." Keith called.Nicholas came out the shadows of the back of the locker room."Damn, you talk too much for a dude who has a pee fetish," Nicholas said....I wanted to ask you something, bro. Your sister..." Ken said, with Nicholas' expression changing. Nicholas was always the "protective" brother. "Relax. I was about to say she's really pretty. She has some nice skin. Pretty eyes. Nice lips." What?" What he's trying to say is Nicole's got some DSL's on her. Her lip gloss is poppin'! Nice thick. She sat on the floor, still between my legs holding my now soft dick, she looked up at me and said “I just did what I wanted and hoped you liked it, from now on if your tired I will give you a blow job or if you want you can have a Quickie”“What is a Quickie ?” I asked“You are young” She went on “If you say you want a Quickie I will go into the bedroom and lay on my back nude with my legs spread. Then you come into the bedroom undress put some lube on you penis and clime between my legs. There. Never in my life had I felt so powerless. The pungent smell of his sweat was overpowering. For some reason the aroma was oddly pleasant. Eventually I managed a single word-- "Please." I said it again but it wasn't enough. He made me spell it, "P-l-e-a-s-e." Afterward, I was on all fours gasping as he stood over me. I managed to seat myself on a large rock. He said, "You're ashamed, I can tell. Ashamed 'cause I can whup you so easy."I did not respond. I noticed something odd about his. I guess I’m just disappointed with the way I look. Most people who lose their eyes can have prosthetics. I probably can’t. The woman who removed my eyes cut off the eye muscles clear at the back of my sockets. In a civilized country, they would have left enough muscle to fasten onto an insert so prosthetic eyes would track. Now I’m stuck with these huge empty holes. She was right. Where her eyes were, there were only open holes, her eyelids collapsed inwards into them. Occasionally, the lids.