” I muttered to myself as I entered the bathroom and turned on the fan.Looking into the mirror I could see why my mom thought I was a little messy t...is morning. My hair was in clumps and was looking really shaggy, we had been doing chores late last night and my face and hair was obviously still covered in the dust from those chores. I turned the shower on and ran it until it was just the right warmth. I took my shirt off and looked at myself in the mirror trying to flex and show off the muscle. Within those clothes she was packing plenty of curves with big round hips, a narrow waist and nicely rounded b-cup titties. Her long mane of black hair was pinned severely back from her face in a pony tail. Her face showed an unblemished and bronzed tan, but her model looks were belied by the spectacles she wore to read the computer screen. As he approached her she looked up with sparkling green eyes. Her broad full lips parted as she asked, "May I help you?" Yes, I was wondering... how's the. Stella begged, "Tim, you have shown up with dozens of girlfriends in your short dating life. Is it too much to help me in my hour of need?" This is wrong on so many counts that I don't even know where to begin, sis," I confessed, dreading the corporal punishment I would be courting. It's ALWAYS the older sibling's fault, especially an older brother.As I shook my head no, something told me that this had a real chance of happening - that "something" was my hardening bone!Stella has coltish thighs. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the bed, breaking my reverie and making me realize my situation again. Gently, I pulled her closeand nuzzled her ear under the soft waves of red hair. My hands caressed her back, working their way down to her ass for a firm squeeze or two. She started to relax and moan, and I thought I had her. "No way! Thought you had me there, didn't you?" Sharon snapped as she roughly pushed me back onto the bed."You're not getting out of this one thateasily" I.