I decided to keep a journal of all the things thathappened to me since that faithful day. The day my stepbrother caughtme all dressed up in my Mom's l...ngerie and decided to blackmail me intobeing his sex toy. First though let me give you some backgroundinformation that lead up to that day. I do not really remember my Dad, he died when I was just 2.Growing up it was always just me and my Mom. That all changed when Iwas 13, Mom started dating this guy who had a son 2 years older thanme. I didn't. You don’t pay too much attention when the handsome stranger sits down beside you and starts chatting but after a short time you feel a hand on your thigh rubbing slowing and then moving over to your crotch and starting to rub your cock – this catches your attention. He continues discussing politics or the price of coffee, who knows, as if everything is normal and all the while he is fondling your cock which is swelling and hardening in your trousers. You look around the bar, sitting still, in. When she did reach me, all breathless and rosy-cheeked, she looked deep into my sky-blue eyes. ‘I mean it this time, Henry, I really do,’ she breathed and then gasped for hard-sought air. Gazing at her flushed cheeks and studying her pale, green eyes that looked up so woefully to me, I quietly agreed with her, ‘Yep, Boo, whatever you say.’ There had been a time when Boo and I had looked eye to eye, when my shoulder bumped hers when we walked close together. But Boo, now nearing the ripe old. I had a hell of a time acting normal around my wife. I knew, or at least I was pretty sure that she was cheating on me. The I.U.D. was the most damning evidence, but I was hoping the rest of the unanswered questions would be looked after by the telephone recorder. It wasn’t a perfect plan since she had a cell phone, but it was a start. I didn’t get a chance to check the recorder on Monday night, so I waited until she went to her exercise class on Tuesday before I got to it. It didn’t take me.