Cumming and going.

Beth laid panting on the table for a bit after her immodest climax. David retreated to the washroom to clean his face; He was no doubt covered in her cum. She could feel it: sticky and wet on her inner thighs and dripping down her legs.
Well... have we been a bad enough girl yet?
{if Shame >83
} Beth cringed at the voice in her head. Alright...alright. {else
}But it's been so long... I miss having my pussy eaten. {endif
}She cleaned up her legs with the napkins from the Chinese food. David came back from the bathroom, and the two of them exchanged awkward glances.
"So..." David murmured. "Maybe you should..."
"Yeah." she just nodded.
"Yeah." he sounded regretful.
"Thanks..." Beth smiled, and David gave a wry laugh.
"Your welcome. Thanks for... the massage." he finished diplomatically.

On her way to her car, Beth got a call from Brian.
"Hey, baby!" she answered. Shit. I didn't call him.
"Hey, I just got home from the event. We wrapped early. Where are you? Kyle said you haven't been home yet."
"Wait... Kyle? Your brother? He's at the house?"
"Yeah... shit I guess I forgot to tell you. He got in today, so he's here."
"That's great." She grabbed the door handle of her car and climbed inside. "I'm sorry, I stayed late to help David. He needs to prep for a big case that's appearing in court on Monday." She turned the car over. "I thought I'd be home before you, so I guess I just forgot to text you."
"Oh, that's fine. I was just..."
"Aw... you were worried about me?" she grimaced.
"Maybe..."
"Well, I'm in the car now, I'll see you guys in a bit."
"Ok, love you."
Beth berated herself silently for what she had done. "Love you too."

~

When Beth arrived at home, Brian was in shorts and a t-shirt, but he didn't appear to have showered yet, and when she hugged him he smelled faintly of cologne, perfume, and cigar smoke. She didn't mind too much though, and she hoped that he wasn't suspicious of her lingering hug and passionate kiss.

Kyle Jackson, Corporal, U.S. Army (Ret.) introduced himself. He was in jeans and a tight green t-shirt, and despite his extended hand, she gave him a hug instead. They enjoyed a late dinner, ordering pizza and drinking beer while Kyle and Beth got acquainted. Freshly discharged, he had taken a military transport from Damascus to Tel Aviv, and flown from Tel Aviv to JFK. After a quick 12 hour layover in Manhattan, during which Kyle had crashed with a friend in Brooklyn, he had gotten on a plane to LAX that had gotten in at around noon. He was jet lagged, though the 12 hours spent on the east coast helped a little bit. He would be looking for a job, and an apartment, but Brian was quick to assure him that he could stay with them for a while without a problem.
Beth began to notice Brian's eagerness to show himself as hospitable to his brother, and seemed to be bending over backward to make Kyle feel welcome and loved. Beth would have chalked it up to just being a proud big brother, if it hadn't been for the look that Kyle had given Brian after a particular bout of gushing praise and pride, which had caused Brian to subside into "yeah"'s and "so, anyway..."s. Something weird was going on there.
Eventually, jet lag caught up to Kyle. Beth and Brian headed upstairs to let him sleep.