.." I could see tears streaming down both their faces. I tried to say their names but all I could manage was a strangled croak. Someone stuck a tube b...tween my lips and squeezed a sip of water into my mouth. It seemed to disappear before it reached my throat."More?" I tried to nod and was rewarded by the feel of my head moving. Another squirt, and some of it reached my throat. I nodded again and received a further squirt for my trouble. Eventually, I reached the point where my mouth felt like. I think they might hold the key to this mess. Katie,you sit here and watch TV." Marsha turned the TV on and put on achildren's program, Barney. They left Katie watching TV and they went tothe car."Mom, Katie?" Well we can't call her Kevin or dad. can we?" No I guess we can't."In the house, a very disappointed Katie sat watching TV. "She could'veput da baww game on," she said to herself. As she continued to watch tv,she realized that she was actually enjoying it. "Brudder, da wonger Ithtay thith. "It's soft, sometimes, right, then gets like this when you get excited?" Yeah, you can see this has me pretty excited. It feels good." You like it like this?" I asked as I pulled back and forth on it. "I could make you shoot like this, right?" I posed, my pussy throbbing like mad."It might get a little sore without some lotion or spit," he told me so I drooled saliva on my palm and went back to masturbating my brother. It did help."Mmm, that's so good, feels so good," he moaned as he stood. At 24 yrs old, he was an ex-football player that was banned from playing college sports for gambling and placing bets against his own team. I met him at school, and since he made me so much money on the games that he fixed, I put him to work for me after he lost his scholarship. I dropped out of school after my uncle was convicted on a laundry list of charges, including loan sharking, bribery, and extortion. He asked me to handle his business while he was away and I fit right in. Freddie.