Go talk to Jethro.

After hearing the passion in Julie’s voice and Marks moans I was horny and felt a need to continue to push this evening. I stripped off naked and wrapped a blanket around myself before heading to the spare bedroom.

I knocked quietly, “yeah.” I tired voice replied.

I opened the door, “Jethro, it’s too cold in the den. Do you mind.” I asked in a pathetic voice.

I think Jethro was tired as he didn’t seem to connect the previous conversations with my presence here. “I’m really tired, you bother me and you’re out.” He said as he lifted the blankets.

In the dark I could see the faint b=glow off his skin, but no details, I had no idea what my brother wore to bed. “Thank you so much.” I said as I dropped the blanket and crawled under his.

I nestled up against him as he spooned me and lay his arm over me. It was warm and comfortable. Several minutes passed and I felt a stirring behind me.

“Kimmie.” He began, seemingly unsure of himself, “you are wearing a nightgown or something right?” He asked.

I could feel his erection pressing against me, slowly growing, he had to know I was naked. “I don’t wear anything to bed.” I said simply, the firm poking in my back moved further up, and I knew he had escaped from whatever underwear he was wearing.

There was a prolonged quiet as his cock crept higher still, if anything he was longer than dad. At some point I couldn’t take any more of the tension, “Jethro,” I began.

“Sleeping, or trying to.” Came the response.

“Why are you poking my back?” I asked. Suddenly I felt a rigidness in his body. I seized on the opportunity, “No way!” I exclaimed, I rolled over and reached for the lamp. There was a long silent moment as soon as the light turned on, Jethro’s erection was poking out of his boxes and reaching up to his sternum. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed in a whisper.

Jethro blushed and tried to pul the blankets back down. “Kim.” He said in annoyance. Then he noticed my nudity, looked at my tits and crotch and didn’t say a word.

“Wow,” I said, “that is impressive, and you’re single?” I added unbelievingly.

He seemed to get annoyed at that, “I’m single because of that.” He said before rolling onto his back under the covers. “Girls are afraid of my cock, I don’t know they are worried they will **** on it if we fuck.” He said with significant sarcasm.

“Wait,” I was confused, “you struggle to hold down a girlfriend cause your cock is so big you could blow yourself?” I asked.

He threw his hands up in the air, “Blow myself, I could deepthroat myself.” Then he blushed, “not that I’ve tried.” He added hastily.

“Wow.” I said, “Well you know I can’t sleep with that monster poking me in the back all the time.” I said.

“Just go.” He replied exasperatedly.