“Angie, we can’t! I’m your brother!” Smiling, she pressed her lips to mine. “That’s right. You’re my brother. Who better to fulfill my n...eds? I know you’d never hurt me. And I’d never hurt you.” She rubbed her pussy up and down on my cock a little faster. “And we’re two consenting adults. Two adults who want each other, and who should please each other. Now shut up.”She kissed me again. Only this time, there was no softness to it. Only raw, a****l passion. Her tongue assaulted mine as if this. Was Iready for school? Not by a long shot. How could I ever go back there? Icouldn't tell if her question had been one of genuine caring or whethershe was attempting to wind me up. Everyone it seemed, was waiting for myreply."As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." I had no idea what else to say. Whatdid she want to hear? That the prospect of going back there terrified me?That I thought it was all a waste of time anymore? I really didn't thinkthat. I knew overall that school could be valuable, but. There before me was my mother in law lying on her bed with her eyes closed teasing her moist bald pussy and clit with one hand and playing with her tits with the other hand. I stood there shocked and at the same time beginning to get turned on.Here I was watching her as she moaned out loud bringing herself to orgasm and all I could do was stare at her as she finger fucked herself. As she hadn't heard or seen me I wondered if I should just back quietly out of the room or not, but all I could do. The girl had probably been pulled from his subconscious, an attractive coed he'd seen around but never talked to. If you weren't crazy, you could certainly drive yourself that way by thinking about the possibilities.There was a campus phone on a wall plastered with takeout menus. Waylon picked it up, muffled the mouthpiece with his hand, and dialed a number from the sheet posted next to the phone."Campus Police, Officer Martinez, how can I help you?" I'd like to report something," Waylon.