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The conversation flowed effortlessly, and in no time, it was our turn to shower. Hell I had never even considered attempting it. When I was eighteen, we were finally growing out of the “sibling rivalry” thing and becoming actual friends. My entire body tingled, and I barely held in a moan. I wasn’t huge, probably around six inches, but I was hard as stone, and my shorts strained to keep it contained. Next thing I knew, he had ducked under the cover and was licking his own cum off of my feet. Not officially anyway. Satisfied that they weren’t paying any attention to us, I dipped my head under the cover and stuck his big toe in my mouth. I came right after. By extension, I started hanging out more with his friends, and even though I was older, I still thought his friends were awesome.