"Feel." She took the Brunette's hand and rubbed the back of it against the knitted fabric over her breast. "Just came in," the Redhead explained to th...e Printer, and smiled her bright, red-mouthed, white-teeth smile. "Softer than cashmere."The Redhead always flirted. The Brunette never did, though she often unknowingly set up the Redhead's double-entendres. "This is very nicely done," the Brunette might say about a printing job. "I'd like to be very nicely done," the Redhead might reply with a. This time, I perused my bi and pegging videos, hoping that Maria had something like this in mind. 40 minutes later, I heard a key in the door. This time, I didn't cover up, as I thought it would be the maid again. Suddenly, a man walked in, followed by Maria. I quickly threw the sheet over me. The man was older (mid 60's) and dressed in a guyabara shirt and nice khaki slacks. He walked toward me as the maid closed and locked the door. The man said something in Spanish, and stood by my. She came back around the corner and gave me a quick kiss goodnight and went off to bed as I flipped the TV over to catch up on the evening’s sports news. When I got back to the bathroom about 20 minutes later (she only has one) I looked for something for a headache that I felt coming on, but did not see anything in her medicine cabinet. “She is probably just like her Mom, keeping all of that type of stuff next to her bed.” I thought. I brushed my teeth and headed for bed but within minutes of. ”“Say it like you mean it.” She sneers. “I’m my brother’s anal slut!” I scream, “Now eat my fucking pussy, you bitch!” Eleanor laughs and dismounts my back. She grasps my shirt as I whip upward, and my top is pulled off in a single swipe. I press my naked back against my brother’s heaving chest and look up at him with lust etched across my face. He looks back at me with a possessive desire that bores into my soul. He wants me so bad, and I want him too. I want the kind of fire he and Eleanor to.