Naomi is adopted, and she doesn't fit in her white-bread home town. But the lovely Filipina girl is hot and randy after a year of getting all the guilt-free sex she could handle at school. When her eyes settle on her hot younger brother Luke, she takes matters into her own hands. Because it isn't REALLY incest when you're adopted, right? More
Naomi is adopted, and she doesn't fit in her white-bread home town. But the lovely Filipina girl is hot and randy after a year of getting all the guilt-free sex she could handle at school. When her eyes settle on her hot younger brother Luke, she takes matters into her own hands. Because it isn't REALLY incest when you're adopted, right?
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“Wow, Nayo. That feels…fantastic.”
He could hear the smile in her voice as she moved her hands to his shoulders. “My instructor said I had good hands. Of course, she might have just been trying to get into my pants.”
“Uh-huh.” He closed his eyes, his body sinking into lethargy. Then her actual words penetrated. “Wait. She might have been trying to get into your pants?”
“Yes.” Her hands didn’t cease their delightful movement, but her fingers gripped him hard around the shoulders, making him wince. “Why? Do you have a problem with that?”
“No. Not if you don’t.” Mindful of the fact that she needed to do her job, he kept his shrug to the barest twitch of a shoulder. “Did you ever…”
Her hands moved down his arms to his biceps, her thumbs digging deep into the large muscles there. He could feel her shifting on the bed to keep a good angle. Her knees were on either side of his thighs. “No. Oh, once, maybe. But not with her. Just a little fooling around with one of my girlfriends when she brought some wine from home and we tried it one night. You know how it is. You’re lonely, you’re far from home, you’re escaping all the religious bullshit you’ve been brought up with…and you start to wonder. Am I a lesbian? Or am I just hornier than hell?
“So we got a little tipsy and played truth or dare. Three of us. And when Linda dared Kimberly and me to make out, we did.” She shifted again, her strong little hands working on either side of his spine. “I liked it,” she continued blithely, shocking Luke to his core. “And I think I would have liked it more if we’d gone a little bit further. Kimberly…” her voice trailed off. “I think she just got caught up in the moment. The next day she was complaining about her hangover and how she couldn’t remember anything. But the way she looked at me made me sure that she did remember. And she wasn’t sure whether she liked it or not.”
“So…what are you saying?” he asked, feeling as if he were tiptoeing through a minefield. In the dark. Blindfolded. “Are you…you’re not a lesbian? Are you?”
“No. Moron.” She slapped his rear, the sound echoing through the small room. She ignored his hiss of pain with serene indifference. “I’m not even bisexual. But sex isn’t binary, you know. When you get to USD you’ll have your nose rubbed in that.” She moved again, all the way down to the bottom of the bed, where she could massage his calves. More oil hit his skin. “Thank God you’re not too hairy down here. I swear, some guys I’ve been with, they look like Bigfoot.
“Anyway, when you come with me to Vermilion, you’ll see that it’s true. There are gays and lesbians and some trans students. And there are bisexuals as well. We have ten thousand people on campus. Hell, Luke, it’s got almost as many students on campus as live in this entire town.”
“So…” he was growing even more confused. “You’re not bisexual? But you’d like making out with a girl?”
“The right girl, yes. Kimberly and I are good friends. And she’s cute. She’s got this fantastic reddish-brown hair, and nice big boobs.
“So no, I’m not a lesbian. Or bi-sexual. But, you know, if Kim caught me in a weak moment and I was really horny, I might think about it.”
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