At this point, whatever Seifer had expected was irrelevant, as the reality was definitely that his little brother was on his knees, Seifer's length in his mouth, and Bridget actually trying in some way to do his best.

The thrust was unexpected, but he tried to roll with it, forcing himself not to cough or choke and instead just sort of swallowed around his brother's cock, lips locking and tongue pressing firmly to the base, before pulling back and letting the head pop out of his mouth with a wet smack. A hand came up to stroke the now fully thickened member, Bridget not even responding to Seifer's question before his mouth was occupied again, kissing along the length from base to tip.