<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51%2Bt97SpO3L.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Julian<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Son<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Front Door / Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>With some pride at his 'tented trousers', he stood mostly tall.<br/>Julian nodded, and nodded. He was being amiable to her struggle. "I should've picked you up, yes. I'm sorry." He rolled his eyes, did a little hand gesture. He was being patronizing as always like they did when they were kids. His ears perked at her need for pamper. "Yeah, course. We'll get you in and pampered."<br/>Julian slapped the back of the cab, and picked up the two bags. "Little miss Model. Hope your babies are doing okay." He said, carrying her bags behind her - following her swaying ass to her room. No wonder she was a model. Tight and fine, it makes him feel a little insane if he thinks about it. Makes him want more.<br/><br/>They made the way to sweet Alana's bedroom - which looked like she never left. Julian set the luggage down by the door, not bothering to close the door behind Alana. With a gulp he looks back at his beautifully dressed sister, and considers more. At this point she seems him staring at her. "What do you need? I missed you." He offers, outhandedly. Clearly, he wants to empty a load in her from him undressing her with his eyes - finally, for the first time with a woman in years.<br/>