Name: Eric Ambrose<br/>Time: Friday, 429 PM<br/>Location: Garage<br/>Target: Sherie, Open.<br/><br/>Eric had heard the roaring engine outside as he had been replacing the air filter on his 1967 Chevy Impala and then the loud music. It was hot and stuffy in the garage and the few minutes it had taken to replace the air filter had left a light sheen of sweat on his muscled chest as he ran a clean hand through his dark hair. He washed the grease and grime off his other hand before closing the hood to his car and wiping the sweat off his brow. He was unaware of the exchange between Sherie and Justin as he made his way out of the garage and up the hidden stairs as he liked to call them heading up to his room. Without a few floors to lessen the music he found the volume to be abrasive to his ears, so Eric turned from his path to his room walked past their parents room, his fellow siblings rooms and on toward Sherries room. The music had gotten louder the closer he got and he knew he was going to have to shout to be heard, Eric didn't like shouting so he didn't bother with as he entered her room, for a brief moment he watched his sister hanging out her window yelling at whomever was out their.<br/><br/>It was nice view she offered in those running shorts her long legs meeting the roundly shaped cheeks of her buttocks, it was far to tempting to pass over as Eric made his way silently across his sisters room. He drew closer and reached out giving her ass a firm squeeze while she was still occupied at her window, it was all so easy for the 21 one year old jock who had long messed with and learned what set his younger siblings off. It was perhaps his constant protectiveness of his sisters that had led to his attraction toward the women of his family, "Sorry to bother you sis but I'd like it if you turned it down just a little please?" he asked her speaking loudly enough to be heard his hand still firmly squeezing her rear.