Her shoulder length red hair hung freely in curls, green eyes tried to show playfulness to her slightly angry counterpart. Her b-cup breats rose and ...ell in her white tank top, as she tried to suck in air for her slightly tired body. Her hands smoothed out the jean skirt that she had on with it. Carly had been talking with Trevor every weekday, for the past two months. He owned a magazine stand that was on her way to work, so as she stopped there to pick up magazines she naturally started to. The next six weeks would be the last time I had to worry about the media as far as my private affairs were concerned, so I let the stupid babblers babble on about how evil I was for wanting a wife.The after party following my acceptance speech, lasted most of the night, but I missed almost all of it. We agreed to head for Branson and a long weekend of rest and recuperation, in preparation for the grind of the campaign.One big change for me was having the Secretary of Defense ban the media and. Especially my brother doing it! He looked up at me, so did the other bloke . . ."Damien! You know you can knock you fuck head!" he yelled at me. I couldn’t quite see the other guys face because he was covering it with the blanket, thank god. . I wouldn’t want to see his face and realize it was someone I know . . . awkward situation. Now all I did was stare at my brother and what he was doing as I interrupted. .I knew I should have been a little grossed out and disturbed from what I had burst in. He was wearing a thick plush robe and looked like he’d just gotten out of a sauna or shower. Damn was he something yummy to look at, suppress that thought! “That will be all,” he said to his men and they left silently. I just stood there looking at him warily and trying to get inside him. He was not nervous on the surface but there was a quivering tension in there that felt… hot. I felt my pussy get a little wet. Shit. That had never happened before. Okay breath deep. We stood quietly staring.