After that, the years went by and I went through my puberty and my body filled with hormones that drove us apart, my mother was convince I was sexuall... assaulting my brother as he slept, after she caught me lying on his back, grinding into his peachy ass and licking his neck.We had moved home to another part of the city which afforded me to have my own room in the attic and I must admit I missed the other body in bed with me, but I found a new way to make my presence felt as my brother. She is into bondage, hasexcellent 'O' and 'A' levels and loves to hold a cock in each hand whilstbeing spit roasted. Perhaps her own words are best here..."As Jane's image faded out, I began to feel sick.Then my image came into the screen, but it was me the guy. There was noattempt at hiding the fact that I was a guy, I just sat down at thecamera and began to do my make-up.Badly. In fact, I now realise it was VERY badly.The editing was fabulous with my voice suggesting what I was looking. The other problem was that the things he said to me might have been crucial for my prospects of surviving this nightmare.I was reasonably sure that he was explaining some kind of rules of the house. His finger was waving just in front of my face and his expression was dead serious. His tone was assertive, and all of those details led to the conclusion that the things he said to me were rather important. I decided that nodding politely, even after he slapped my face from time to time, and. I groaned and tried to push back against it but he stopped me. He pushed it in slowly taking his own sweet ass time. I felt him sinking into my pink center folds and let my mouth drop. Not even half of him was inside and I felt filled to the brim. "Oh, Fuck, Ughh Michael!" Yea, I've been waiting for you to say my name like that."With each thrust he'd push a little in then take it out and push a little more in.. He had about 9" in already. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. I.