“I thought you knew,” he said.

I shook my head as I felt his cock starting to wilt in me. I heard the smile in his voice, “Grab my phone from the nightstand,” he said.

I reached over and handed it to him. He flicked it on and navigated to a folder on his phone before handing it back. “Fap Mat, subtle,” I said. Inside the folder were several other folders. One was titled, ‘K material’.

I opened the folder and saw dozens of pictures. “These are all the pics I have found that look like you,” he said as I started to scroll through. Sure enough, slim, redhead, pale skin, tight pert tits, with piercings and tats.

“You’ve been fantasising about me for a while. Some of these are dated from like six years ago.” He continued to knead my tits as I scrolled.

Suddenly he said, “That series in particular. I thought she looked a lot like you.”

I blinked. It looked like me because it was me, I had slightly darker hair and was wearing contacts so that I could argue it wasn’t me, but it was one of Mark and my explorations. A group of men in a living room, making very liberal use of my mouth. A fine filigree mask the last step to protecting my identity.

“You dolt,” I said, “That is me.”

“What?” I felt his cock thicken again and moaned.

“Yeah, See here, in this one, you can see the sheen of the scar on my shoulder where I fell off the swings as a kid.” He started to grind against me again, “And here, in the background,” I zoomed in.

He groaned, “That’s your gymnastics trophy.”

I froze for a moment, “Wait, did you have fantasies about me because of my gymnastics?” I asked. Jethro had always been supportive, showing up to every practice and competition that was open to the public.

“I wouldn’t say it was because of gymnastics, but it certainly didn’t hurt,” he said.

“Oh my God, my brother is a perve!” I giggled.

“Says the woman who came to bed naked with her brother?” he asked.

I laughed, “Fair point. So, I can feel you getting hard again. Do you want me on top? I would love to watch your face as you fill me with your cum.”

He shook his head softly, “Believe it or not. I can’t cum twice. I will get hard again, but I will be way too sensitive to cum.”

I turned over, moaning at his cock’s withdrawal and pushed him onto his back. “Are you telling me I could ride you for an hour and you not cum?” I asked.

He blinked at me, “You can ride a guy for an hour?” he asked.

I grabbed his cock and lined him up. As I sank down on him, I groaned, “Two hours forty minutes is my record. I dislocated my hip that night.”

He arched as I sank down onto him, “Don’t do that. I think it would ruin things. But Kimmie, what are we going to do about all this?”

As I started to rock on his cock I asked, “What do you mean?”