What kind of panty-assed operation was this? He was the fucking sponsor here, not her. She should have just spread ‘em like a good little bitch.So f...t ass got to the redhead first. So what? It wasn’t fair the way he’d done it. Leo still believed the fucker should have had to put his women in the general pool. It would have been fair. Then he would have grabbed her and there wouldn’t be a problem.Leo didn’t say spit about the dust-up with the little redheaded whore and her faggot, but word must. His cock bobbed and pulsed.Turning away, I backed my ass up against the underside of his raised penis and moved slowly side to side. His breath warmed my neck. His cock settled in my crack. The artist hadn’t taken a shot. He was watching me stimulate his son, waiting for me to move out of the frame.I crouched down, and then got on my knees. I turned and faced my brother’s glistening cock. I wrapped my right hand around it and began stroking him slowly. His scrotum tightened around his. I knew my brother loved her, or at least thought he did, and Shelly's sentiments were obvious to anyone within range of her smile. My usual routine was to attend to my obligations and then more or less barricade myself in a spare room, so I'm certain I must have been awful company.Thankfully those were two of only a handful of times I was obliged to return home. Until one day in January when I returned to my apartment, exhausted from one more day in a seemingly endless string of days at work. I. " Of course, Daddy" she said, smiling up at me. I took a seat in the chair and had her position herself next to me, actually kneeling on her own feet, also facing the door.. her 'tail' hidden from his view, should he decided to join us. I gently stroked her hair and told her how proud I was of her."Don't worry, My pet" I assured her, "No matter the outcome, you will be taken care of.... you and your c***d. Even the potential unborn c***d swimming around inside of you. After all, It's probably.