Over the past week our relationship hadn’t progressed—it was still just oral and occasional toplessness (though she had started playing with herself while pleasing me, which was new and interesting)—but the dress code had been updated, presumably as a result of Brad’s sessions. What else can a good brother do? Sex vedio We fucked at night, we fucked in the morning, and if we shared a free period at school we’d fuck in the bathroom. I thought it—”
I cut her off. “Again?”
I’m not going to lie; I could have gone again. “I thought…I thought you’d like this. Her nipples were at attention, but I resisted playing with them. She had started wearing underwear—at first just her boring stodgy bras and panties, but over the course of the week they had gotten sexier and sexier. I stood up. Maybe he hypnotised them too? No one ever suspected me; it was never openly discussed, but the consensus was that it was Brad’s fault, and probably why he skipped town. I could have gone until we both collapsed from exhaustion, or until our parents literally had to pull us apart. Like I said, it happened to most of the graduating class each year. I knew I had to tell her what was happening, what Brad was doing.
