I took one deep breath, and the orgasms hit like a wave hitting the beach. Her breaths kept pace with my fingers and they got increasingly faster. I came out of the bathroom, walked across the hall, and opened the door to my room. That was what I wore that night. When my mother told me that I would have to share a room with Heather since she did not want her to sleep in the same room with my brother, I was not very happy. She was very wet, more so than me. I watched as her beautiful body walked across the room to turn off the light. For some reason, the television cord that was plugged into the wall caught on fire while we were outside. As I laid on the bed, she began to do the same things I did to her: caressing my breasts and surrounding areas. This had been my routine since I was fourteen until I was sixteen. As I laid in the silence, I kept thinking about Heathers breasts.
