Sherlock reciprocated the ferocity of the kiss, though letting his brother lead, allowing him full access to him (as if there were anything left to ta...e.) He moaned with every thrust his brother made, finding himself enjoying the roughness immensely. My, he whispered, his feet slightly pushing against his brother with his thrusts to try to get him to go deeper. Mycroft growled as he felt himself getting closer to the edge after a few moments of fucking Sherlock hard and fast, his fingers moving. Sweet sixteen: and, although he'd been kissed before, it had never felt quite like this.The moment had begun less than a minute, or perhaps an hour ago, maybe the day before yesterday, for all he recalled. Time had ceased to hold any relevance in the intimate world he shared with the girl of his dreams: He seemed to hear her name whispered amidst the surrounding trees, blown together in the late autumn breeze and tossed upon a random chance on the sea of fate which had brought them together. Those that saw the inside of the house, saw a pretty farmhouse with about five pregnant women living inside of it each having their own room, but in reality, that was a rouse. Those women were the good girls, the ones who submitted to whatever Senior wanted and kept themselves quiet about anything and everything. The rest of the women lived in the main dorm, a building that looked like a combination of a barn and a warehouse. Inside, the women slept on army cots thirty deep, in a large open. It was late afternoon before we were settled and she suggested going down to the student union bar for a bite to eat, the place was mobbed with a long queue at the bar so we went off campus to the nearest pub where we were served straight away and sat down with our drinks whilst waiting for our meals."There's something I need to get out of the way" she said suddenly, "We're going to be living together so it's only fair that I'm honest" OK" I said, "Sounds fair" I'm gay" she took a deep swig of.