Name: Sherie Ambrose<br/>Time: 4:53<br/>Location: Sherie's Bedroom<br/>Target: Eric<br/><br/>Sherie watched as Eric walked towards her and she shook her head slightly, sending her hair back over her shoulders.  She didn't take her eyes from his as his hand moved up her thigh, and when he picked her up she wrapped her legs around him, squeezing slightly to hold on.  She draped her arms over his shoulders, and then let them fall back and rest over her head as he placed her in the middle of her bed.  She turned her head to the side as Eric began kissing her neck, certain that he could feel her quickened pulse with his lips.  Her eyes drifted almost closed and she slowly became lost in herself.  Her breath came heavy and erratic.  Her breasts heaved with each audible breath she took as her nipples began to harden and stand, poking slightly through her shirt, as each of her breasts longed for her brother's attention.  She groaned as his hands wrapped around the firm flesh, pulling and squeezing.<br/><br/>"I bet you'd enjoy being watched," he'd said and Sherie looked at him.  She didn't reply, but it was true that Sherie loved attention and cameras.  Would she ever actually film herself having sex, though?  She didn't think that even a middle child could pull something like that off without massive backlash.  No, she didn't need that fame, and not yet, anyway.<br/><br/>"I enjoy the faces you make and I'm sure they would as well."  He was smiling at her, so she smiled back.<br/><br/>"Don't make fun of me," she said, her voice small and meek as she flushed pink with embarrassment.  "I...oh," she said as he began to kiss her on the neck again.  "Never mind," she whispered as her eyes closed again.  After a few more seconds of kisses, he pulled away, saying, "How about you take those off for me."<br/><br/>Sherie smiled and rolled her eyes slightly as she slid off of her bed.  Facing away from Eric, she pulled her shirt up and over her head.  She dropped it to the floor and slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down slowly, revealing a red thong before she bent forward at the waist and pulled her shorts to her knees.  She swung her head, sending her hair over her shoulder as she turned her upper body to the side and bent over, easing the shorts to the floor.  She cut her eyes towards Eric before turning back towards him, completely naked except for her thong.  She was certainly something to behold.  Hard, firm, and tight seemed to describe her body.  She didn't say anything as she lay back on the bed, slid up next to him, and pulled his body into hers, kissing him.  She moved one of her legs over his side, resting it on his hip.<br/><br/>Her body burned and ached with emptiness deep in her most intimate being.  It was something that five minutes ago she didn't even know that she wanted.  She desired nothing more, now, than for that emptiness to be filled.