<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>I try to pout as he rebukes me, but his kisses on my jaw and neck send a thrilling tingle through my body that erases any attempt at seriousness. His question, though playful I assume, floats through my mind as he caresses me, claiming my body again, making sure I know I'm his and his alone. What if mom HAD walked in just now...? I find the thought isn't terrifying...strangely enough...<br/><br/>I moan softly, tilting my head to give him access to my long, creamy, soft neck, gasping softly as he nips at the tender flesh, marking me gently. I belong to him. Then suddenly I'm cold and alone. He's pulled away, taunting me cruelly as he unlocks the laptop and steps away further. I look up at him with need in my eyes and groan softly, the ache between my legs already pounding away again. I pout again and turn back to the computer, bringing up his blog in trepidation. What do I write!? Slowly my fingers begin pecking at the keys as I stammer and stumble, searching for some way to start and something to write about.<br/><br/><em>Well...This is Chanel. I have been ordered by my brother to guest write on his blog, despite the fact that I don't know how. I asked him to tell me how and he hasn't. He knows I need to be told what to do. He knows that very well. And he loves it. He has told me to do many, many things...and I do all of them. He owns me entirely...mind, body, soul...I belong to him in every way. He is my twin, my brother, my Master, my Owner, my God. <br/><br/>He knows every inch of my body as intimately as any God who could have created me...perhaps even more...He knows just how to please and how to punish. How to make my world explode in pleasure, or crumble with disappointment when I fail. His hands on my body instantly stir me into a frenzy of need and desire. His lips, claiming me, his teeth, marking me, and his cock....oohhh his cock....<br/><br/>Deep inside me...stretching me tight, stroking me, teasing me, torturing me, pleasing me, and filling me with his seed, owning me completely. I carry him inside me, deep, deep inside me, every day. I love him. I have loved him always, and I will always love him.</em><br/><br/>I sit back from the computer, surprised by how much I actually ended up writing without even thinking about it. I look up at him questioningly.<br/><br/><strong>"So...How is it...?"</strong>I ask nervously. I want him to be pleased with me. I want him to be happy with me.