I felt it, slightly hard and swollen with excitement. He groaned, more loudly this time. Then, kneeling between his spread thighs and exposed rear, and surrounded by the folds of his kilt, like a huge blue-green flower, I pressed my wet and slippery tool against its small target at the centre. Whether or not I was de-flowering the youth of my younger brother, I could not know but against his initial resistance, I pushed, gently at first and then more firmly, until my cock-head slipped inside the first chamber. His sharp intake of breath, followed by a slight whimpering sound, said, “Proceed”. “Oh God!” he exclaimed into the pillow, as I pushed beyond the next barrier, into his inner sanctum. He felt so warm and familiar, soft and comforting; I felt his thighs gripping the outside of my legs as I pressed on and I began to feel his own clenches from within his bowels. I established a slow, firm but gentle action, pushing fully into him and then slowly pulling almost all the way out, but not quite, then in again, back and forth, back and forth. “Oh Fuck! Oh God! Mark,” he gasped. “I’m gonna cum like this,” he groaned in ecstasy. I could feel his insides clenching me, as I kept pushing across the swollen hardness of his prostate. His entire body began to shake. It was all too much for me; my own cum was rising now and my action became necessarily more frantic, as I pushed faster, back and forth, in and out, until – we each let out our gasps in simultaneous relief, as we both came in two shattering orgasms, each reinforcing the other, as my cum seemed to oral explode from inside my balls and down my shaft, into his young willingness, public to be met by throbs of ecstasy, as his own cum erupted from his prostate, soaking the inside of his kilt in pools of white spooge. Amidst our mutual groans and moans, I collapsed on top of him, my organ slipping from his hole, as his body relaxed under me. As I kissed the back of his neck, his hands found mine aside the pillow and he grasped them, gripping them in loving thanks. We both fell into deep and satisfying sleep; the sleep of the innocent? Perhaps. When I awoke the next morning, there was no sign of him; his boots and socks, the X-Men tee-shirt, Arran sweater and the kilt, were all gone. “Just like last time,” I cursed to myself. I showered, dressed and went down to breakfast. After last night’s exertions, I was ravenous and “Mrs Danvers” served me a full cooked breakfast in her characteristically quiet and efficient manner. I wanted to ask where he was but I had realised that I didn’t actually know that he was staying in the hotel; I had only assumed it and as I didn’t want to embarrass myself, I said nothing. Thinking that Deryk might turn up again, I hung around for a while shaved near the hotel but eventually gave up and decided to drive on up to the “Old Man of Storr” Hardcore car park, as per my plan. In fact, I thought I might still stand a chance of seeing him there but I didn’t. I made the short trek up through the wood and on to the area known as “The Sanctuary”, where a number of rocky volcanic plugs stand majestically and somewhat mystically in the almost lunar landscape. “The Old Man of Storr” is the biggest and most impressive of them all. I had been taking lots of pictures in the morning light but the weather deteriorated towards midday, so I went back to the hotel for a late lunch. However, the dining room wasn’t open and “Mrs pov Danvers” wasn’t around but an older guy was behind the bar – probably “Mr Danvers” – and he served me a Scotch and a micro-waved pastie with rather less finesse than his forbidding wife! Chris got up on top of the bed, so that he could assume the same down-on-all-fours, doggie style position that I had previously been in, when he was butt-fucking me . Her eyes were wide, her ears twitching. Ever had that before?” Jodi teases. Candice licked her lips, her blue eyes so hungry. “Sure!” Samantha said, snatching up the flyer, a huge grin on her public face. Yes he did." “Well, when I am on my own sometimes.” I carried in the bags, dropping of Hardcore them off in the kitchen, then rushed upstairs to our bedroom. I watched him make his boner go in and out of her kind of fast and I got shaved to hear mom making all kinds of sexy yummy noises. I would eventually have to join the clothing optional norm of the colony. He keeps staring at me and stumbling over words when he talks to me directly, since I’m an older girl. "WE'RE GETTING TO THAT. I hoped she would agree. His cum slid down his little girls throat like lava flowing down a mountain. “Yes,” I growled, my dick throbbing in oral Nathalie's hungry mouth. I do Master I have all pov of it wired for sound.