‘What’s the matter, Tina? I thought you liked my touch.’ ‘I… I do. I’m just really sore d… down there.’ ‘D… down where?’ he aske... her mockingly. ‘W… where your fingers are,’ she whimpered. ‘I hurt really badly.’ ‘Oh, Tina, you disappoint me. Just when I bring you a toy that you’ll really like, you wimp out on me.’ He brought the knife around, holding it to her throat. ‘Perhaps I was wrong about you, perhaps you aren’t the right one for me to keep.’ ‘No!’ she cried out quickly. ‘I’ll be fine,I’m. All I could think about was sex, it seemed and now I was looking at my brother in a very decidedly sexual way.Now, every time we were together, I was looking at the front of his pants, checking to see if he had a boner. I was also dressing a little more toward showing him a little, especially when it was just the two of us home.So, one afternoon when we were both sitting at the kitchen table having a snack, I just went ahead and asked him, "Tucker, you masturbate, right?" I what? Are you asking. Probably more since he had to defend me. Still I always get a thrill when people in service are put out with me.Even as we made our way over to the big parking structure I was still sad from the tragic end of the Opera. When the elevator doors shut Robert at last spoke to me. I must say I wasn't prepared for what he said."Marie, I'm so bone tired I just don't know what to do," he looked up at the changing numbers of the elevator. The creaking sounds were actually a little unnerving, the car. I placed the tip of my cock to Claire's gaping shitter and pushed. Slowly my cock began to enter her. It was tight but did not offer a huge amount of resistence. This girl may have been fourteen but she had no doubt been fucked in all her holes for many years. My cock-head popped into her sphincter after a moment and the nubile young babe shivered with delight. I pushed onwards and my shaft slid deeper and deeper into Claire's rectum until, finally, I was buried to the hilt."Oh yeah, that's the.