"Howell, would you let me get loose?" She squirmed but her strong brother closed the circle of his arms enough to capture her against his body. "Howell!"
He was lifting the hem of her summer dress. And then she realized with a start that his cock had been poking out of his pants the whole time. No wonder he'd felt so close. With just the thin cotton material separating them. And now even that wasn't there anymore. As her brother's cocktip brushed hotly against one cheek of her ass, Abby tried to drive an elbow against his belly.
"Easy sister, easy!" He held her as she struggled. "You want it as bad as I do." His hands were under her dress, rubbing up her heaving belly. Then he surrounded one of her big breasts and began to knead it slowly and suggestively. Her nipple exploded outwards against his palm. Abby gave a whimpering cry and leaned heavily against the pin ball machine.
"Don't… Ohhh… Ohhh Howell, please! I'm begging you to let me go." Why hadn't she put on a bra that morning? Why hadn't she put on a girdle and chastity belt for that matter.
"Howell… Ohh God, what do you think you're doing?"
He staggered away from her suddenly, turning as he shoved his cock in his pants. Then he gave her the strangest look.
"I don't know," he said, mumbling the words. "I don't really know." Then he was gone. Abby caught her breath finally and tried to finish her pinball game, but her concentration was shot to hell. She went behind the bar herself and got out a bottle of scotch. She poured herself two inches in a glass and almost choked getting it down, but it helped the minute it got to her stomach.