"No, this is absolutely ridiculous." She took a healthy slug of scotch. "Howell was just fooling around. He is my brother. I am his sister. It's absolutely ridiculous to lose sleep over something like…"

The movement on her balcony made her start. Or had it been anything but the wind wafting the curtains? She stared until her eyes burned but heard nothing. She was getting too jumpy. She felt the scotch working on her now, and it felt good. She put the glass on the table and lay back. Her gown was tangled up across her thighs. With just a little effort she could lift it higher so she could get a finger into her body. But hadn't she decided to go hunt up something bigger to penetrate her cunt with? Mmmmm, the scotch did feel good.

There! She had heard something. And then the shadow of a male figure filled the balcony for a second as whoever it was entered her bedroom. Abby opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Then she smelled the beer and the sweaty musk of a man without a shirt. She knew who it was. And as Howell's mouth closed over hers and a hand pushed her gown up, she could only gasp under the weight.

"I want you, Abby!" he breathed, tugging at his jeans now. She was still too shocked for words, digging her heels into the mattress as she tried to squirm away.

"Nooo… Ohh God Howell, you've got to be crazy coming in here like this…" But his hand had brushed her cuntlips open. They were already swollen and damp with her hot juice. As his finger teased her clit from its little hood, her ass squirmed circles against the sheet. "Nuhhhhh… Nuhhhnnoo," she grunted, trying to fight the sharp pleasure that shot through her belly and thighs.