He for some reason had his walls plastered with pictures of me in weird poses. Normally you would think I would be mad at my brother for taking pictur...s of me while masturbating but it actually really turned me on.Getting to his door, I knocked, "Oni-chan," my nickname for him ever since I could finally undertsand japanese enough to know it meant older brother, and that it turned him on. "Father want's to talk to you about something." OK," he replied, "I'll be out in a minute."I couldn't help a. Our militia took its losses at the bridge, as did our estate guards and regular marines, where the intense arrow storm and clash of arms stymied the enemy's wave attacks. I didn't want to think about how many Raiders died from the hundreds of iron beads the claymore had shot out, but the teenagers chattered about the slaughter on the bridge in awe. Their tale about the number of dead slavers on the bridge seemed to double every hour, as they retold their story about watching the fight from the. Still he said nothing, and I stared at him confused. "Daddy?" He pressed his fingers to his lips and walked out the door, leaving me in both a state of satisfied bliss and confusion. When I got out of the tub, I had gone to look for him and found that he had locked himself in his room. I pounded the door, screaming for him to open it, but I got no response. I didn't see him again until the next morning. He sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, I looked at him, not sure if I should. She was 2 years older than me and had blossomed into a young woman, not that I took much notice of her in that way!I heard sounds like grunts and moans coming from her bedroom, and I gently opened the door and was amazed by the sight.She was lying face down on her bed with her pillow wedged up between her thighs, riding back and forth humping her pillow, and she had her hairbrush in her hand, and was slipping the round handle in and out of her pussy, all the while moaning and grunting.I watched.