Behind Closed Doors
light-headed and with an aching pussy. She certainly didn't.
    Ramona watched for roughly ten minutes, until Darrien pulled himself out of the lake and began making his way back to the cabin. Ramona's eyes examined every inch of his beautiful body, glistening as the water ran down him, taking special note of the noticeable bulge in his trunks. She knew exactly what that bulge meant. Pulling her bikini bottom off, she stood in front of the floor length mirror eyeing her naked body in the reflection.
    Turning so she could look at her rear in the mirror, she decided that Darrien had been full of shit. Her ass was the same size as it had always been.
    She stopped and frowned at her reflection. Heat began to pulsate between her legs, thinking of the things she wanted to do to him over the next several days. However, it occurred to her that it was her brother that she was getting excited about fucking, although not exactly biological, but still...
    Ramona exhaled loudly. Who would they be hurting by having a little fun, really? No one would ever have to know - except the two of them - and she wasn't about to tell anyone. It's not like they would ever have a relationship. She was the queen of the one night stands - and damned proud of it - so all this was going to be was a week long one night stand.
    That you'll be seeing at every family gathering for the rest of your life , her conscience argued with her.
    "Already opened Pandora's Box, might as well enjoy the ride," she murmured.
    "You say something Ramona," Darrien asked coming into the bedroom. He was wearing a white towel tied low on his hips. His chest was hairless, however, a thin trail of hair began just slightly above the towel and dipped beneath, it seemed to beg her to remove the towel and explore the package beneath the terry cloth covering.
    Smiling meekly, she shook her head.
    Darrien flashed a friendly smile at her and nodded. "Good, because I think we need to discuss what just happened."
    "Oh?" she attempted to appear nonchalant about it. She made her way to the bed and laid back on it, propping herself up with her elbows behind her. Chewing on her lower lip, she swayed her knees slowly back and forth in front of him.
    Ramona took satisfaction in the look on his face as he watched her long, toned legs moving back and forth, enticing him. His gaze travelled to her breasts; breasts that appeared to be begging for him to touch them.
    Darrien's face turned dark, and hungry. His cock sprang to life under the towel. He tugged at the tie and it fell to the floor in a puddle at his feet.
    Good. Uncomfortable talk avoided , she thought smugly.
    "I think we should talk first," he said, but made his way over to the bed anyhow.
    She sighed loudly and let her head fall back as if to display to him how exhausting he could be. She snapped her head back up and locked gazes with him as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her knees. "I don't want to talk. I want to fuck."
    He chuckled. "You're way too spoiled, Ramona."
    Grinning, she sat up and grasped his cock in her hand, giving it several fast and hard strokes. He closed his eyes and groaned. Leaning forward, she kissed his chest, letting her lips make their way down to the trail of hair that had been peeping at her from under the towel.
    Just as she was about to taste the cream that had begun to seep from the slit on the head of his cock, he placed his hand on hers stopping her from stroking him. Ramona looked up at him with questioning eyes.
    "Come here," he ordered, as he backed himself off the bed to stand at the edge.
    "Ummm, alright." She crawled over to him, eager to see what he had in mind for her.
    "I want you taking it all in," he told her motioning with his finger for her to flip around on her back. She wasn't used to a man dictating to her on how to blow him, but his take control attitude was turning her on, almost as much as the sight of his dripping cock. At that point she'd do about anything he wanted as long as

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