His lips begin to move to your neck while his hands lower the zipper to your jeans. He lowers your jeans as much as he can while still kissing your ne...ck. His hands move to your ass and begin to slowly and deliberately massage each cheek. I’m openly staring, completely enthralled by your sensuality. Your eyes open and catch me in the act. Your eyes lock onto mine and a deep breath you didn’t even realize you were holding escapes your lips. I’m watching you. And it’s making my cock hard as steel.. . then he remembered the theft last night. He'd stolen some alien tech. It was in his backpack ... wasn't it? Had they not found it? That didn't make any sense unless...The Marines had taken the tech and just left him there. They must have pried off his backpack when he collapsed then, having gotten what they wanted, they'd just left him lying there. The Bruisers might not have even been downtown. Someone might have noticed him and given him up – or, more likely, sold him. He was sure he'd. On the deck. A dizzying maze of water slides stood before us, Wrapping and twisting down into the cold water of the bay. I remember having intense butterflies of excitement that this person might come over. M grabbed me a life vest and said lets race. We each picked a slide and down we went.I shot out of that slide with a swift force pushing me far from M. I couldn't feel the bottom. I asked M how deep it was. M shrugged his shoulders and said maybe 50-100ft. Idk he said. Just try to swim to. It was Alexandra screaming. He quickly got up and flew downstairs, thinking of the worst possible situations that could possibly be occurring less than 20 feet away. By the time he reached his bedroom door, he had already conjured up the idea that Alex was being tied up and kidnapped and would soon be shipped out for human-trafficking. That would be the over-protective mind of an older brother speaking, of course. He finally got downstairs and threw open the sliding glass doors to find his.