You smile at Mike. "Close the door, if you want a show..."
He nods, speechless, and runs to the door, almost slamming it.
"Lock it."
He complies, and then sits in a chair in the corner. You smile, and rub his girlfriend's taught belly, then lean close, kissing her deeply, pushing her back onto the bed. But the kiss quickly becomes mor than such, and your lips slide over her head. She squeals, your lips sliding down her neck as you glance towards Mike. He's frozen in shock. Good. You return all your focus to the task at hand, your lips sliding wetly over the poor redhead's shoulders. Your tongue flicks over each nipple on her lovely breasts once, then they, too, vanish into your greedy maw. Another glance towards your brother reveals that he's still there. Why?
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