Emma widened her stance and stepped out of the skirt. Moments or minutes passed, I'm not sure which. "I like when you look at me Miss," she said quiet...y. Our eyes locked. Emma lowered herself slowly back onto the chair and draped one leg over the arm. "I like it very much," she said huskily. She lowered Her middle finger and brushed it along the opening of her gaping pink hole. I could see as well as smell her arousal. It was intoxicating. Her finger disappeared into herself. I rose from. I felt I might be getting somewhere now, I could do that, even though it was a brother, I could keep my eyes shut, and if this made the problem go away, brilliant. Trevor however, suddenly shot off on a new tangent, and suggested that one of his friends who apparently fancied me watch me instead? This unknown to me friend would be delighted to see me naked and doing myself, and then Trevor could watch us through the window, so everyone would be happy. I thought this might be better, I mean if. " Are you looking forward to your weekend away with Dad?" I asked, trying to take my mind off the empty chair opposite me.She leant back against the worktop and folded her arms underneath her breasts, "Sure. A nice hotel; room service; romantic dinners for two; no verbally challenged c***dren; some sexy lingerie and a bottle or two of wine. Why wouldn't I be?"I choked on my bacon as the thought of my mother in sexy lingerie popped into my mind. What the Hell was wrong with me? Only yesterday. We loaded up the station wagon our Love mobile we called it cheeper than a motel room besides the man who owned the motel knew our parents. It was very roomy you could lay down in with the seats folded down laying on your back looking out the rear window you can see the movie on the big screen. I had made some curtains used black material on the side of the windows and made one to go across to cover the front to prevent anyone from looking in. As an Old saying goes it the wagons rocking don't.