"Uh, thanks I guess..." I replied. "Dude, I didn't mean that to sound gay." He said. "Well thanks bro." He said."Your welcome." I said.I went back to ...washing my hair, when I dropped the shampoo bottle. With out thinking I bent down and picked it up. I could tell my brother checked me out. I felt a little creeped out, but again I blew it off. When I got back up, I noticed his dick rising. "You excited, bud?" I said jokingly."Uhhh, yeah. And this water is kinda cold." He replied. For some reason. Doris found this difficult to believe, but he was clearly being genuine, even a little melancholic. He claimed not to be able to relate very well to girls his own age, and that he found them immature and superficial. "Have you ever been in love?" she asked with maternalistic softness.Tristan answered that he had -- just once -- and Doris was curious to hear what was doubtless a touching story of the girl who'd stolen his heart for the very first time. She expected it to be a young girl in her. I like you. I look at you when you come over. I've seen you in those damn bathing suits that you wear. The short shorts that you wear. And here I am, looking at you, staring into your damn eyes, a girl that's more than half my age. One of my step-daughter's friends. Saying shit that could probably get me sent to another planet near the moon for being that nasty creepy old dude that flirts with all the teenage girls." I said.Ally looked at me and laughed. And she kept laughing.After the longest. He marches me over to Max and pushes his knee behind my kneecap, forcing me to kneel."Now spread your legs and let him clean you." His voice is firm, allowing no disobedience. It's the same voice he uses at work, and when he was training Max. I had always found it hot, but now that he's using it on me, I can't help the new wetness that's starting to drip from my still aching, throbbing pussy. Max quickly gets up and comes over, laying down to be level with me, and starts licking away again. I.