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Back Rub for Julia

... ignoring everyone. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and soon the rhythmic flow of the freeway put me out like a light. I awoke, a couple of hours later, after the most incredible dream. Sandy Curry from the girls' track team was in bed next to me, giving me a hand job. She was a tiny dark-haired beauty with soft brown eyes. She tickled and stroked my cock lightly with a crooked smirk on her face. A crooked smirk? What the hell? I awoke with a start, and felt someone running their fingers lightly over my engorged head. This was no dream. I looked down into my lap, and saw a small hand, with powder blue nail polish. It was Julia's hand. Julia was sitting in between Katie and I, in the backseat. I looked at her face, and she didn't even blush. She just winked at me. "So you really are Katie's BIG brother?" She smiled crookedly at me again, and withdrew her hand from my shlong. The places where her fingers had stroked me seemed to burn with desire. Instantly, my face flushed brilliantly. Only two women had ever touched me there before, and now I was fully erect from my hot cousin's caress. My head was spinning. Feeling this way was obviously WRONG, but my cock didn't know that it was wrong. What the fuck was I doing? Katie hadn't been paying attention to her cousin's antics, she had been looking out the window. Julia leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Don't you wish that you could have slept just a couple more minutes?" I hated to admit it, but I really did wish that my dream ...

... could have had a happy ending. She tapped my sister on the shoulder to get her attention. Katie was staring out the window, like she had been in her own little world. "What?" she said breathlessly. "Aren't you glad that Jack's not with Amy any longer?" My girlfriend and I had broken up a little over a month ago. It was kind of a mutual thing. There wasn't any infidelity, or anything like that. Truthfully, our relationship just fell apart, and we both decided that we shouldn't be together any longer. "Thank god. I hated that fucking skank." Katie had never liked Amy. I don't know why, but they never got along, and had almost gotten into a fist fight several times. "I think that we should have just beat the shit out of her, then maybe she would have left Jack alone." Julia was much more inclined toward physical violence than my sister. Katie was by no means a fighter, but if anyone could have goaded her into a brawl, it was my ex. "I wish that we would have held her down and kicked her in the cunt." I was a little shocked to hear my sister say the "C" word. "Watch your language, young lady." It was my mother who spoke. She tolerated a small amount of profanity from my sister, but never really commented too much on my language. Maybe it was because I usually had enough sense not to curse like a sailor in front of her. Katie on the other hand, had little self control when something aroused her passions. To me, it was an endearing trait. True to her parenting style, my mother turned ...