." The angst in Jeanne's voice was unmistakeable. Not feeling at all sympathetic about her anxiety, I said, "Jeanne, why don't you tell me about your ...evening. Did Jack Mahler fuck you tonight?" "Michael, that's not fair." "Why Jeanne? Why isn't it fair?" "Because...I don't know. Oh Michael, this is all so confusing. I'm terrified I'm loosing you." "Jeanne, tonight you entertained a man in our house. A man you stated you find both sexually and intellectually attractive. You asked me to trust. I bobbed up and down on his cock with my mouth and hand for a couple minutes. Then he stood and grabbed my head with both hands and began to fuck my face. While caressing his balls I knew that he was about to deliver my reward into my mouth. I continued to hold his cock in my mouth as it softened. That was when I felt something touch my cheek. Another cock was ready to be sucked. This was beginning to be my lucky day. I let the first cock slide from my mouth and turned immediately to the new. Clearlyyou have fucked her at least once since I last cleaned her out.You take a strip of bacon and dip it into her cunt. You slide itup her slit and when you pull it out, it is covered with thickwhite cum. You then tell me to eat it. I begin to cry again.This time not just one tear, but a flood escapes me. You takethe belt of the dresser and say you will not repeat yourselfagain. You remind me to keep wanking your stiff prick. Then youpush the bacon strip to my lips. I open my mouth and slowly. I decided it was time to share.Jack settled for that, so we thundered up the stairs and went down the hall to the room my brothers shared. This wasn't strictly true. They were twenty and twenty-two that year. It was their room only because they'd shared it before they had gone off to college, each in his turn. All their stuff was still there. They slept there when they were home, but they didn't live there any more. Just after they left that spring I had discovered some nudist magazines under.