I was crying like hell. What kind of a son am I? What kind of a brother? I couldn’t be the man of our family. I couldn’t a good son. I couldn’t ...e a good brother. Mom and preeti washed themselves and they were depressed. I was angry and beating myself. It took us days to recover from the shock. Nobody spoke anything. But one day my mother broke the silence “Tere samne itna sab kuch ho gaya beta. Teri maa aur behen ki izzat loot li gayi. Ab hum kya karenge. Wo ladke hume barbad karke chor. He gazed in her eyes, then kisses her quickly and forcefully. She moans in pleasure, turning him on more. She knows this and is caressing his chest while moving her hand down. Down to where she knows he needs attention.He allows it. He has one thing on his mind, to push his hands in her pants and push his hand through her panties to her favorite place. But he is resisting right now, allowing her to explore and caress.She moves her hands in his pants and grabs his dick immediately. He was. Brandon and I were on different class schedules so we saw little of each other during the day. Most of the time, I would use the time that he was away at class for doing homework. However, there were days when I wanted to have a little fun. With just a few clicks, my computer transformed into a pornographic parade of men sucking and fucking each other. By the time Brandon returned, however, the only hard thing in the room was my math homework. One day, I was alone in our dorm room and started. I was already feeling horny when he was around me all the time because his amazing feet were visible all the time, and I was horny all day for him, but was holding my cum for the big picture. By 12, he was deep into his sleep. It was my time to take my first move. First of all I took his shoes and starting sniffing them. The odour was breathtaking and my dick was hard as a rock and already filled with pre cum. I kept the shoes aside and took out my shorts. Very gently I removed the blanket from.