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 Brunette shattering orgasms, each reinforcing the other, as my cum seemed to explode from inside my balls and down my shaft, into his young threesome willingness, to Hardcore 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 hard fuck 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 teen 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. Impatient and enjoying playing the dominant one Hannah reached over and guided Suzy’s head towards my Hardcore open cunt. I grabbed his bare ass teen cheeks, grinding my cunt hard on his love organ, muttering with ecstasy. He saw both their cunts now dripping girly juice on the floor. Finally they finished and were kissing, she was slobbering him with kisses, saying “Thank you, thank you. Probably hand reared as we used to say. Jill’s Brunette breathing was becoming a bit shallower. And even if Jim did, it wasn’t his style to come yank me out of the arms of hard fuck some hot guy.) “Telavia said the same thing,” Father replied, “days before she betrayed me.” Life wasn't fair. Chapter Seventeen threesome Bring me Yavara, bring me Elena if you can. "Will there be another one?