But, regardless of what I thought, I continued on, slowly moving my finger in and out of his ass until it was gliding in smoothly all the way. Ted seemed to be completely oblivious to what I was doing -- consumed with either the feeling of my finger, or the act of sniffing my panties until I asked him if he was doing okay.
When he didn't answer, I patted him on the back and asked again. "Ted, are you doing alright? Is this hurting you?"
"Oh yeah." He moaned. "I'm fine."
"Okay then," I reassured him, "you can keep doing exactly what you're doing. Feel free to do whatever you need to do to stay relaxed."
I didn't care anymore about keeping up the façade of examining him. The truth was, I was finger f*****g my brother's ass while he sniffed my panties and if there was any question that I
