I gulped it down. Three glasses later, I couldn't feel her remove my dress. Head spinning, I lied prostrate on her couch. It's worn floral pattern was...lucky I hit the carpet with my first gush of vomit. Mom hurried me into the bathroom, globulous projectiles marking the path. I threw up into the toilet bowl until the dry heaves left me too weak to drool. Mother knew what was best for me. As I hovered over the porcelain receptacle her fingers sneaked into my cunt and eased my suffering. She took. Had she cheated on him for attention, then? As some kind of punishment for him failing to keep her entertained? Oh, what did it matter? He wouldn’t be able to forgive her either way. There was still a knot in his stomach when he thought about her, like someone was twisting a hot knife in his gut, but he already felt a little better. It was nice to be outside again, feeling the breeze on his face and the crisp air in his lungs, getting some exercise rather than sitting in front of a screen and. “This is supposed to be worth it, you stupid fuck.” I was going to town on his mouth and giving the guy a piece of my mind all at the same time. “You come in here bossin’ me around, telling me not to talk. You don’t talk!” I yelled, and I was growling, then, and he was gurgling and choking, with tears all down his face from gagging on my big dick. “What do you have to say to that, Craig?” I demanded an answer, and the second he tried to respond – the moment he took his mouth off me and uttered. .. my little brother... he ate all your cookies. You know, the ones we leave out for you every Christmas. And... well... we don't have any more for you and... I don't want you to not have anything from us. And please, please don't be mad at my brother and not give him anything cause he's really little and he doesn't know about things like that yet. Mommy and Daddy said it would be okay and that I didn't, like, need to worry or anything, but I didn't want you to not get anything..."The girl.