She was bright and magnetic and lovable; everything I always knew. The audience loved her.On Friday, after the show, I took her sightseeing.New York, ...nlike the pretentiousness of Los Angeles that gave it a veneer of artificiality, was vibrant, bustling with life, people actually walking on sidewalks, and the air full of aromas. It was real and raw, gritty. We visited Times Square, and dropped in at the Juilliard School of Music, ate pastrami sandwiches in Katz’s Delicatessen on East Houston. “I looked both directions before I answered. Our shell company in the Caribbean has a new motto,” I informed him.“Well spill it,” he said.“This is actually sung by a sexy chick, but here goes. ‘No stems, no seed that you don’t need, Carolina Gold’s a bad ass weed’.” I sang in my not so sexy voice.Mike laughed. “How much did you buy?”“Shit I have no idea. I just invested some of our pocket change,” I admitted.Mike stared out at the floating Ice around us for a few minutes, then said, “It is just. No exceptions. She reached out with trembling fingers and pulled the elastic down. His veined shaft sprang out at her. A soft chime sounded and she picked up her phone. Jack. They’d just got to town and would be home soon. She texted that she loved him. The phone chimed again. A happy face. She looked from the phone to the purple head that twitched urgently in front of her nose. She let out a deep sigh. The head felt her breath and thrust forward, brushing her lips as he thrust his. He was out working late that night, so I gathered my work and headed for his room. I used his pc until i finally completed the assignment at 11pm. As I was saving my work, I noticed a directory on his hard drive titled 'stories'. Wow, I thought, maybe my brother is an upcoming author! Curious, I opened the directory. After reading the first story in there I almost fainted on the spot.The directory was full of incestous porn stories, collected from BBS's around the world. Most contained underage.