"It looks like you boys know what's what -- am I right?" hesaid. My appetite disappeared, replaced by butterflies. "W-what do youmean, Uncle Brad?" I ...tammered. He put his hand on my thigh -- his fingersan inch from my stiffening cock -- and said, "I think you two are carryingon a family tradition -- you love your brother, don't you?" I looked downat his hand, blushing furiously. "You boys have discovered the wild thing,haven't you?" was his next question. There was a pause, and finally. Tonight is their weekly drag show. Will you come?" You're performing?"James smiled enigmatically. "I'm not performing personally, but my alter-ego is. Come out and meet her, if you like."Dennis nodded. "Okay," he agreed, his voice and posture meek."Great! I'll see you there."---What the hell am I doing, Dennis asked himself. He asked it in his mind over and over as he drove out to About Face. Dennis had never been to a gay bar. He rarely went out at all. He spent most of his evenings at home. Ean wasn’t moving at all, but his penis deep in me slowly lurched out. As it deflated, so did my mind. And I fell into the great luxury of painless sleep. I woke up in my bed; in my bedroom. Something warm and wet was smothering my vagina. I looked down to Ean. He had a wash cloth wiping me between my legs. I noticed some new red stains on it. He looked at me then pulled up the wash cloth and tossed it over to my laundry basket. We were both still naked. “Why are we here” I asked a little. “Take the elevator up to floor three, Lieutenant Fernandez is in room 347,” the receptionist said, passing back their IDs, and pointing to the elevators in the corner of the room. “I’ll let her know you’re on your way,” she added kindly.John and Alyssa thanked the receptionist and then walked over to take the elevator up to the third floor. The hospital was well sign posted, and they found room 347 easily. John knocked politely on the door.“Come in!” Calara’s excited voice drifted out from the.