For a long while I just tried to sleep. I though that maybe if I fell asleep I'd wake up in the morning and it would be like nothing happened. My roommates would remember what happened. I'd forgive myself for acting foolishly. And I would stop thinking about my brother's cock and daydreaming about it sliding in and out of my wet pussy. But it was no use.

I'd tossed and turned for well over an hour when I heard a soft knock on the door. Then it opened and I saw my brother slink in. I turned my bedside light on and sat up in bed, pulling the covers...