"Don't touch that!" she cried.

"What is it?"

"That's my clit, stupid. Haven't you ever taken biology?"

"God, the way you're squirming around, it must be pretty sensitive." Doug rubbed his fingertip across her clit again. Her juices had made the spot slick and the subtle friction caused Robyn to whimper.

"Doug, don't."

"Feel good?" he wanted to know, still rubbing her.

"Yes… I mean no. Just don't fool with it. Have you seen what you wanted to see?"

"No, not yet." Doug stopped touching her clit and eased his finger down into the clasping fever of her pussy slit. The two halves of her cunt-lips caressed his knuckles and the stiffness against her made Robyn groan and move her ass around on the bed again.

"That's enough, Doug! Now give me my money and let me…"

"What's this? It's all red." His finger pressed up against the delicate hollow Robyn had often used a mirror to look at.

"That's my cherry. Don't push very hard."

"There's a little hole in it."

Robyn blushed again. She didn't want her brother to know that she'd pushed a pencil into herself to make the hole bigger. After that, she'd managed to work her little finger into the opening, stretching herself until at last she could fit her middle finger up into the feverish heat of her cunt. Her pussy spasmed now as her brother probed around.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Doug, you've had a good look. Now let me up."

"Don't squirm around so much," he said. "God, you really smell far out. I kind of like it."

"Doug!"

As Robyn tried to roll over, she felt her brother's fingertip going into the hole she'd made in her cherry. It felt so strange, having someone else push into her pussy. She'd been the only one who'd ever dipped into the heat that was hidden behind that magical place.