobody would be harmed by my actions, so I decided to go for it.

I waited until a Friday evening to implement my plan. The drug sometimes has the side effect of making the person feel like they have a hangover. I figured it would be easier on Josh if he didn't have to drag himself to classes feeling like crap. I cooked up a batch of Tex-Mex chili, (Josh's favorite) and served it with some red wine. I planned to spike his wine with the drug, but not the first glass. I figured it would be better if he had a glass or two more, because it would help explain the hangover. Besides, the drug acts pretty quickly, usually within 30 minutes. I didn't want him nodding off in the middle of the meal, as that would make him suspicious.

I slipped the pills into his third glass of wine. We had moved to the sofa to watch some TV, and when he started acting sleepy, I urged him to go to bed. He got to his feet unsteadily, and shuffled to his bedroom. He must have conked out as soon as he sat on the bed, because when I checked on him a few minutes later, I found him sprawled sideways across it. He was still fully clothed.

I went to my bedroom and began preparing for my first time with Josh. Although ejaculation was unlikely, I inserted a diaphragm, just to be safe. I changed into a sexy little nightie I had purchased for this special occasion. It was all white lace and pink ribbons, something a virginal bride might wear on her wedding night. Now you might be asking yourself, "Why is she dressing up for her unconscious brother?" That's a fair question. Let me try to explain my actions.

I wanted to turn my fantasies about Josh and me into a kind of virtual reality. If Josh were conscious, I would have put on sexy lingerie for him. If he were awake, I would tell him how hot he looks, and how much I want him. I planned to act the same way I would have acted if he were conscious.

What follows is a description of our first time together. It took place several years ago, so not all the things I said to Josh are verbatim, but they are as accurate as my memory allows.

After putting on my new nightie, I grabbed a bag containing the penis pump and a camera, and entered Josh's bedroom. As I mentioned earlier, he was still fully clothed. That was just fine with me, because the act of slowly undressing him would be very erotic. "Hello sleeping beauty!" I called out to his unconscious form. I nudged his side and watched for any sign of consciousness. He didn't even twitch. I grabbed his legs, which were dangling over the side of the bed, and struggled to twist him around so his entire body was on the mattress. Once I had him properly positioned, I joined him on the bed.

I laid along side him and whispered in his ear, "I've been looking forward to this night. I only wish you could be awake to enjoy it with me. I guess I'll just have to enjoy it for both of us, huh?" I placed my right hand over his chest and rubbed it across his broad shoulders. Moving down to his waist, I tugged the shirt out of his shorts. "Let's get you out of this thing, shall we?"

I pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it aside. Josh had a nice thick thatch of curly chest hair. It nicely matched the brown curls on his head. I ran my fingers through it and kissed his cheek. "I just adore a hairy-chested man. I love how a man's chest hair tickles my nipples."

I moved my hand down to the waistband of his shorts and traced the edge with my fingertips. My hand began to tremble with the excitement of what I was about to do. Moving a little lower, I cupped his masculine bulge in the palm of my hand. Even through the shorts and underwear, I could feel its warmth.

As I began to unbutton his shorts, I whispered in his ear, "What are you hiding in here Josh? Is it something I will like?" With the button out of the way, I began to slide his zipper down. My heart was in my throat now, as I slipped my hand into his open shorts. I ran my hand all over the front of his bikini briefs, and prodded at the large mass they concealed.

Josh's penis was flaccid, as I knew it would be. The penis pump would take care of that. I sat up and began pulling down his shorts. Once those were removed, I began running my hands over the outside of his black bikini briefs. "Time for another souvenir picture, sweetie." I announced, as I grabbed my camera. I took a couple of shots, and then decided it was time to finish undressing my brother.

Tucking my fingers into the waistband, I said huskily, "This is it, sweetie... are you ready for this?" I slowly pulled the last piece of covering from my brother's loins. "Oh my goodness! You've grown a lot since I last saw this! You were little more than a baby back then... you're no baby now!" I took his soft shaft in my hand and began to lovingly fondle it. It felt warm and rubbery, and I gently pulled and prodded at it, in the remote hope that it would harden on its own. "Hmm... maybe a little oral will awaken it."

I laid my head on Josh's stomach and took his soft shaft into my mouth. The head felt velvety soft against my lips and tongue. I fed the entire length into my mouth, something I was certain would be impossible when it was erect. While I suckled at his soft shaft, I cupped his plump scrotum in my hand and gently felt the testicles. Not wanting to leave my other hand out of the action, I slipped it underneath his hips to grope his tight buttocks.

Despite my oral efforts, Josh's penis remained soft. Oh well... I really didn't expect it to become erect by the usual means. This was just some enjoyable foreplay. I grabbed my camera, wanting to get some pics of him completely nude. After each shot, I rearranged his shaft to a different position... one draped over his scrotum, to one side, and over his stomach. At last I announced, "Okay sweetie... let's see if this pump can get your attention."

I slipped Josh's shaft into the open end of the vacuum chamber. A rubber gasket is used to grip the base of the shaft to make an air seal. Switching on the pump, I monitored the movement of the gauge. When the needle reached the proper vacuum pressure level, I turned off the pump. All there was left to do now was wait for the vacuum to do its work. The clear cylinder of the vacuum chamber allowed me to watched the amazing transformation.

