“Well, there are three, including you, so far.” Brooke said with a wink, and continued, “But if you feel the need to invite others, especially s...me hot guys, feel free.” That was a little awkward, because I didn’t know if she was serious or not, but I still nodded, and grinned, trying to fit in with them. The bus then came, and we got on, and started talking about normal stuff teenagers would talk about. We talked about bitchy teachers, made fun of what other people did during the week, and. One delicate hand caresses a silver breast while the other is pressed firmly against her mound. Two fingers disappear into the life-like metal folds. As I examine her, I feel as if I am a goddess, watching over little humans and witnessing a real event, frozen in time. The image is so realistic and erotic that my clit twitches and a small shudder rolls through me.“Do you like it, my love?” Asmodeus’ voice startles me. “My thoughts were on you as I created it.”My heart races as I meet his gaze. "Yes, I know you do," she tried to sooth him, "But you know you'll get into trouble." I won't, I won't," he said."Look, big sister knows best," she said, "and you don't want to end up in one of those padded rooms." I don't care," he sulked, "I can always get out."He tapped his head to empathize his words.It was a worrying time for her for, since their parents had died, she had been looking after her baby brother. Trouble was, that the trauma and the onset of puberty had done something to his. I was hiding. And while I felt a pang of sorrow for what might befall the boy, he was not my immediate concern. He was not my flesh and blood. He could die but not my little brother Johnny.Crouching behind a fallen ATM machine, I brought up the M16 rifle and aimed at the possible exit the boy might take. I was a good shot thanks to my father who trained both his sons to use guns at an early age. My hand didn’t shake as I saw the boy crash into the hard plexi-glass doors with them right behind.