I think a brother and sister romance is so romantic, wish I had a brother to own me and fuck me. No I've never been raped but I feared it, thought men...would hurt me, saw inside my soul that any man or boy could just ask and I'd be their slut. Hating myself, wanting to be like the popular girls, the pretty ones and knowing they boys would one day know, know what I needed and they start raping me, I'd be blowing lines of men and boys, playing the whore. Fearing I'd be molested and fearing more I. His fingers started to work on the buttons at her chest but then just tore it off her. Under the coat she however was still covered up all the way in conservative black pants and a pretty Moroccan blouse made from a veil like fabric over a layer of more solid fabric. ‘You look so nice habibi.’ His hands went to cup her breasts. ‘I want you now!’ A fire seemed to flare in her belly. ‘Not right now my Lord. I am sweating and stinking. I first need a bath… and I sure do like this blouse so best. I haven’t seen her since she moved away like eight years ago,” I protested. “You seemed pretty excited when you heard she had called. Are you sure she wasn’t more than just the neighbor? Maybe you two used to hold hands and play doctor when no one was looking,” she accused. “What? No, well a little, but we were just kids,” I stammered, feeling my face flush. Riley laughed. “I knew it. I could tell by the look on your face. She was your first love. I’ll bet you two used to sneak off and do all. Jill was doing a lot of things that surprised her these days. The next time Vick started teasing her about the mole, she jerked on the snaps of her shirt and opened it to her waist, exposing both breasts. She was almost screaming at him, look, no mole, now stop with the mole bull shit He just laughed at her, and commented on her being braless, and on her nice hard nipples. He reached over and touched the tiny brown spot, then each nipple in turn. His touch was electric, her nipples were hyper.