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fucked with the room mates

... to fuck you.' I would let him have his way with me. Well, it's four in the morning, and you're the last cock standing (a lot of giggling here.) Do you want to fuck your sister?" I pondered to myself, "what is the correct answer to that question?" I eased back up to the edge of the tub and climbed out, then turned to offer my hand to Lizzy. She stepped out looking weary and dejected, and settled down on one of the padded lounge chairs. Reaching for another beer she appeared to be flirty but vulnerable. My shorts and shirt were soaked and splashing water all over, so I stripped them off and went in search of towels or robes, when she called to me. "Joey please don't go. And don't be embarrassed by this. I'm the one who should be ashamed for acting this way with you." Her voice took on a young girls lament. I thought the alcohol was kicking in, but then she caught a second wind. "I'm a squatter in my kid-brother's house, divorced, broke and depressed. I spend money I don't have, on clothes, perfumes and hair products, then waste 10-12 hours each weekend on limp-dick jerks, who think they're either my 'White Knight' or 'Batman.'" She took that moment to lay a fairly solid smack across my wet ass and giggle drunkenly abit more. "You know, I was only half-kidding about the sex. You look really good, I'm incredibly horny and we don't have to do that dance about our hobbies or the weather. Do you recall when Mom used to tell me the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?" I ...

... nodded. Mom had a lot of old adages while she struggled with a bad marriage and a failed relationship. "Yeah, Mom was old school." "No, she was fucked up," (more giggling and beer caps flying.) "After catching Dad, then my Ex, and you other prick-bastards thinking with your dicks, I figured it out on my own. The way to catch a man is with a blowjob! But you can't waste them on jerks." How long, I wondered to myself, am I required to fight-off this feeling? I don't need to be told that it is an incestuous taboo. I'm the little brother. I'm supposed to protect and support her. She has been through a nasty, contentious divorce. She is out of work and alone in this city. She has been drinking a little too much tonight, and I'm adding to it. But man, she's naked, horny and coming-on to me! If my cock got any stiffer, I could serve our drinks on it. In the shadows, the moonlight played on the soft mounds of her chest. Lizzy's nipples perked-up as her torso cooled-down. And her delicate, pale body hairs were drying off, giving a soft, inviting look to her lazing form. Her belly rose and fell with a quickening pace, the tight abs rippling with each shallow breath. And her short, stubby fingers; unadorned by rings or polish, tickled the cropped, soft-spun gold between her thighs. I was caught slack-jawed and stone-legged. My cock achingly hard and my guilty thoughts transparent, I stuttered for something "brotherly" to offer. Liz rose from her chair, taking the tequila in one hand and ...