As if she didn't have a will of her own, she awkwardly moved so that she was close to the end of the bed, her ass high, her face and shoulders resting... on the bed. Her bound hands made it difficult but her brother was pleased with the position she had placed herself in.When he switched the radio on and turned it up loud, she grew even more apprehensive. Music blared throughout the room. She knew he didn't have it on because he wanted to listen to music at a time like this. He had it on to lessen. We didn't speak for a while. I could hear the partying going on outside. Then I heard voices.Hillary came into the kitchen, and was shocked. "Oh, hey. Um ... I'm just getting another bottle of soda."I nodded."Hi Luke," she said as she passed him."Hey," he muttered as he ate another crisscross.We waited. She hurried.I could feel myself getting more and more upset as I ate and broke the pretzels. My eyes started itching, and I kept sniffling. My eyes started tearing. I knew what it was, I was. So I want to encouragethat behavior. Please kneel down and I will give you a nice treat."My heart began to race when he finished. Before I had become overwhelmedwith guilt, humiliation, and sadness at hearing his description of mylost manhood. I had hidden those thoughts under all my new experiences.Having them laid bare in such brutally honest terms made me realize Iwould likely never be a man again, would probably never have regularintercourse with my wife, and may eventually even lose my. I started to get wet. She unsnapped her bra. Her breasts swayed wonderfully as she freed them. My panties were drenched.She sat at her dressing table combing her hair. Then face cream. She stood up. Then, she put her her hands inside the sides of her pants, her palms flat on her thighs. With her thumbs over the elastic waistband. she pushed them to her feet. It was just so erotic. And that lovely bush.She lay on the bed, her feet towards me, and grabbed a book and started to read. after a.