”“Relax, baby,” I said. “Let me make you feel good.”“'Kay,” she said.I ran my hands down her sides, gripped the hem of her shirt and gui...ed it up and off, over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and I was greeted with the sight of two small, firm, tits capped with dark brown, erect, puffy nipples. I pushed her back onto the couch, leaned down and sucked her right tit into my mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips.“Oh, God!” she cried. “Jeez, that feels good!”I nibbled on her right. Unable to hold back his curiosity, he asked, “Why would you ask that?”Greg looked down at the floor hoping that he wasn’t inviting a disaster. In a quiet voice, he said, “I can’t stop it from happening. Not in today’s world. I just don’t want her to get hurt.”“I understand,” Scott said. He turned to look at Sam and thought about how lucky his son was. He hoped the boy didn’t blow it. Just to make sure, he said, “Son, you better talk to your mother about what would make something like that. Damn runt.After washing he went to get it over with. He sat down at the tablelooking at his pork chops, peas and carrots and buttered bread. Keepinghis head down but of course Dad didn't miss a thing."Who did that to you?" Some runt got a lucky punch." Runt? In your grade?" No Sir..." He shoveled his face full of food to avoid questions, besteat while he still could."Don't eat while I'm talking to you boy." He put down his utensils andlooked up as Dad chewed, it was so quiet he could hear. They hadn’t even ducked into the bathroom to brush their teeth.I couldn’t understand what Simone saw in him. She looked so happy when he noticed her, and so lost and insecure the rest of the time. It couldn’t last; Dieter would stray eventually, that was certain. I hoped Simone would have the guts to divorce my useless brother, the sooner the better.And so, with my brother’s casual evil weighing heavily on my shoulders, I had to get up to turn off the light so I could get back to sleep.Turning.