Mom and I went and we stayed there with Mona in the Emergency Room. The Police went in and out but Mona wanted us there.Weeks went by and Mona was not...the same. She had always been such an outgoing girl and happy. Mona is a petit 18 year old girl of 5'3" and has a knockout body and long pretty black hair. I felt guilty because I had dreamed about forcing Mona to have sex with me before she was assaulted. In my dreams Mona had always wanted to be my sex toy and fucked often.I watched her around. I scooched in a little bit closer to him, and placed my hands on his warm body. I felt him start to stir, so I waited a while with my arms draped over the side of his arm. Eventually, he moved, took a look at me and started putting his hand on my arm. I thought that I was just going to get up from the bed and leave, but instead, he motioned my hand towards his dick. I rubbed it up and down a bit, wondering if there would really be any reaction at all. Luckily, I could feel him get harder. I. She said that she knows what I wanted and wanted to make love.But the time I could say something she started kissing me but I was thinking it’s not right cause we were only 17years that time but how could a man resist if a sexy girl is kissing him . So I started respond to her kiss and we kissed wildly for 10mins . She was giving me love bits all over my neck , lips and my checks . My face was red because of her lipstick all over my face . I started holding her boobs over her dress and started. Her mind and body strained, but it was no use. The image was slowly fading away.A car horn blared at her as her car drifted towards the white line. Her brow was furrowed and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She blinked her eyes and a shiver ran up her spine. The fantasy was becoming stronger and stronger; the urge more insistent. Oh, God, how she wished Peter wasn't her brother.He's only your adopted brother, not your real brother, the little voice said. Who would know?Marsha pushed the.