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I was the one who came up with the idea. "Brant, why don't you fuck someone else?"

"What do you mean?"

"We can go bar hopping as brother and sister, and we'll find you a date. Not really a date, just someone to fuck."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, The only rule is no more than a weekend. I don't want you falling in love."

"What about you?" He asked.

"Are you comfortable with me fucking someone else? I could use a little excitement."

"Same rules apply, no more than a weekend. And Jan, no comparing."

"Okay. Now about that falling in love stuff. Let me get on my knees and show you why you should always come home to me."

Brant got my best effort; not that he always didn't. When I finished, "Brant, I can't imagine sucking a better cock, and you know if I end up with a guy, he is going to get a blowjob."

"And, I'll probably end up eating pussy. In about an hour, I'll be ready to remind myself what a sweet pussy you have."

The following Friday night, we went out. We live in the New York suburbs. Within a twenty-mile radius there must be a few thousand bars where singles go to hook up. It was easier than I thought.

We found a table. I saw a couple of good-looking girls in their twenties sitting at the bar. I walked up to them to order a drink, and started a conversation. It got to this, "see that guy sitting by himself? That's my brother. Poor guy hasn't had a date in ages."

"Oh, he's kinda' cute."

"He looks so lonely. You don't mind if I go talk to him?"

"He might like that."

An hour later, Brant left with that girl.

He got home Saturday about noon. "Damn Jan that was great. Her name was Carrie and all she wanted to do was fuck. No blowjob, no pussy eating. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"You get some sleep. Since you didn't eat pussy. When you wake up, my pussy will be waiting."

You're probably wondering what happened to me Friday night. A couple of guys came over to where I was sitting, but I'll be honest. Sure, I wanted to get laid, but none of these guys excited me. I wasn't discouraged, and ended up taking an Uber home.

It turned out that giving Brant permission was a great idea. Late Saturday afternoon when he woke up, his tongue went crazy on my pussy. I was in orgasmic heaven. His tongue was about as good as it gets. Later, when we fucked, Brant was at his all-time best. He'd been laid twice Friday night, and once this morning. He lasted and lasted. I couldn't remember when the fucking was so good.

He promised me that next weekend, he'd do all he could to find me a ‘date.'

It didn't turn out that way. The following Friday night, Brant and I both ended up with dates. I got home Sunday and was in the shower when he got home. He joined me in the shower where I told him all about my weekend.

"I was sitting in a booth by myself when this guy came over and asked if

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