I finally understood when I found Ben sound asleep next to me. My head was resting on his chest. I discovered that night how muscular he was. I would ...ater understand that it was the result of the disproportionate upper body strength that he had to develop to move his body around. I started caressing him while he slept. His breathing was slow and steady and reassured me in the darkness. Bits and pieces of the previous night’s events came back to me. I remembered the rescue and the sensation of. A few days later his stepmother entered his room and said, "We can't afford to buy you new clothes, so you'll have to outwear your sisters clothes!"Still filled with the grief of his father's being dead, he didn't even protest.After a few years he forgot anything else than always wearing dresses. He even let his hair grow and had to go to the market as a girl. His stepsisters called him "Cinderella". While he had to wear the old clothes of his sisters, his sisters got new clothes every. “Someone’s excited” He said, smiling. He then lined up his cock, and slammed all the way in, in first stroke. Tanya let out a loud moan, almost a scream. Peter pulled out slowly, letting her relax a bit after the first thrust. When he was almost out, he slammed back in as hard as he could. Tanya let out another moan. She looked back at him. “Don’t tease me. Just fuck me. I can’t take it anymore, just fucking fuck me.”Peter smiled at the invitation and started fucking properly. He used her hips. Apollo blinked cold sweat out of his eyes, long lashes blurring his already closed vision.Death was staring him in the face, and it had dark black eyes and smile as seductive as a panther.Apollo, aged six, standing on the banks of the little stream that ran through the field at the back of their house. The corn stems were gold, darker than his sun bleached hair, and waved in the breeze at waist level. Tanned bare limbs and a pair of dusty blue shorts. He dabbled his toes the clear running blue.