I squashed that thought, he was my brother and that was just ... wrong.I turned away, angry with myself. How terrible am I that I couldn’t watch my ...rother sleeping and stay ... I don’t know ... innocent. What was wrong with me? I mean apart from that ... apart from that big thing that hung over me like a storm cloud, what else was wrong with me? Surely there was something wrong with me (something else I mean) if I had thoughts like that about my brother?Dan’s computer sat on the desk in front. He was obviously enjoying the fucking he came to this place for.I later felt him up in the dark room, kissing, playing with his pecs, and fingering his well lubed ass. It was loose til you got to the sphincter, then it still was nice and tight. If I had had a hard on, I may have risked disease by plowing deep that sweet ass. The other oral sex I had was brief but a turn on. There was a tall, thin black guy in a white t-shirt, sort of a basketball player looking guy. I saw him in the dark room. His video camera rolling I started to tease him. raising my dress a little at a time reveling my stocking tops and garter straps, fluffing up my petticoat giving him just a peak at my panties. The normal thing I did for him. Knowing he had his cock in his hand jerking off. "Take a walk for me doll" he said. I got out of the car and walked in front of his rig so the headlights shinned on me. I did a few twirls and poses for him lifting up my dress and petticoat spinning around. I started to. This one had a black bulb as a handle, and the whip-thin shaft was pure white. There were no markings on it whatsoever. That was odd. Manufacturers loved putting their names on things like this. They wanted their name to be a status symbol.Her comments to Bobby notwithstanding, she had seen the movie. She pointed the baton at the book on her coffee table, made a swoosh, and said, “Wingardium Leviosa!”Nothing levitated.“This is stupid,” she muttered.She remembered the curious circle/zee motion.