I stumbled when I walked upstairs and almost ended up on my butt. Fortunately, my parents slept soundly and probably didn’t hear me. Unfortunately... my brother did.Our two-story house had four bedrooms on the second floor. Our parents’ room was at the end of the hall to the right of the landing. To the left of the landing were three more bedrooms, mine, my brother’s, and a guest room. My parents had a private bathroom in theirs. The other three bedrooms shared the two other bathrooms.. He had thought at first it might be a bear, hauling him off, but what bear would keep running for so long? Bears were only good for short sprints of exertion, and didn't run upright. He had an idea, that kept growing despite his unwillingness to believe, after about the fourth hour of his nightmarish confinement within his formerly contentment inducing sleeping bag. The zipper was out of reach, bunched up in the cinched fabric from which he was dangled like a sack of apples. He was dizzyed by. Pre-come spewed from his tip of his cock streaking down my fist lubing my grip. I giggled and mocked him making him feel small and weak.Finally something in me felt a little sorry for the poor guy it must have been the wife in me or something. I wanted him to feel the pleasure I had experienced. So I clamped my lips on his cock and took him as deep as I could sucking him hard and fast till he blew his second load moments later beep in my waiting mouth. He came an impressive amount which I. If it was one of ours, I needed to go help. If it was one of theirs’ he needed assistance meeting the devil.The effort required to move from the floor to the hallway was almost more than my body could stand, but I made it, and saw our team leader, bloody and it looked like the kind of gunshot wound that ended with the victim dying. He was hit somewhere high up in the chest. Even horribly injured, the only thing on his mind was to try and come help us. That guy was a real man.I stumbled to him,.