"I don't think I really wanted this," she said, putting own her bottle. "Guess I'll go up to bed."

Mona was halfway through the darkened living room when Robby caught her from behind. His hands went around her waist, but it was a brotherly hug, nothing more.

"I just wanted to thank you for letting me move in for while," he said, kissing her cheek. "My studies can a lot to me right now. What I mean is… I'm gonna pay you back some."

"Rob you know I don't want anything! It's nice to have you here." Mona could hardly get her breath. She let her hands touch her brother's waist. He was slender, so strong. Her skin burned with an unexplained thrill. She hugged him close to her, felt her large breasts giving softly as their bodies pressed together. The lips of her pussy were feverish, damp. What was happening? What was going on.

"Ohhhh…" She separated from him. "I've got to go to bed… I'm bushed." For a moment their eyes met but it was too dark for her to see Robby's expression. Mona hurried through the house and up the stairs. She closed her bedroom door behind her and leaned against it, panting.

"My brother. My very own brother…!" She let a hand fall to her side and lifted up her gown. As she dragged a finger across the puffy, warm lips between her thighs the tingle burst through her like a field of ripe flowers. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. And before she realized, she was crying quietly as her finger searched her slippery crevice.

"What's happening to me? What in God's name is happening?" But she couldn't get Robby's face out of her thoughts. She tried to think of Merle. She tried to imagine his cock sliding in and out of her body. But her brother's body seemed to take over her mind. His hairless chest, tan from summer play, his flat tummy. Soft but firm. His fingers knew how nice it was to touch.