jakespot3:jakespot2:“So we gonna talk about it?” I asked. “Not if we don’t have to,” he said, messin
jakespot3:jakespot2:“So we gonna talk about it?” I asked. “Not if we don’t have to,” he said, messing with his hand. My brother and I were drinking all night last night and we got a little handsy with each other while we were wrestling. By the end of the night we played around with each other’s dicks and even made out before he fell asleep naked in my bed. “It’s cool,” I said shrugging and trying to ignore what we had done. “It was cool,” he smirked, not looking at me.It made me smile. I was glad he wasn’t freaked out.“Yeah,” I agreed. “Is it strange that I want to do it again?” He asked looking up at me, I guess he did want to talk about it. I shook my head no. I leaned over to him and kissed him on his lips and felt him kiss me back. His big beard felt nice against my smooth face. I’ve always fantasized about messing around with my old brother, dreams do come true.My Writing -- source link