<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/3a/43/5c3a43e1dd1915443434c303ed3cb5f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Landry<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee  - Maid<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 12:00 pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nothing (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/49/cc/f9/49ccf941c62f427680ceb19481de6a71.jpg) (Warning: Image is very NSFW!)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen Landry<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Nudity, grooming, incest fantasies, and masturbation<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh...that sounds good!  Order me the same thing!  And pasta with cheese of some sort!!"  She called back out of the bathroom before closing the doors and shutting off all communication for the time being.  Once she was alone, she carried her toiletries over to put some in the shower on the shelf, and some by the sink with her clean change of clothing.  Granted, 'clothing' was a bit of a stretch, since it was basically a white dress shirt she'd kept from an ex-boyfriend and a black thong, which constituted her idea of comfortable lounging around clothes.  The shirt came tom mid-thigh and covered everything, and it was a size too big, so it was almost comfortable enough to sleep in.  She wasn't terribly keen on clothing anyhow, and was irked that the presence of her brother in her room would prevent her from indulging in nudity while she relaxed and slept.<br/><br/>Leaving her things on the counter, she returned to the shower, enjoying the warm, tropical air on her bare skin and shivering a bit as her nipples hardened from the shear delight in being naked.  She leaned in to turn on the water, cranking it up as hot as it would go and climbing in, taking a deep, contented breath of the steamy air.  Her head dropped back as she stood beneath the spray, feeling the water wash the sand and salt from her skin, leaving her deliciously exfoliated.  A murmur of delight parted her lips and her hands rose to cup her full breasts, lifting them to let the hot spray tease her nipples and send subtle pulses through her body to her lower abdomen.  Grinning to herself, she released her flesh and leaned to grab her vanilla & lavender body wash to pour on her white shower pouf.  Her free hand reached to turn on the stereo in the shower, pleased to see it, tuning into a Top 40's station for catchy, bubble-gum tunes that she could sing along to.<br/><br/>Lathering herself she sang along to Bruno Mars, Maroon 5, Lady Gaga and a lot of other artists she didn't know the names of.  It was all about being able to dance and sing to the music, she didn't care who was singing.  She had a decent enough voice, good enough for karaoke but not much else, but she made up for talent with volume.  Many of her lovers had been forced to cover her mouth to desperately try and quiet her during sex, for fear of pissing off the neighbors.  That was okay, she liked it...a lot.  The ball-gags and scarf gags were even better.  Her mind wandered as she ran the loofah over her skin, scrubbing her arms, breasts, back, ass and legs, before letting her soapy hand stray between her legs.  A shudder went through her as she dropped the pouf and let her fingers spread the lather through her neatly-trimmed thatch, a gasp interrupting the most recent pop number.<br/><br/>Licking her lips, she lowered herself to the floor of the large shower, sitting on the tiles beneath the hot spray and spreading her legs out in front of her.  One hand reached up to grasp her breast, fingers tightening around the slick flesh as her other fingers dipped between her pouting lips to tease along her warm cleft.  A groan caught briefly in her throat before breaking free and escaping through her lips as her fingertips grazed across the top of her taut clit, causing her walls to clench in need.  Her eyes fell half-shut, but remained focused on the hand between her splayed thighs, watching eagerly as she strummed her clit once more and pulled a whimper from her own throat.  God, she wanted to get fucked.  Her thoughts strayed briefly to her brother, sitting only a few feet from where she was, and she sucked in a sharp breath.  It wasn't as if she'd never fantasized about it before.  It was one of her naughtiest fantasies, actually, and one she only indulged in every so often, for fear of letting it become an unhealthy obsession.  Her body responded strongly to the thought of Stephen so close by, and she shifted her fingers to lightly pinch her clit with a purr.  Well...why the fuck not?<br/><br/>She let her mind free of constraints and leaned back against the wall, hands clenching and writhing against her skin with expert skill, knowing just how to tease forth the strongest climax.  She imagined him catching her, hearing her and coming in...only to end up joining her.  Daringly, she allowed her voice to rise as her fingers plucked and twisted her nipples to the point of pain, which mingled deliriously with the scorching pleasure that flooded her as three of her fingers pumped relentlessly in and out.  Her hips rose and fell to meet the curling thrusts of her fingers, the tips raking across her g-spot each time they pulled free of her gripping walls.  Her cries rose above the sound of the shower hitting the tiled floor and wall, her eyes closed as she delved deeper into her fantasy of having her brother's face buried between her legs and his cock driving into her throat.<br/><br/>Finally, she let loose a guttural groan as an uncontrollable shudder wracked her body and her greedy pussy clenched tight around her fingers, as if trying to hold them in.  Panting and twitching involuntarily, she withdrew her hand and brought it to her lips, licking the taste of herself...and her soap, from the first three digits, a grimace touching her lips.  "Bleh...soap."  She huffed and rinsed the rest off her hand with a sigh and gazed up at the shower head, realizing she was stuck for the moment, until she felt steady enough to stand, at least.