‘Maybe I should goad him on a little. I haven’t really given any sign of encouragement,’ she thought. ‘Hey, so tell me, why do you like me?’...‘Huh’ ‘I asked you why you like me.’ ‘Like?’ Stiffling a giggle, Heather whispered provocatingly ‘Yeah. Like – as in why do you look at my body secretly?’ A nerve-wracken, smitten fan he could be of hers, but Kabir was no slow study. He clutched the only safe chance he’d ever had with her and retorted, ‘I apologize if your assumption that I was being. I was a little worried now. I picked up two towels and stood near the door.I called out, “Sara, relax. Open the door.”After a few seconds, I heard the water shut off and she opened the door. She was standing with a wet towel draped around her body. She was numb and shivering badly. I draped her with a dry towel and removed her wet towel stuck to her body.I pulled her out of the bathroom and made her sit near the dressing table. She was soaking wet and numb. As she sat, I could see her wet panty. The rest of the weekend went quietly and happily. Henry and Samantha drove back up to London on Sunday evening. Samantha's ring was noticed almost immediately the next morning by her secretary, Jean."Who's the lucky man?" she asked."My step-brother, Henry." Isn't that incest?" No," laughed Samantha. "We're not blood relations. He's my step-father's son from his first marriage and I'm my mother's daughter from her first marriage."That was by no means the end of it though. One of the Sunday. Not bad, it had four walls and a carpet on the floor. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the fort, grabbed my tee shirt and pulled it over my head and threw it to the side. I loved it!. There was just something about him forcing himself on me that made it exciting. He stood there just looking at me for a minute. then he reached up and put his hands on my nipples. I just about came right there. He ordered me to get down on my knees. he stood in front of me and unzipped his jeans. he pushed.