Diana was anattractive woman, but it seemed like she was going outof her way to negate it. Everything she wore said,"Stay away from me," and I heeded ...he message.I sat at my desk, but I really wasn't in the mood forbusywork. I was peering down the road into my future.I didn't like what I saw. There had to be more to lifethan this.I don't know why I had the impulse to go down to thebasement. I always felt a little better when I couldat least look at my girl clothes. When I turned thelight on, I. Ours is a family of four; mom, dad, bro, and me. This story is about my bro and me. Our home has a lengthy hall in center, and lengthwise on both the sides of hall, there are 2 rooms on either side. On left side of hall are kitchen and mom and dad’s room, and on the right side of hall are our rooms, bro’s and mine. All 3 bedrooms have attached bathroom/toilet, so no need for extra bathroom/toilet provision.My bro is a tall, 5’ 10”, handsome guy. He is 2 years elder to me.When I was 21 years. She, her name is Gracie, brings a cart over next to the stool at the end of the table. She sits down on it and lifts my legs up into the stirrups and spread them rather wide. You are standing at the side of the table and help me scoot down so I am at the edge. She lifts the back of the table up so I am somewhat sitting up and can see her as she works. You have your hand on my stomach rubbing it.Gracie can see me fully and completely now, and my shame for how wet I already am.She just smiles. "Jesus! What a night!" I stretched and stood in front of Dan who, reached out with the back of his hand, and pointed my morning wood away from his face."Fuck dude! Don't point that at me - I've seen what it can do. I thought my wife was going to have to leave here in a wheelchair."I walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open and laughed. "Look who's talking. I'm amazed we're not pumping my wife's stomach this morning. You seemed awfully relaxed, smokin' a cigar, having a drink, while Sheri.