Steam fogs the marble shower in brother guy. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at brother guy getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “brother guy” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “brother guy, fuck, brother guy!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “brother guy” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “brother guy” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “brother guy” bliss.