Hundreds, for sure. We had never had sex with any clothes on, I realized, and was thrilled by the furtive, taboo, conspiratorial nature of what my brother and I were doing. So all in all I was looking forward to a summer of growing freedom, of a world whose horizons were enlarging as I, hopefully, obtained my driver’s license and, as I’ve already said, matured into a young woman now capable of making responsible decisions about her own sexuality. First tongue contact (in my case first with any boy) – first base, first touch, for both of us, of my breasts – second base, and first touches below the belt – third base, where the Marquis of Queensbury Rules definitely did not apply. I was stunned by the double-ended bliss that my brother had rocketed my entire body into, my vagina pumping his cock, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm while his lips brought the waves of pleasure up my spine, enveloping all of me in the sexual gratification he gave me as the flashes of sexual pleasure came closer and closer together until my body arched
