. But he can’t have you, tonight you are mine." His warm breath and manly tone sent shivers down her spine, making her squirm in her seat. John knew... she was his and she could not refuse him anything he desired. Sarah turned to him, smiled and pressed her lips to him. John was ready for this moment, his every nerve ending on fire. His hand deftly slipped into her hair, grabbing the back of her head and pulled her firmly to him as his tongue slid into her mouth. Sarah was caught by surprise for a. There is no way he could have not noticed my erect nipples, the moisture clinging to my mound. Perhaps all of his female clients react this way to a nude massage? But again, I think about his lips on my nipples….does he do that to everyone? Now fully dressed I ponder what to say to him as I leave the massage room. We generally chat for a few minutes before I leave, usually he asks me questions about my work day. But today I decide that I need to direct the conversation. I must make some comment. My brother loves me too, which is natural enough; but I do not know if is it just the deep love a brother has for his only sister, or I am in his sexual fantasies. I do not know how it started. I always loved my only brother as any sister would. In my eighteenth year he became the object of my sexual fantasies. I think of him and him alone while masturbating which I seem to be doing very often these days. My brother is just one and half years younger than me. Since our childhood we are sharing. ” I immediately responded, “I hope you don’t mind me telling you. I have never been so excited. I am hard as a rock and I am imaging you with a vibrator.” Then the phone rang and I almost lost my erection. I picked it up and it was Alison with her deep southern drawl! “Hi. I hope you don’t mind me calling, I know Broomhilda isn’t home. I can see your garage and only your car.” “I don’t mind at all. Truthfully I was getting pretty hot and bothered trading email.” She paused and whispered, “I was.