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My brother, Oliver, was visiting us for a couple of weeks while his wife went on a cruise with some girlfriends and he had business in town. (He hated the name “Oliver”, so when his friends started calling him “Patch” because Mom put a patch on the rear of his jeans one year, he happily adopted that as his permanent moniker.) My hubby, Pete, had gone off to a conference for three days. So Patch and I were home alone together. During the visit, Patch would run off and do his thing. I would go to work or shopping or whatever.But on the Sunday night my husband left for his conference, Patch and I went to a movie, and for some reason, sat way to the back eating our popcorn.The theater was now an old run-down second-run “palace” that was the go-to place when I was a girl. It was also the place where a boy first put his hand in my panties when I was sixteen. Jerome was his name. He rubbed my pussy and then a finger went in. Wow, that felt good. Then he said, “Do me too,” which I did til he squirted all over my hand and his undershirt.Too bad it was my brother I was sitting next to this time, haha.The movie was boring and I started a whispered conversation, “Did you ever make out with Connie in here,” I asked in my full imp. He dated her all through high school and whenever he got home from college and I knew darn well they did more than make out.He looked over at me, amazed Maltepe Escort at my chutzpah. “Well, … uh, … yes, we did,” he chuckled.”How far did you get with her?””Here? She would let me finger fuck her or reach up under her top and she would jerk me off. One time she got on the floor and gave me a blow job during a movie. But the floor was pretty dirty. She never did that again.””Then what?””Well, we’d make out in the parking lot or drive over behind that old barn and fuck in the back seat. Boy, you ask a lot of questions. OK, Pam, what about you?””Yeah, Jerome and me would make out back here.””Did he get your cherry?””Such a question,” I said in mock horror. “But no, Mr. Carlson got that,” I giggled. He’s dead now, so I could tell that.”Didn’t you babysit for them?””No. His wife was dying of early onset Alzheimers that summer, I watched over her so he could work.””Oh my!””And I took care of his needs most evenings when he got home, hehe. She had a separate room by then and he took my cherry right on their marriage bed.””Wow. I bet Jerome was mad about that. I hope Mr. Carlson used a rubber.””He had bought some before he seduced me. Anyway, Jerome got over it – I pretended to be totally embarrassed and told him I broke it playing with myself – and he took his liberties later, sometimes even the same night after I left Maltepe Escort Bayan Mr. Carlson’s house. We used condoms, too, until Mommy got me an IUD. Both guys loved that!”My brother chuckled. Thing was, talking about these things that we’d never shared with each other added to the intimacy of the dark theater. Of course, it wasn’t like we thought either one of us were perpetual virgins.The movie chugged along. “Did you ever think about having sex with me, Patch?” I was feeling naughty, wasn’t I?”Pam!!! … Well. … Actually, yes. … A lot. … I would jerk off thinking what it was like. … But you know, incest and all. I don’t suppose you, … you couldn’t have, never.””Girls have fantasies too, you know.””But with me?””Yes of course. You and all the other buff guys.””Pam!!!” he laughed too loudly for the movie theater but nobody noticed.We watched the movie for a while longer. Something got into me. I stared over at him. “So Mr. Patch, … do you want ME to jerk you off?””Pam?!?! Here!?!?” He looked around nervously.I undid his belt and unzipped his shorts. I held his cock up under his undershirt and started stroking him. His breath immediately got faster. And it wasn’t long before his hand went up under my tee shirt, played there a while til it moved to pull up the hem of my denim skirt. We both could tell how wet Escort Maltepe my panties were when he rubbed me there. He pulled them aside and went to work.His fingers were doing everything they needed to do, on the lips, on my clit and up inside me. A deeply suppressed squeal, caught the attention of the folks three rows up, but they only glanced briefly. We two thirty-somethings had our orgasms and collapsed back in our seats.”We’ll have to wash that undershirt,” I said as I licked off the part of his eruption that got on my hand.”Your panties go in with them, too,” he said, copying my licking action with his own fingers.We left before the movie ended, laughing hysterically as we ran through the lobby and out to the car. “I think the old barn is still there,” I offered.The old barn was in a state of partial collapse but it still offered a hiding place not visible from the road. At least there were no teenagers there.We crawled into the back seat and he wasted no time taking my tee shirt, bra and panties off. After the briefest foreplay, we positioned ourselves as best we could. It was easier twenty years ago.”This is incest, you know,” he asked.”It’s ok. We’re not making babies. Birth control, hehe.””OH. I forgot to ask about that.” But soon I felt his cock tentatively entering me, then deep inside me. He played with my boobs and we French kissed while we fucked. I rubbed my clit and squeezed his slithery cock between my fingers as it slid in and out.”It’s so good. So good,” I said, loving and pushing back against his deep strokes that pounded my cervix. But it was getting uncomfortable in the tight space. I guess cars used to be bigger. “Let me get on my knees.”
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