I prayed that for a longtime.Maybe he won't realize what it is. Mom didn't really wear any so heprobably hasn't seen it before."Alex! Get down here!" ... heard him yell.This is it. I'm dead.I slowly walked downstairs, dragging my feet with every step. "Yes?" Isaid meekly when I hit the last step. Dad walked over and stopped rightin front of me. He was glaring at me right in the eye and I becameabsolutely terrified."Where the hell is my dinner?" he asked, shoving me a little. A sigh ofrelief. That’s what i could think at that time. Slowly he put his hand on my waist and slowly kissed me . We kissed for a long time and he still kept playing with my breasts. I was at times looking at how he was pressing them. I felt so much loved , so sweet and so secure in my brothers arms. I just feel back on his chest and allowed him to fully cup and press my breast. I must confess that i wanted my brother to make love to me. I needed him right now , his love had taken me to that level that now. Wipe it over my lips. Kiss me hard and deep and spit in my mouth before ramming my throat once more. Let me feel your hands grasp my neck as my saliva drips slowly from my chin….your balls slamming against my face. Your throbbing cock teasing my mouth, my lips swollen and red. Make me take it again and again slide it in. all the way. Give it to me raw. Look in pleasure as the red rings of my lipstick adorn your cock. Fuck my face and never cease until your balls tighten and you tell me you are. I had written about 5 pages and decided to take a break and go outside. My desk in the office was in the workshop, and downstairs away from the main offices. Usually everyone goes home and would forget I was there, so it wasn’t unusual to find myself alone in the office. I went out the back door, and was outside for about 10 minutes, on the way back I stopped in the kitchen and made myself a coffee and then went to the toilet. My cock was getting hard in my pants at the things I was writing,.