Soaring Passion

I don't know how I knew but I knew!  Bobby Joe was in the lower bunk and he was jerking off himself!  I knew it was true without even looking. I could feel the fantasy and rhythmic vibrations of passion from the bunk bed and hear the heavy breathing as he was jerking on himself. Pretty soon the vibrations were faster and faster and then the bed was still and a deep sigh of passion came from below me. I knew then that he had cum.  That was exciting! Just imagine the fantasy and listening to the movements and using my imagination about what he must have been doing. I knew he read Playboy Magazine and had some old copies in our room in the bottom drawer of his dresser.

There isn't anything you can hide from your sister!  I dropped off to sleep with my finger caressing my pussy as the passion grew in me trying to imagine what it would be like to have a man in there.  During the next few weeks, I was awakened several times by my brother whacking away at night. It got so that even though I went to bed before him that the movement of the bed would almost always wake me and I would lay there, fantasizing and touching myself and listening to his breathing. One Saturday when I was cleaning our room because my mother said that if I didn't clean the place, she would restrict me to staying home all weekend, I started looking for one of my brother's playboy magazines