" Off she went to her bedroom while I waited, idly playing with myself through my slacks. I could the rustling of clothing, zippers, and finally she e...merged. A black bra, the black leather mini skirt, black thigh highs, and boots. She came in the room and stood in the middle, turning around with her hands on her hips and posing her legs. I think she really liked the boots, too. She motioned for me to join her, and as I reached her she opened my zipper and removed my aching hard-on from my. Don’s an accomplished dancer and he taught me many steps. I love the feeling of being held close against him. He always smells so good. Every time we danced I pushed my small breasts against him hoping he would realize how I’m developing. If he noticed he didn’t let on. The day was wonderful, not because of the wedding but because I was the center of my uncle Don’s attention. He made sure I enjoyed the day. He even drove me home after the wedding. My parents helped to pack the gifts for the. I could almost see tears in his eyes. My brother must have been in so much pain. Strangely, when we were in the back seat of the Mercedes as it drove back home, Sherwin went on and on to my mom about how the needle didn't hurt."Didn't hurt a bit," said Sherwin. "I'm a man. I can take it... unlike some people." He turned his head in my direction.Instead of screaming at Sherwin for being such a fake, Mom praised him endlessly."Keith, why can't you be more like your brother Sherwin?" she'd say.. I started topanic. "Guys! Is that you?" Nothing. I strained to hear any sound. Itwisted my head as far as I could from side to side but I couldn't seeanything. My heart was pounding against my chest. I struggled in thechair, my wrists and ankles bruising against the restraints. I felt acold breeze against the back of my neck and more sounds from behind me.Shadows began to form on the walls. Samantha and Bob were coming back,at least I hoped it was them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw.