<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Sexy Family </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><strong><em>"Have a good day, Chanel?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Reese's glance at me when he 'presents' the dinner sends a little thrill through me. The knowledge that I am important to him not only when he wants to use my body is a wonderful feeling. We live in our own little world sometimes, it seems. Where we are the only ones that matter, or even exist. Our connection, our bond, is more than a twin bond, more than a lover's bond. It is a bond forged from both. Each strong individually, but together...stronger than any other.<br/><br/>I can't help the smile as he takes advantage of my spread legs, torturing me in the most delicious way. It makes it hard to concentrate on eating, or the idle conversation of the dinner table. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I focus my attention on taking little bites of my pizza, but I am aching with a very different kind of hunger right now and I can't help the little glances toward my brother as his fingers continue their slow torture.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm awfully hungry...."</strong>I mention softly to him, a twinkle in my eyes. I know he'll understand my true meaning. I suddenly can't wait for dinner to be over.