"What time did you get back last night?"
"I don't know," Ellie answered groggily while making a stiff cup of coffee. "Late."
"Late like what? 4?"
"Something like that."
Oliver had dropped Ellie off at 6 after they spent all night long kissing on the hood of the SUV. It was the best night of her life. The taste of her brother was still in her mouth, and Ellie loved it that she could feel him. She briefly wondered what it would feel like to have the taste of his c*m in her mouth, if it would feel as good or better.
There was something so amazingly innocent about that night. Ellie couldn't recall the last time she kissed a boy for more than thirty minutes without dropping her panties, and yet last night she was kissing her brother for hours, and neither of them had attempted to push for
