I walked out to the kitchen, beyond, into the living room where my brother, it would seem, had collapsed in the middle of the living room. Luckily he'...d not hit his head on anything, but he was shaking. He looked up at me. "I need to go to the washroom, I can't stand up."He was disgusting. "You're not driving home." I know."I bent over and tried to pick him, "Come on, you have to help me."With a great lumbering effort he did his best to lift himself up with me under his arms to assist him, I. He was right. Not pee. And not bad. I swirled my tongue around and scraped him delicately with my teeth, proving the pleasure I could deliver elsewhere, even though I’d never done that on a guy. I received a dildo for a prank grad gift, so I could “finally get laid.” Mmm hmm, very funny. I put it to use, but in my mouth only. I wanted the first cock-sized thing to enter my vagina to be cock, not some fake one, but my mouth was another story. I practiced going down. A lot. I even taught myself. ?Hello???Hello, it’s me.??Aunt Rita, how are you???Fine. Do you have any plans over the weekend???Not really. Do you???Could we have one of our sessions if it’s okay with you???Sure. I’d love to. So, would you like to come over to my place???I would have. But my car’s in the workshop, so I can’t.??Oh, that’s not a problem. I’ll come over then. In a couple of hours???Sure, I’ll be at home. Thanks so much! It would have been another horrible weekend with nothing to do.??No problem. I’m sure we’ll. "I grunted, unsure how to respond and decided on silence. She broke it."I bought you some clothes." What?" Top two shelves in your cupboard. I got you a few tops and jeans indifferent sizes. Find out whatever fits and we can take back the others.Underwear too, but you might want a proper bra fitting to make sure..."she kept on, talking in detail about the bits she had picked up for mebut I tuned her out. Bra fitting? An image came to mind of being in astore, tits out and smiling like a fucking.