Leprechauns Don't Play Basketball

And then she'd rubbed the funny little hood that hid her clit. The tiny bulb had just been swelling up from the soft hood when her brother had so rudely interrupted. The door swung back and Rick strode into the steamy room without a stitch on. Though he paid no attention to Jeany, she found herself staring at him. They'd been pretty casual as they'd grown up and until she'd seen her brother with Lynn the other night, Jeany hadn't really thought of him in a sexual way. But now as he stood before the toilet, cock in hand, she stared. The yellow are of pee spattered into the bowl. She could see the little tube swelled out along the underside of his shaft. It was the same little tube the cum spurted from on a boy. Ricky's balls looked big and heavy. She could see the shape of them easily in the drooping sac. He put a hand to the small of his back and she had to turn to the door. "I pulled something playing basketball the other day," he complained, inking the last few droplets from his pecker. Her heart pounded too hard and she had to turn to the door. "Hey, Sis?" "Yeah?" "Think you might rub me where I'm sore? It usually helps loosen my muscles up." "God, Ricky, I don't know anything about giving a rubdown." She put her hand on the knob. "Anyway, I want to go downtown." "Aw come on, it won't take you but a second or two." "Well," she shrugged. "Okay." They wait into his bedroom ...»