He wasn’t wearing underwear.“Oh!“ she yipped. But that’s all she could force out. Her vocal cords were frozen at what she saw. Her brother’s... penis had been long and hard and pink, except for the big round tip.When she looked at her Uncle’s, the word “prick“ flashed into her mind. There was no better word. It was longer than Boo’s, and while her brother’s was more or less straight, her Uncle’s curved up. Boo’s foreskin had been pulled way back when she saw his, but the hood was almost covering. He always wore basketball shorts to bed, somethinghis parents didn't understand and just brushed it off as a teenagerthing. He grabbed a pair of jeans off his desk chair and quickly putthem on as he hopped across his bedroom to grab a clean shirt from hiscloset.His mom laughed at the sight and told him to be downstairs as soon as hewas finished, in which he just gave a muffled sound in response as hetried to quickly get his shirt on. The last thing he wanted to do was belate to pick up Kaylee,. It was a life he no longer wanted.Victor came in after him and stood just behind him. Paul could see hisreflection in the mirror. A glowing beauty shone from his face under thelong blonde hair that fell over one eye, tumbling down to the thicksilver fox fur collar that framed it. The coat was still open and hiserection- which seemed to him now deliciously permanent- was pointingforwards between the folds of fur as they tumbled down to the patentstiletto heels on his feet. Behind him, his. Within three days of our arrival, I was hired to head up another music program, and, as fate would have it, there was also a position opening up with the same church that I thought my friends would be suited to fill. As we talked it over with them, they seemed excited about it and came to interview for the position. Long story short, they accepted and we invited them to come live with us until they were able to get settled into their own new living arrangements. We were all excited, but I was.