But was it that much less pleasurable last weekend? Or, every so often, fuck. “And every team has a utility player, one who can fill in at any position they have to?”
“Sure, I know that.”
“How would you like to learn another position or two?” Raucous laughter from his sister as the penny dropped and I realized his double entendre meaning. I couldn’t help it. Finally we began to talk about the game. I – we – must have a dark side. We kept the other as if I slept there; my books, clothes, makeup, clear and obvious evidence should Mom and Dad drop by, as the occasionally did. I immediately felt his movement as one of his hands left my hip and I felt the slight movement of the bed as he found his cock; clearly I wasn’t the only one ready as I glanced back beneath my upraised body and saw my brother’s full erection approaching my opening with Paul’s guidance. He went two for three with a walk, finishing the season with a batting average over three hundred. Well, I’d love to say it ended well, that Paul’s team won our city championship, but it simply didn’t happen.