It wasn't a mythical silken thread, though, that was currently wound around Danni's wrists as she lay on the floor of the room she shared with Judy in...one of the old white painted houses up behind the harbour. Danni's wrists were tied with a length of relatively modern one inch rope.She was slowly recovering consciousness, her vision painfully coming into focus with the shape of her attacker's weapon, a stone replica of an Athenian owl, in front of her.Gradually, she became aware of her. She saw his almost benign smile, as he looked her up and down, sticking a huge hand out to her in a gesture of friendship. Her mind now doing cartwheels, they shook hands like some distant relatives that had not met for years each appraising the other now they had finally met in the flesh so to speak.“You came then even though you know I am going to make your life hell this weekend?” Was it a statement or a question, she couldn’t tell! In reply she said “she was intrigued by his mails and had. Andrew looked up at his half brother and asked.“Why don’t you unbutton Kyra’s shirt, Jon? I’m sure she’d appreciate your help.”Jon felt his cock twitching. He had expected this to take a few days and he had NEVER expected his brother to ask him to join the fun, but what the hell! He wouldn’t miss the opportunity!Standing up, he walked toward Kyra and once she stepped in front of her, Andrew moved his hands from her breasts, as if giving him the chance to feel her up as well. Locking his eyes. We were sixteen, yes, horny every moment we were awake, both virgins, not even with steady girlfriends, up in my room, each with a copy of Playboy open, pants and briefs on the floor, stroking as we dreamed of fucking one of the beauties in the magazine spread before us when my door swung open and there was my mom with an armload of clean clothes.She looked, turned right around and pulled the door closed as our erections un-erected. We quickly stashed the mags as my best friend, Robbie asked.