And as I stood there, straining to make sense of the strangeness emanating from up the stairs, a sudden and loud moan echoed down the hallway and down...to me, causing my body to clench in panic.“What was that?” My mind raced.It sounded like someone in pain. Was it my mother? Was she hurt? And I began to feel very afraid. But i couldn’t just stand there, I had to do something, so I slowly and very frightfully began to climb the stairs, one step, then another, then another, still listening. Better to suffer through this current torment and then let him ‘reward’ her later for being a ‘good slave.’Brigette opened her mouth obediently and let him wedge the fabric in firmly between her lips. She bit down on the soft material, her tongue finding a soggy and still warm splotch of his semen. He wrapped the fabric tight behind her head and tied it in a firm knot as she tasted the tang of his semen spread into her mouth.Her watery eyes now travelled upward, his cock still bouncing around. ” I said that I did want breakfast, and asked for a Western omelet.It was when she was leaving that it dawned on me what she had said: “yesterday’s headache.” Oh, no, my remembrance of yesterday was all part of a very long dream. I must be going crazy when I could not tell what was a part of my dream and what was real life! Dammit, maybe I did need a psychiatrist after all, despite my fear of the looney bin.My brother Jimmy was quite a bit less flighty than Mom, so maybe he was the one I should. He went slow but it hurt. Then, with one more good push he was in, and he immediately began fucking my ass, in and out. I’d never felt anything like it but soon I was pushing back at him, getting his massive cock deep inside of me. It wasn't long before I was screaming in joy, “I"m cumming!" He pulled out quickly, flipped me over and pushed my legs up on my chest. He thrust his cock deep inside my pussy and he fucked me hard and fast. He was soon ready to cum and I was ready to explode again.