He’d brought it in from the linen closet.We didn’t keep towels in the bathroom.I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his ...lothes and towel in my greedy hands. The shower curtain ripped open, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hair, his cock swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark thatch of pubic hair.“Anna?” he asked in shock.I stuck out my tongue at him as I scooped up his clothes and towels. I bolted.“You fucking little brat!” he snarled as I. Just when he started to sound human and personal, he had to add that coldly clinical comment about money. Granted, it saved Ray from raising the issue himself, but it impaled him neatly on an ethical dilemma. There was probably something in the University policies that said professors couldn't use their teaching assistants as gigolos, paid or otherwise. On the other hand, turning down Morton Dichter would probably eliminate Ray's chances at a plum graduate school. Anyway, how bad could it be. He's close . His body a few inches behind me. My nervous and excited and incredibly aroused because I know exactly what is going to happen. I feel him slowly lifting up the back of my skirt. Inch by inch he raises it. He slides his hands up the outside of my thighs. Feeling naked flesh. His touch is light and his hands are warm. Confidant. Purposeful. Moving sensuality but with intent. His hands glide over my bottom. He kneeds the warm skin and he makes me moan.My breathing changes.Excitement,. I had spent an incredible afternoon the previous day with a gorgeous black hunk named Marcus from France and his friend, Robert, and had arranged to go back with Lynne this time, so we could have some sexy fun at their rented villa.We got there early, letting ourselves into the private pool area behind the villa, and lay down on the loungers to wait for the boys to arrive. I dozed off, a combination of too much booze the night before, and too much sun. I woke sometime later on hearing voices. I.