I didn’t wear my underwear, so that burden was lifted away with my pajama pant. I was so nervous, never in my life have I imagined such a scene occu... to me, especially not by my brothers hands and to his enjoyment. My heart was beating like a drum, confused and aroused as I was, I couldn’t help but be a little scared. What was he going to do? Was he going to do what dad does to mom? I buried my head a little further into the pillow as I waited for my brother’s next move. “Nice.” He said. “Cute,. More cum. Sucking and tasting a man. Licking a man. Maybe kissing a man. Maybe a long soft warm tender kiss. I arose from bed and showered, cleaning myself and shaving my genital area. As I stared at myself in the mirror I realized that it was time for something more. The hair on my chest and legs had to go. It would not do if I was to be a true slut. I true sissy. If I was going to be the womanwhore that I desired to be. So I slowly and methodically shaved the hair from my body. Close. I was. I tried to place my right hand on his shoulder to halt his progress so I could get used to him, but he put me in an armbar and kicked my feet out, forcing me onto my knees and shoulders. The position further established his dominance over me. He filled my ass with a few more inches of his thick, black cock. Sarah's hands returned to my ass, pulling my ass apart to view his black cock disappearing into my ass, and closing my cheeks to press up against his thick meat, repeating the move several. With the other hand he expertly wound what appeared to be piano wire around them, eventually fashioning some kind of sailor’s knot.“Let me up!” the girl screamed. “Let me up! You can’t do this!”“Where did you learn to do that, Mark?” I asked.“This?” he asked, indicating the knot. “I picked that up from years of killing. I use fishing line used for sharks. It’s strong as hell. Also it’s painful, and I like that.”Satisfied with his handiwork, he flipped her onto her back.“Oh God, don’t kill me!”.