I’m the Brother who walked into the club with the Chinese chick and got a nasty look from you even as you did the bump and grind with a Hispanic guy.... I’m the bisexual Brother who wants to tell you the truth about myself but I think you would reject me if you know so I keep my secret to myself. I worry about my health and well-being. I practice safe sex. I’m careful. And I haven’t been with a dude ever since you came into my life, with your hot female sensuality and power. I’m still bisexual. Which is my excuse as to how my first blow job was as a giver rather than a receiver. I look back now and don't regret it. The only regret I have is that it took me so long to discover the pleasure.Like most boys fresh into our teens, we roamed around in groups, our aim to find opposing groups of girls and terrorise them until they screamed and ran away. We were easily amused in those days.The quickest and simplest way to achieve our goal was to lift up their skirts, showing their underwear.. Edward smiled at George, "Bella been a good girl," George patted her arse, "Oh yes, I think we can safely say she has an understanding of the situation."Edward let the belt slap gently on to Isobel's open cunt, she squealed, her head shaking wildly, Edward looked at Arabella, "It would seem dear Ma-mar has a sore arse and cunt, now my brother has assured me you have an understanding of the situation, well understand this, I can make her arse and cunt so much worse or you could make them so much. I felt his engorged penis pulsing inside me as he pushed all the way in, again hitting that sensitive place. I felt him shudder, his body suddenly relaxing. A warmth flooded my vagina, and suddenly the fog in my mind broke, and I knew what had happened but I was struggling to stay conscious. ‘Did you….’ ‘Yeah…’ he answered, smiling as he groped my flushed body, still holding himself inside me. ‘Sorry about that….guess I got a little caught up. You do that to guys, you know.’ .