“No.” His voice was soft and quiet. She immediately removed her hand. His intake of breath and the tightening of his hands and the muscles of h...s arms told her that he was surprised, and pleased. He settled back into the couch and continued to play with her. His hands traveled her breasts while his mouth roamed her neck and she squirmed against him. He pressed her away from him, lying her back down onto the seat next to him and pulling her legs up into his lap. Her bottom was pressed. What's to get upset about? And men get erections from time to time, right?"He smiled. "Well, in my case, it's worse than that. I have an erection almost all the time, of one degree or another. When I was younger, I was always being embarrassed by it. Gym classes were always a torture for me. And it didn't do my marriage any good." Are you married, Kent?" Not now. My wife and I divorced ten years ago. She'd been battling depression for years, and the only medication that worked for her also. She was a head shorted than her brother. ‘Fine!’ She stepped back and surrendered knowing full well her brother was much stronger. He walked over, straddled the fresh corpse and drove his sharp finger nails through the chest wall. He curled his fingers and tore open the chest ripping the heart out. He stood up, saluted his sister and quickly devoured the bloody organ. He licked his fingers and smiled. ‘Now, I think you need to be fucked. Wouldn’t you say?’ She growled again, but this was more. I don't really know." She looked around even more lost than before. I smiled and rubbed her arm gently, trying to ease her mind a little. "Well," I said, "maybe I can help you with that."She stared at me for a moment, as everything in her wanted to protest and run away. Still, in the end curiosity overcame her fear, and maybe something told her to just go with the flow this time, so she just nodded and smiled as I took her by the hand and went with her and the black vibrator to the counter to.