Not only did I tell him but I showed him as well and that just fulled his fire to say the least. He never let on though I never knew how upset I made... him or how bad he wanted me. I called him one night and told him that me and broken had just got done having sex and that I did not feel satisfied as I usually do and that I could not even cum. I tried but for some reason something was holding me back. He grew quiet and said absolutely nothing for a long moment at first I thought that we had. Two&hellip, I continued as I could just barely make out that he was mouthing out the word WOW as he looked in. Three&hellip, I could feel the electricity surging up through my body from my little pussy as the knowledge of my brother staring at my privates almost got the better of me. Four&hellip, My heart was fluttering in my chest as I watched my brother lick his lips while he looked at me. I never fully realized until this very moment that I had such power over him. Five! and I dropped the. I hated my father, who disowned me when he learned I was, in his words, "a cocksucking faggot and no son of his." My dream was to turn him one day, my dream conversion, but he died of a heart attack at 48. At the funeral, I decided to do the next best thing, and turn his best friend. One day, I do hope to turn my grandfather who is also a homophobic prick. (Okay, I do have some issues)DudeI need your cock now. My mouth or ass are available for you to choose. I must have you tonight. My wife has. The cock on the left was a perfect replica to the cock on the right. And they didn't flinch when I drew them both together so I could suck real nice on them. Looking up I see them together, arm around each other's shoulder, skin to skin, grinning like satyrs, loving their blowjobs. First step is my pleasure. One sits on my chest to rub his thick circumcised joystick around my face while I experience the dreamy softness of a tongue lapping at the gate to paradise. I take my time to study a hard.