He flipped up my robe. His hands grabbed my ass. He squeezed my rump. He kneaded me. I shuddered as his fingers dug into me. I shuddered, biting my lo...er lip. My heart pounded in my chest. Blood pumped through my veins.His zipper rasped. I bit my lip. I could hear sounds coming from the next room, a woman groaning as she was massaged to her orgasm. We told our clients men didn’t come here, and now my brother was here. It was so naughty.I shuddered as his cock nudged into my pussy. He pressed it. Her head and shoulders seemed to be magnetized, pulled, drawn outthe doorway. She crawled -- eyes unfocused and unblinking -- she crawledout the bathroom door, down the hallway, into her room. The magneticpole was here -- right in the middle of the floor, in front of the four-poster bed. Daniella's head slowly bent down, down, down until herforehead touched the floor, touching that magnetic pole. And she waited,mind empty and blank. No time passed. A thousand years passed. It didnot. ." her brow furrowed and she showed her teeth as she humped faster and faster."Fuck it, I want you inside me. You can't cum though, ok?" Without stopping for an answer, her fingers appeared on my cock and pointed me strait up inside her and I felt my sister's body take my cock into the hot opening inside her panties, penetrating her easily with all the slippery wetness. Suddenly it hit me, we were fucking. She was my first time. It was perfect."Ohhhh, fukkkkkkkk..." she said, looking down at me. The song was from one of my favorite groups at the time, but it wasn’t one of their most popular tunes. I liked it anyway, enough to use it as the final project of the class. The group was called Heart, and it was the song ‘The Dream of the Archer’ off of their ‘Little Queen’ album. Their music was really great, but I think part of my attraction was the raven-haired lead singer and sometimes flute and guitar player, Ann Wilson. Her voice was powerful and seductive all at once and with it she.