That he was my brother. I was tormented. My body was crying out for a good fuck, but the only person I could get a hold of was the one person I couldn...��t have sex with. Or shouldn’t. Gah what a mess. Well he probably wouldn’t even if he could. Or would he? Hmm. I remember he would always try to be sneaking glances at me when I came out of the shower, or walking into my room unannounced. I’m sure he stole my underwear and bras from the laundry bin too. Maybe he would fuck me if I wanted. Of. This time I was wanking to a gorgeous shemale with a magnificent cock, but I didn't want to miss Tom's call, I wanted to talk to him and know that we were still good friends. "Hey mate hows it going" he asked "what are you up to" briefly I thought about lying to him, but then thought, he knows everything anyway why continue with life. "Tom, you know what I do with my evenings I'm on the Internet watching filth and trying to get an erection" I laughed. For a secondthere was silence at the other. Garreth rode past Leith’s body and knew Glenn had no fear of his own death, only the satisfaction of spilling MacRae’s lifeblood. He looked up and saw Glenn riding hard towards MacRae, hell-bent on ending the life that ended his kin’s. MacRae saw him coming again and ordered three men to fend him off. The riders came at Glenn, who never deviated from his goal and continued towards MacRae. Closing the distance, they fanned out to cut off his attack and end his threat. With less than fifty feet. Maybe if I distract myself, inspiration will dawn.I scroll Netflix, watching nothing – mind fixed on sex, trying to focus on the women I’ve fucked, not the ones I haven’t. But those non-conquests are mocking me… or perhaps it’s self-mockery, me and my fine reasons. As minutes accumulate into hours, a few – women and reasons – take centre-stage.The blonde Athenian waitress in the low-cut tee, who laid her hand on mine one balmy August night. (And me too fresh from church, too timidly polite..