It was late and I was awakened as she tried to slip quietly into bed. I rolled over to hug her naked body as she slipped under the covers. She reeked of sex.

She’d been out at an event I didn’t want to attend. What was going on? Or had gone on? I had some questions so she knew I wasn’t asleep.

“Did you kiss someone tonight?”

“Yes,” so I kissed her with my tongue and all.

I wanted more answers than that. “Did they touch your body?”

“Yes,” so I touched her body.

“Tell me more than that. What did they touch.”

“My tits and pussy.”

“I gather you liked it.” I tweaked and teased her standout breasts and nipples, then my fingers stroked her still swollen labia, well lubricated. I made them feel good and ready for more.

“Then what happened? Blow job?”

“Yup. Ate my pussy too.”

She was damn hot. I made those last things happen between us. Her crotch smelled and tasted of copulation and I was fully aroused. Then I slid my painfully hard cock easily into her extra slippery snatch. “Tastes and feels like he fucked you.”

“God yes, he fucked me!”

We went at it in a frenzy for a good half hour until I was lying there limp and exhausted. Like many hot women, she wasn’t wiped out.

“Has he fucked you before?”

“Hell yes! Dozens of times. What are brothers for?”