<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><br/><strong><em>"You remembered..."</em></strong><br/><br/>I smile,<strong>"Of course I remembered. How could I forget something as....enticing as that...?"</strong>In fact, the idea of making amateur porn with my twin brother made me instantly wet and achy as soon as I thought about it. It excites me to no end, the idea of having virtually public sex with my brother. The fact that unknown people would be watching him fuck me and pleasure me like only he can. That they would see him claim me, own me, mark me, and his seed leaking from my stretched pussy, finalizing the act. It was already making my fresh panties uncomfortably wet and my pussy was aching.<br/><br/><strong><em>"You remember that masquerade ball Mom and Andi took us to? I still have the masks and since you've whetted our audience's appetite in the most atrocious way, I thought we'd give them a proper treat sometime soon...</em></strong><br/><br/>I grin wickedly at him, nodding eagerly as I stroke my fingers more quickly and eagerly over his chest.<strong>"Very soon.....please?"</strong>I beg softly, biting my lip sensuously and looking up at him still hovering over me. Then I hear my mother's voice and I sigh, groaning softly when Reese stops what he's doing and says things will have to wait because of dinner. Dinner is the LAST thing on my mind at this moment. Once again he takes the lead and says pizza is fine. I'm used to that. I'm perfectly fine with it.<br/><br/>I stand slowly, almost reluctantly, though I wrap my arms around his waist and lift my face to nibble lightly on his neck, licking and sucking.<strong>"What about tonight....? After dinner....? Please....? I need you, Reese...."</strong>I press my hips against him, yearning to feel him inside me again. Then I sigh resignedly and move away, turning to leave and go downstairs before mom gets mad...or curious....<br/><br/>I pad downstairs in bare feet and head into the living room, flopping down onto a white leather couch to wait for everyone else. I'm a little frustrated because mom seems to be in the shower, which means Reese and I could probably have had a little extra time to satisfy this aching need. But she'll probably be done soon enough and Andi is probably going to be home any minute too. Later.....I can wait.....I think....