Placing some papers on the floor, I restarted masturbating, as did Frank. Mabel put her fingers into her cunt to do it. "Why don't we get Mabel to mas...urbate us? It would be fun for both of us, George," Frank suggested. "One at a time or both together? I'd like to do it either way," she said. "Both together and perhaps George and I could do it for you?" "That would mean that I'd have fingers from both of you in my pussy and I would be holding two cocks, one in each hand. I want to try it!" I. That thought frightens me. At least if she calls him first, giving him time to process the fact that I am home, he won’t have to stare at me like a ghost come back to life when he sees me. Because as much as I can’t wait to see Logan, I fear the same look in his eyes. What if he has moved on? He could have a whole new life, complete with a girlfriend by now. What if he has a girlfriend? I can’t be upset with him if he does. It’s been a year. Snap out of it, Brinley. If he moved on there is. All of a sudden a voice causes me to jump. I flip my body around to the voice, and grasp my chest like it could have stopped. Squinting to see who it is, he says he is sorry; I see my neighbor as he comes a little closer. I tell him it's okay that I'm a little on edge anyway. I find it hard to catch my breath as my eyes are suddenly glued to his topless chest, running over every sculpted muscle. Feeling my face get warmer as my cheeks turn red, I bring my gaze up to his eyes. Realizing I have. She could not see him, he had realised - it was a dark, moonless night and with the light on in her room, she would not notice her voyeur brother unless she looked long and hard at the window ... and by that time, of course, he would be away. But she suspected nothing, and went about her business ignorant of being watched.Then, as a strange foreboding feeling washed over Mark has he ogled his sister in her room, she opened the door to her bedroom and strolled out, closing it behind her. He.