My poor brother was so miserable, it was hard not to beaffected. But we persevered, and we tried to cheer him upwhen we could. He didn’t cost ve...y much to keep, since hewas hardly eating. But it was hard for Heidi tounderstand that I had no choice in the matter; perhaps aGerman man could throw his brother out onto the street,or into an institution. But for a man coming from myculture, it would be easier to cut off one’s own head.It was around New Years, and my brother had been with. Hearing her come out of the bathroom and walk into the dinning room, I glanced at my watch mumbling 8:30. All the sudden I hear," click-clack! click-clack!", as she is walking towards the kitchen. I watch as she appears wearing heels and stockings. Glancing at her fishnets, I stare at her g-string that was not visible and nestled in between her curvy ass. " I be shit. And she calls me a perv for looking at porn." I thought to myself. She turned as I got a view of the front of her outfit. Her. She dismissed the idea of protesting, this was probably it. It had to be almost over. “Yes, Sir,” she said. She brought the lube to the bed and handed it to him. “Lie on your back. I want you to look at me the entire time, understood?” “Yes, sir,” she said. After she lay down, she felt her heart beating in fear. She was very worried it was going to hurt, bad. Gary climbed between her legs and squeezed a small amount of lube onto his cock. He positioned it against her asshole and looked down. ”“This IS special!” Ifeoma insisted.“Nnamdi…you’re the best teacher I’ve ever had. I know you can teach me how. I trust you.”She buried her face against his chest, mumbling, “Besides, it’s my Christmas present for you. I want you to be my first.”He circled his arms around her, holding her for a moment. He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, then kissed the top of her head.“Alright…but let’s back up a few steps.”Ifeomad looked at him, questioningly.“Well,” he said, “we were sort of.