I pushed my hand down next to the bed, and brushed my fingers against her hip.
“Is he gone?” she whispered.
“Yes.” I replied softly. “You can come out.”
She wiggled out from between the bed and wall while I took four quick steps across the room to lock my bedroom door.
My room was on the first floor, at the far end of the house. The previous owners had used it as a master bedroom and built it for privacy away from the second-floor bedrooms of their children.
But my dad had seen the wisdom of giving his only daughter the room with its own bathroom. He and my brother had taken two of the rooms on the second floor when the three of us moved in six years ago.
My mother had died a few years earlier, so it had been just the three of us.
When I graduated from high school I’d enrolled in a local college, where I was now a teaching assistant while working on my Master’s degree.
During my second year of college, with Bobby still in high school our father died. Since he’d paid cash for the house and left us each a sizeable inheritance, we hadn’t had to move. Once he graduated, Bobby had enlisted in the Air Force.
Now four years later he’d come home on leave to look for a job since he was being discharged in a month. He was also setting up his enrollment in college for next year while he was home.
He and I had begun fucking shortly before he left for basic training and hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other ever since. Whenever he was home, we’d fuck and suck each other silly in every room of the house, with no need to be sneaky or subtle about it.
Last summer I’d gone out to Colorado and spent six weeks with Bobby on my summer break, and I came home exhausted, well fucked, and sore.
Bobby had been disappointed to learn that our cousin Kirstin was going to still be staying with us when he came home, but he’d perked up when I told him that we’d fixed up the basement for her so everyone could have their privacy once he got home.
Kirstin had moved in several months ago, transferring to my college from an out of state community college because she was eager to get away from her overprotective parents.
She and I had always been close, and since she was a few years younger than me I took her under my wing and had begun educating her about dating and sex.
One night, after a bit of wine, she’d confessed that she’d always had crushes on both Bobby and on me.
With a bit of prodding, she admitted to spending lots of time fantasizing about having her first sexual experiences with her more worldly cousins.
Shortly after that I took her to bed with me and taught her how to pleasure a woman by using my mouth to make her whimper and orgasm.
Over the course of several weeks I taught her how to make me cum, and helped her discover the sexual pleasure that a woman can feel when her lover knows how to create, prolong, and enhance all those little feelings that lead to orgasm.
A few nights ago, we’d been snuggling in bed while recovering from our shared orgasms and she’d asked about Bobby.
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