Name: Eric Ambrose<br/>Time: 4:42-4:46<br/>Location: Sherie's Bedroom<br/>Target: Sherie, Annabelle and Taylor<br/><br/>Eric chuckled lightly as his sister Sherie jumped when he grabbed her ass instead of pulling away she instead turned reeling him in like a fish on a line. All the women in his life were beautiful even Annabelle he had a very soft spot for his youngest sister, he smiled back at Sherie as her body was pressed close to his own, she was allot like mom but she had her own ways and her own curves to explore. He brought his other hand to her waist as his smile grew wider as she spoke about him and Justin ruining her routine, "Well Justin's always been a little annoying." he said still having to speak over the music. His other hand ran up her side his fingers dancing along her bare skin as it came up to run along the side of her breast, he had no qualms about teasing his sisters Annabelle was a exception as he had paid attention to what was said around the house. The hand still on Sherie's rear released it's grip as it pulled her closer, he began to lean forward and was about to lay some teasing kisses on her neck when he heard a voice from behind them and he turned noticing Annabelle watching them and their mom coming up the stairs. He moved away from Sherie not in a sudden motion but in a casual easiness that he had developed over time.<br/><br/>He didn't say anything as Annabelle and their Mother walked off toward the master bedroom, their mother was as beautiful as her daughters she had always been a rock for them when he had come home with busted lip and bruised cheek from his first fight she had made him feel better. She was a amazing woman and beautiful it was no wonder he felt the way he did for her as he did for all the girls, he had a protective streak for them to especially Annabelle though he found it hard to resist her. Once Annabelle and their Mom were closed off in the Master Bedroom he turned back toward Sherie, "We almost had an audience." he said as he smiled at her standing their looking at her and waiting for her to say something before he resumed his intentions.