Evan sucked in a deep breath behind me--his fingers slipping free from my p***y--and I sat up in a jolt, not at all sure what the f**k to do in a situation like this. While we sat there, both completely silent, I realized two things. The first was that my brother had a huge d**k. I was pretty sure I could wrap my hand entirely around it, but lengthwise it had to be nearly as long as both of my hands. Granted I had fairly small hands, but still... The second was that my p***y was sopping wet. Like wetter than I could ever remember it being because Evan was unfortunately correct, his lap wasn't even remotely dry in any sense of the word.
"Um. Grace? That's... uh..."
I ripped my hand away before he could finish, my cheeks burning hotter than an open flame. It was silly, given that I'd just
