As you must havededuced, the entire past week was carefully planned, as are today'sevents. Each little adventure was aimed at having you experience as...ightly different element of the sissy lifestyle. Specific scenes weretailored based upon how you reacted to prior encounters. For example, yougave early and strong indications of an interest in bondage. You alsobecame somewhat of a narcissistic exhibitionist. That as well wasdeveloped. Today's adventures will be contrasting. The first,. Well to be honest I don't know but that doesn't stop me speculating.I lay on my bed the house quiet now that everybody has left. I was naked, my legs spread just as my brother had left me. Just as soon as our mother had left for work he walked into my room and demanded that I 'strip off and spread 'em'. There was nothing loving about it, it was just raw sex. I was only wearing a short t-shirt and that soon hit the floor then he was thrusting between my spread thighs until he spurted deep inside. On a visit ----seems like a lifetime ago------to a barbeque on a hot summers night in july.things happenedand i mean happened-------great style .well at least for me!!!well with all that drink ,good company and friends(notice i dont mention relatives----except my aunt?),magical music and the hot night,thing took a turn for the better for me that is.helping clear up normally sucks but hey i was still after me aunt.everyone had left ,passed out or gone to bed.the place was a tip.so super nephew. Many traveled back to their stations, and told a story of their battle against death. They all tried hard to save his life when they tell their stories. The man died for hours. He died a little every hour of his life, but the final hours were obvious. He gurgled as he gasped for air. We heard his moans for help, although we had closed the glass door to shield us from them. Not due to pure immorality, but because we couldn’t do anything. It is terrible to hear a man gasp for air. To hear him.