Fir maine usse leta kar main uske upper adha aa gaya aur fir maine uske muh ko gheela karke apni jeeb se chaata … aur isse beech usne meri t shirt u...ar di aur maine uski t shirt ko uske bra ke upper tak utha diya.. aur bra ke cups main se uske boobs ko nikal kar uske nipple ko ussi ki tarike se hotho main liya.. aur usne mera saar waha daba diya … fir main usse halka sa uthaya aur uski t shirt uske sharir se alag kardi.. aab woh sirf apni bra aur lower main thi.. usko figure 34-32-34 hogi.. na. He was supposed to cave in, offerhis throat to me. I would then mouth his offered flesh like thebenevolent alpha female and take possession of what was rightfully mine.That hadn't happened. Instead, he had stood up to me, both figurativelyand literally, and walked away. In desperation, sensing my control of thesituation slipping away, I had resorted to petty name-calling, then basephysical abuse. At each turn, he had called me on my boorish behavior,exposing it for what it was. I remembered one. You instinctively do a double-check, whipping your head around to look behind you to see if someone, or in fact your brother, is in the bathroom with you. No one. You scan your body. Odd. As far as you can see – from toe to chest – you embody a man. You look back into the mirror and see the face of that same man from before, realizing you are now in the body of your brother. You look around the bathroom. The layout is different. The towels you do not recognize. You walk out into the bedroom.. "Our Cousins." Kell's answer shocked all of those at the table."You are then related to the Grand Master?" the Prince asked to be sure."Former Grand Master Michael O'Neill is our Great Grandfather," I told him, which answer caused even more distress. "The current Grand Master, Seamus O'Neill, is our Uncle," I finished. If I had dropped a bomb in the room, it would have caused less shock than this last statement."Then why did you appear as Apprentices?" the Wizard asked in total.