The brother's thick, straight cock tents his shorts, drawing Michelle's gaze like a moth to a flame. She licks her lips, her pussy pulsing with need. They're alone, their parents out, and she can't resist the urge to touch him, to feel his cock in her hand, to imagine it inside her. She guides him to the couch, pushing him down, straddling him. He's hesitant at first, but her wet pussy rubbing against his cock soon has him groaning, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. She rides him slowly, their eyes locked, their bodies joined in a dance as old as time.