I stood there with my hands on my hips ... waiting to see what would happen next.Then I got the courage to ask “Can I see you too?”Jane frowned an... then said “I’m ugly”.“No ... no you are not. You are beautiful” I blurted out.Jane laughed.“I know that you are a very honest person Rob ... so I believe what you say. But I still think I’m ugly” she explained.Jane is tall and slim like me. She has short curly red hair which frames a very beautiful face which is slightly hidden by a pair of nerdy. All I had to do was remember that he was just my sexy older brother, and nothing more.Wait, no. Not sexy. That wasn’t what I was trying to ... I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Here was what I was going to do: I was going to get up, go downstairs, and sit down in front of my brother. I was going to try to ignore the way he’d inevitably stare at my tits, or the way that my body would respond ... I wasn’t going to let his long, lingering glances at my chest affect my behavior.I certainly. . that each time he walked away from her in a kind of half-crouch, trying to conceal his erection, SHE was the one in control of his penis. So, it became a kind of game for her, these last couple of days, to give him a show, and watch as he wiggled his cute little butt out of the room, trying not to reveal the bulge in his jeans. Afterwards, she always felt an incredible rush of power and, she had to admit (though reluctantly) a flush of arousal.Eventually settling on a tall, cold glass of. ‘But I can’t lie to you and say that every day I am happy when I can’t see you. It’s difficult.’ Gabe continued to look at her, with that same dejected gaze. Reading her face, trying to understand her words. ‘Please, Gabe. This is hard for me to be telling you this.’ Never one to voice her concerns, she was sitting next to the man she loved and needed to be honest. ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘I know you don’t. It’s not that I feel I’m a burden to you. I don’t want to stand in the way or weigh you.