I finger-fucked myself to an amazing orgasm, all the while thinking about Aaron. However, I knew that I could not have him. He was, after all, my brot...er; my own flesh and blood. Multiple times, everyday, I would masturbate to my brother. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to be his whore. Ever since his comeback from college, he was such a hottie, but I never knew how hot until I saw him shirtless. One day, I was heading across the hall to the bathroom. I got there, and found the door partially. He’s on his tummy and I reach over to draw my fingers down his sweaty shiny back from his neck to his butt. He spreads his legs a little but I don’t keep going. There will be time for that later.“I think we need a swim, Julia. Shower first?”Without speaking and somehow without visible effort he stands up. He extends his hand to me and pulls me up and close to him. He’s tumescent, I can feel him against me, but not yet erect. It won’t be long. He kisses me, a gentle kiss yet one with heat. We. Perhaps all is not lost. I greet the receptionist who raises her head from the computer screen below the reception desk. Before she finishes her ‘Hello, welcome to th-‘ I am inside her mind and rooting through her recent memories. Yes, she did book in the group I had seen, not moments ago. A group of French students and their teacher, apparently. A little rummaging in the receptionist’s mind and I have the room numbers of both the redhead teacher and the darker-haired girl (though not their. Being professionals, however, wecomposed ourselves and by the time Ms. Daniels could see our faces, wewere pleasantly shaking hands.I said, while shaking Ms. Perkins' hand, "Good luck with the audition,Ms. Perkins."I didn't even shake it firmly to cause slight discomfort (which is whatI wanted to do). No, I was the perfect gentleman, cordial and polite.A little smile appeared on her face, one I had seen before. It was thetype of smile girls gave me when they knew I wanted something more.