Yeah, sure

"Just John feeling up my boobs," I replied. Hearing me tell Jenny that seemed to get him even more excited, and his grip on my tits got tighter.

"Oh, Ok. Do you need to call me back later?" Jenny asked.

"Nah, it's fine," I replied. "If he wanted me to get off the phone, I'm sure he would have said something."

"What does Jenny think about this," John asked me.

"She wanted to know if you wanted me to get off the call," I told him.

"No! Can... can you put Jenny on speaker?" John asked.

"Sure... Jen, John wants to talk to you. You're on speaker," I added, putting my phone on the bed.

"Hi John," Jenny said.

"Hi Jenny," he replied. "Sooo... I'm here playing with my sister's tits. How do you feel about that?"

"I hope you like her tits," she replied. "You finally decided to use her, huh?"

"AHHH" I yelped as he convulsively gripped my boobs harder.

"Sorry was that too hard?" he asked me, concerned.

I shrugged, shifting my breasts against his hands. "Maybe a little," I replied, "but if that's how you want to use my boobs, go right ahead. You can use my boobs anyway you want... or Jenny's too, the next time she is around."

"Fuuuuck... Really?" he asked, for some reason sounding like he didn't believe it.

"Sure, John," Jenny replied enthusiastically. "Of course you can use my breasts any way you want next time I see you. How come you never felt up my boobs before? I thought maybe you didn't like them."

John kneaded my tits again, then tentatively moved one hand under my skirt and felt my panties. He obviously wanted to take them off, so I lifted my hips to make it easier, and he began to pull down my panties.

"You still there?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah, still here, sorry," I replied. "He's taking off my panties now," I narrated for her. "I think he wants to feel his sister's pussy. Maybe even eat me?" I added, looking hopefully over my shoulder at him. John froze. I don't know why; it wasn't like he couldn't play with or even eat my pussy. I would be happy to let him use me.

"Lucky," Jenny groaned. "Don't take this the wrong way, but it's like pulling teeth to get my boyfriend to eat me," she added in a conspiratorial tone.

"I know," I sighed. "Matt used to eat me out all the time back when we started dating, but after a while... You'd think he was allergic or something by the time we broke up. And after that..." I made a pffing noise. "John can use my body anyway he wants, but if he wants to eat my pussy, I certainly won't complain," I added coyly.

"I get it," she added in understanding. "It's John, after all."

"Damn," my brother swore, like he couldn't believe that I would let him do it. Like Jenny wouldn't too if she were here. Of course we would. We were free for him to use. "This is amazing," he added, running a finger over my lower lips, still cupping a boob in the other.

"Glad you like using me, bro," I said. He kept lightly running his fingers along my gash. John shifted around to sit in front of me, before lifting up my skirt to expose my blonde bush.

"You don't shave?" my brother asked as he ran his fingers through my lower curls.

"Nah, too much of a pain," I replied.

"I know you boys have a thing about it," Jenny commented. "My boyfriend does too. But it's a lot of work, you know."

"Why bother at this time of year? No boyfriend and not gonna be wearing any swimsuits," I added, shrugging, which made my boobs bounce (or at least the free one; the other shifted nicely in his grip).

"Sorry, sis," he replied, running a finger over my gash. "I know you liked Matt."

"It is what it is," I said. He leaned in closer to my crotch.