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figured it was the new folks who’d moved into the Kaylin house. They had a huge Great Dane that she’d seen earlier while they were sitting on the porch.
    “Barking at the fall moon,” she whispered to herself.
    At ten it became clear she was both exhausted and restless. An infuriating combination. Jordan clicked off the TV and tried to settle.
    It took ten minutes of tossing and turning to be truthful with herself.
    You know you want to…you know you need to.
    And with that thought, it was not hard to call up the first time she’d seen her brother with another girl. She’d been going to ask him for batteries for her camera, they were the only ones home, and he’d been giving it to Sherrill aka Sugar Talb. And hard.
    She’d walked in to see him with his face buried between her pretty thighs, pressing his lips and his face to her pussy. There had been a flash of pink as his tongue set to her clit and then he’d sucked hard enough to make the pretty cheerleader shiver and clutch at his pale hair.
    “Do it, Gar…Oh God.” That is what she’d said and it had sent a sympathetic shiver and tremble through young Jordan.
    The wetness in her panties that day had been more violent and sudden than anything she’d felt in her eighteen years.
    It did the same now. Jordan pushed a hand down into her pajama pants and found her own body responding already. The hard nub of her clit was eager to be worked and she pressed a trembling finger there and let out a sigh.
    Gareth had slid a condom on that day and then worked his length into the waiting rosy split of Sugar’s pussy. Her long legs had come up to grip him, her pale hands clutching his tan muscular back. She remembered the sight of him thrusting into her. His tight ass flexing with each driving movement.
    Jordan slid her other hand into her pj pants and slipped three fingers into her already soaked and flexing cunt. “Jeesh,” she whispered. “You’ve got it bad.”
    Memories flooded her of him speaking in Sugar’s ear, fucking her in even strokes—his control so much greater than one would expect of someone his age. Jordan realized that now. When the girl had come, and come with a rowdy cry that had made the spying Jordan blush and back up a step as Jason had pulled free of Sugar.
    “Where’re you—” Sugar had started.
    “Turn,” he’d growled and put her hands to the doweled slats of his head board. He’d curled her fingers around two dowels for her and had muttered something that Jordan couldn’t hear but took to be ‘hold on’
    Then her brother, her sweet, funny, gorgeous brother, had hiked Sugar Talb up by her hips and knocked her knees apart to his liking. He’s teased the girl’s anus gently with the sheathed tip of his cock until she begged him not to ‘do her there’. Then he laughed, wiped a hand along his tip and then drove into her red cunt from behind.
    Sugar wasn’t shy. Sugar was loud.
    It all played out Jordan’s mind as she fucked herself with dripping fingers. At the last moment, driving a wet finger into her ass as the other two slipped back into her pussy. She abused her clit with the most perfect rough pressure and came with a pretty loud cry of her own. So loud that the silence that followed echoed in her ears.
    Oh shit.
    She heard the pounding of her heart that nearly blocked out everything else. Jordan wasn’t sure if the slight creak and rustle was something she was hearing or something she was imagining. She held her breath but that only made her heartbeat louder. Then…
    “Jojo?”
    “Yeah?” she whispered.
    “You okay?” She could hear his footsteps on the carpeting. Had he been asleep? Had she disturbed him?
    “Fine.” It came out as a sigh.
    The bed depressed and she went rigid as he climbed on. He laid so that he was facing her and she could barely make out the dark shadow of him in the already dark room.
    He stroked her hair like he used to when they were kids. “You sure? Were you crying.”
    “I had a