In just a couple of minutes, Josh's penis was fully erect. I excitedly slipped off the vacuum chamber and admired the results. "Wow! Very nice Josh! You are a well-endowed man!" I had guess correctly, Josh's penis was long and thick. With a trembling hand, I took hold of his hard shaft and gave it a squeeze. It was so thick, my thumb and index finger couldn't fully enclose it. He would be a real mouthful!

I stripped out of my nightie and got into a 69 position above Josh. I lowered my pussy onto his face and began a little grinding motion against his mouth and chin. At the other end, I took hold of Josh's cock and took it into my mouth. I really had to open wide for the big fellow.

It didn't take long for my little bump and grind over Josh's face to get me pretty wet and ready for intercourse. Grinding my clit and labia against his chin made up for the lack of any tongue action. In spite of the vigorous blow job I'd given him, Josh wasn't even leaking any pre-ejaculate. (Not that I would have minded getting a mouthful.) I turned around and straddled Josh's hips. While he might not be putting out any sex juices for me, I sure had given him plenty of mine. His face was covered with my lubrication.

I really love riding a man during intercourse. It's a great position for taking him fast and deep or slow and shallow. Lucky for me that this is the only practical position for having sex with an unconscious man. I lowered myself onto Josh's shaft, just letting its length rest along my furrow. Then I began to rub myself up and down its length, both masturbating myself and lubricating him in the process. I was in no great hurry, knowing I would have plenty of time to enjoy his body.

I gradually brought myself to a sexual simmer by sliding back and forth over Josh's shaft. My labia felt very swollen now, and my erect clit was protruding from its hood. Sliding just a little more forward now, I allowed the tip of Josh's penis to press at my entrance. I pressed backwards, and felt the fat mushroom-shaped head stretch me open. Pushing a little harder, I felt the rim pop into place just inside my vagina.

With Just the head of Josh's cock inside me, I began to slowly rotate my hips. The circular motion and pressure of his fat organ felt wonderful. I felt an urge to simply impale myself in one quick push, but resisted the temptation. I slowly withdrew instead, repeating the delicious process again and again, letting his shaft sink a little deeper each time.

As I continued to take inch after inch of my brother's shaft inside me, I looked down at the juncture of our union. His shaft glistened with my love oils, and I saw that nearly all of him was inside me now. When the remaining inches disappeared from sight, I bent down and pressed my breasts into Josh's hairy chest. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and gave him a wet kiss.

"We've done it sweetie! I've got you all the way inside me now! God, you feel good in there. I feel so nice and full of your big cock!" I sat up again and began to work his cock in and out in long leisurely strokes. With each downstroke, I pressed my clit against his pubic bone, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I began to alternate between deep and shallow thrusts, while my tempo increased. Wanting some stimulation to my breasts, I grabbed Josh's hands and held them against my erect nipples. I discovered that by putting each nipple between fingers and squeezing them together, it was like he was doing it to me.

As my climax approached, I began riding him hard and fast. I felt the build-up, as the muscles in my thighs, pelvis and stomach tightened almost to the point of being painful. Then wondrous release swept over me. My body shook with the orgasmic spasms, and I loudly cried out with abandon. I collapsed over Josh, no longer able to maintain a sitting position. I could only lie atop him, quaking from the aftershocks of a tremendous climax.

When it was over, I just laid there panting from the exertion. I reached between us and felt Josh's penis, which was still buried within me. I was pleased to discover that he was still fairly hard. If he had been awake for this, I doubted that would be the case. Most likely, he would have ejaculated and would now be soft. I decided to go for a second round. (Wouldn't you do likewise if you'd been without sex for two years?)

I sat up and resumed riding Josh's shaft. To help move things along, I massaged my clit with a finger, while pulling at my nipples with my other hand. Josh never showed any signs of being roused back to consciousness, in spite of the fact that he was getting his brains fucked out by his sister. As I continued to ride him to another orgasm, I happened to glance at the bedroom clock. I was amazed to see that we had been at it for about three and a half hours! Time flies when you're having fun.

I probably could have ridden Josh a few more times that night, but decided not to. I didn't want to risk having him wake up tomorrow with a penis that felt raw from all the friction. Besides, I still needed to get him all cleaned up and dressed. It wouldn't do to have him wake up naked when he never removed his clothes. I also needed to clean him up, so his face and penis wouldn't smell of pussy. And speaking of smells... I avoided putting on any perfume beforehand, so Josh wouldn't smell it on his bed linens in the morning. (Cover up your tracks ladies!)

After dismounting Josh, I took a few more souvenir pictures while he still had an erection. (By the way, the pics turned out great. I love the ones where it shows his erection glistening with my juices.) I used a warm wet washcloth and soap to clean him up, and then I dressed him.

Josh was a little groggy the next morning, but other than that, no worse for the wear. As far as I could tell, he didn't suspect a thing. Did I have any feelings of guilt or regret about what I'd done with him? No, not really. After all, he wanted to have sex with me too, so I was just giving him what he wanted. My only regret was that it had to be done without his knowledge, and I promised myself that I would make up for that one day. Mom wouldn't be around forever, and when she was gone, I would take Josh to my bed.

That first session with Josh was followed by another the following Friday. My technique worked out so well that it soon became a regular event. I continued to take pictures of our sessions, and created an album of them, which included dates and personal notes about each session. I also set up a video camera on a tripod, and taped some of our trysts.

Josh lived with me until he graduated four years later and landed a job out in California. He comes back to Ohio to see me every so often. I really look forward to those times. Believe me, I take advantage of those visits to have more sex with my sweet unconscious brother.

 

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