She dominated his thoughts like a drug he had to have another hit of, and another, and another. The first time he’d seen her, she was arm candy of a...movie director at a fancy party in LA. He heard her laugh first, or so the narrative he spun for himself began. Her laugh was so full of life and light, he quickly turned to see who could be making this beautiful, musical laughter and their eyes met. Fireworks, fireworks as their eyes met, or so Pierre liked to recall. He’d never seen eyes quite so. She did this several times until she could tell Ken was about to explode. She stopped, turned around and got on all fours. Ken gave her nice round butt cheeks a few smacks each, then rubbed and kissed them. He then began licking her pussy from behind and fingering it. Her juices began flowing once again. He then worked down to her feet, sucking on her toes some more. He then began teasing her pussy lips with his cock, rubbing the tip up and down her slit. Ken then slid his pulsing cock into her. As he dropped the coins in the slot, he flickered his gaze at her again, taking in her pleasantly plump frame stuffed into a Pace uniform. He had never gotten a good enough look at her to be sure of her age, be he imagined she was probably in her early twenties, like him. His quick looked stopped at her face. It seemed like the world stopped and then slowly advanced, frame by frame, as one emerald covered eyelid closed slowly over a creamy brown eye. ‘Better stop staring and get to your seat,. . I’ve met the other two brothers and I have no attraction to either of them.. But with you.. I don’t know, I just want you.. And I want you to want me too.” She wrote after more than a week of silence. “I want you too, and I don’t know why. It scares me” I responded. The term is called Genetic Sexual Attraction, or GSA. It’s a physiological and psychological phenomenon where biological relatives who have never met, or have not seen each other for a great period of time, become attracted to one.