He paused, trying somehow to separate his incestuous leanings and his genuine want to help Vanessa through her obviously torrential feelings. “That’s not what this is, I promise. Right now, I’m just your brother who is trying to support you in a time of need.” Vanessa cumshot quivered some more for a moment, then relaxed under his arm. He drew her against his chest with his left arm, his right pushing her hair out of her streaming face. She cried aloud, and ebony then cried some more, her copious tears wetting the front of his t-shirt. Frank had never been this close to his sister before, either physically or emotionally, but he did his best to just support her in both ways. His left hand squeezed her shoulder; his right fingers tucked in behind her knee, hopefully making her feel secure. Because he wasn’t touching her skin, he didn’t feel an electric connection between them. However, he did feel a sort of metaphysical tingle in his chest, and realized there was some sort of transfer of energies happening between him and Vanessa via the wet spot on his shirt from her tears. He began to feel slightly drained, the feeling continuing even while Vanessa began to calm down, her emotional storm blowing itself out. By the time she was reduced to sniffing and breathing through her mouth, Frank was tired too, and he rimming wasn’t sure why. He reached anal around for the tissue box and laid it in front of her, and she used them again. After a few minutes of just holding her in his arms, he realized that she had stopped sniffling, and her breathing was quite regular. Cranking his head around to see, he saw that her eyes were closed; leaning against him she had cried herself to sleep. “Well, now I’m trapped.” He whispered to the four walls around him. He carefully fished his phone out of his pocket and typed out a text to Jean. ‘Hey, I’m up in Vanessa’s room, she’s pretty distraught. I was talking her through some stuff and she fell asleep against me, so I’m going to be in here a while. Her door is locked, so don’t try to come in. And NO, I’m NOT fucking her!’ The message sent, and a minute later, he received a response from Jean. ‘Okay, weird that she opened up to you, but okay. I blowjob believe you’re not fucking her lol, I don’t think you would go behind my back like that  ’ Frank read the message, stared at the ceiling for a moment, then responded that they would talk later. The pressure behind his solar plexus told him that he needed to address the situation between himself had Jean, and himself and Ashley. “I didn’t know you were into girls.” “Alright, do you want to see what I have for you?” He could feel her tension, sensed her licking her lips. rimming “See you tomorrow.” I did mention that I was horny after sucking him, but he didn't have much interest cumshot in lending me a helping hand or tongue...see, Josh did tell me that guys don't have much interest after cumming, he certainly is that way. "Oh come in but I'll watch you" He already likes you because you like to stay under the radar. The sex play ended with both females satisfied. And that tongue came back. “And you orgasmed again Zoe.” “Give me your futa-leche!” I howled. "Are you attracted to me, Mom? Her cheeks burned as she squirmed. The good news was that about a year after the divorce our daughter, Lucille (named after BB King’s guitar not blowjob that stupid Kenny Rogers song) recently chose to come and live with me. Would you like to see them and touch them?” Bella said she knows Euchre, rummy, and poker, but doesn't know what Kyle plays. And the sounds she's ebony making are driving me nuts because you know, this is the innocent sheila at school, and learning about what anal a freak she really is is such a fucking turn on. I was sure that she was changing her mind. After roughly an hour, my bedroom door opened.