She’s done her big speech and all the usual creeps told her how good she is. She knows what they’re like so she takes no notice.” “She’s doi...g well, really well. It’s a bit annoying really. Stand up.” I stood. She remained sitting. “Why annoying?” She grinned. “Because there’s no way I could make a challenge while she’s doing so well.” Sipping her scotch she indicated with her hand that I should turn around so I did. I wanted her to be in charge. Truth to tell, I wanted her to be rough with me,. Tears burned my eyes. I didn't want to be punished, but... I loved my family. I loved my little brother. I loved being a part of his harem. The shivers grew worse. Tears fell down my cheeks.“Well?” he asked, his voice dropping. I could hear...pain in it. He didn't want to kick me out. But... He had to be strong. He had to be in charge. And I did lie to the family. Dad would have bent me over his lap and spanked me for that.And now Clint was the man of the house. I had to respect that. I made a. The barn had been cleaned out for the party, the cows that usually occupied it taken elsewhere. The rough hewn wooden floor had been shoveled and swept clean before being covered with a thin layer of fresh straw. A line of mismatched tables, holding snacks, a stereo and several coolers, occupied the end of the single large room opposite the doors. The rest of the place, including the hayloft, was filled with dancing, talking, drinking teenagers.Conversation came to an abrupt halt as Ann and. At least 8 inches or more maybe. I ran my fingertips across his bulge and pulled his boxers down.I was beyond wrong. He was at least 10 and a half inches. I made eye contact with him, trying not to stare at it and look like a complete idiot. I’m pretty sure I was too late though. He smiled down at me and winked. I started rubbing it with my hands first, and then lowered my head. I stuck my tongue out and flicked teasingly at the head.He threw his head back but didn’t quite moan. Then my tongue.