But the time was well spent. They followed me into the living room and looked around in shock at the stocks, the cross and the whipping bench.Hugh wal...ed over to the stocks. Then he turned around and asked nervously, "What's all this stuff for?"I smiled disarmingly and replied, "I like to put my slave in them."One of Hugh's friends exclaimed, "Your slave?!"I heard Bev coming down the stairs. I heard her hesitate part way down when she heard our voices. But then she came down and joined us in. Except to me!"The comment was supposedly private, but Vicki started giggling and then Steve joined in. I couldn't think of anything to do but comply, so after glaring playfully at Vicki, I turned back to Steph, ready to lift my leg over her body and do this the way she wanted. Somehow, while I was looking at Vicki, Steph had managed to pull the back of her bikini down off her bum, revealing her slightly more pale cheeks to both the sun and me. I stared at her, and said nothing, moving to crouch. As his gaze continued upwards, his expression did not change. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that same lust-charged gaze. My brother wanted to fuck me, his own little sister!Our eyes locked, an electric shock of mutual realization lighting an explosive fire of lust. Then he heard a sound behind him, turned, and leapt a foot in the air. “RICK!!! What the fuck are you doing here?!!”“Wanking, of course,” I replied calmly. “What the fuck does it look like.”My younger brother Rick was sat. The candles lighting the Italian restaurant were barely enough to lighteach booth, but it worked well in giving each patron a sense of privacy.She scooted around the wrap-around booth until she was right besideCharlie. She rested her hands on Charlie and flashed him a wide smile."We both know that isn't true. I am just as good at our line of work asyou are," she said.Charlie had forgotten just how thick her southern accent had becomeduring her time at UGA. Her U's were drawn out and she threw.