Charlotte spent several minutes showing me different pictures of men in various stages of dress and arousal. In that time, I explained to her that si...e wasn’t truly a factor unless the guy was hung like a fucking horse, I used those words, ‘hung like a fucking horse’. When I did, she shot her eyes up to mine as she smiled marginally, our reticence to be direct was breaking down; I said it, she wasn’t repulsed. I’m not hung like a horse but just then I sure as hell was hard as a rock. Our. "Um," Betty started."You are not going to begin hiding things from me, are you?" Sarah demanded. "Tell me what's wrong!" Please, Sarah, tell me to do something," uttered Betty quietly."What?" Sarah asked, confused."I miss you," Betty blurted out. "I miss having you telling me what to do. Please give me an order."Sarah was quiet for a minute, considering what to have Betty do. Then she said, "I need to think about this for a little while. Do you have some time for yourself, right now?" Yes,". The next instant, my shirt fell to the floor. My naked, skinny torso shivered even though it was quite warm in the room."Good," said Roger. "Now, the pants."Mom hesitated and threw me a quick glance, one that was begging me to forgive her. Her hands reached for my belt. I was staring right at her face, afraid to let my eyes drop any further. I could tell that her hands were trembling by the way she tried to unbutton my pants. When the front of my pants was undone, mom grabbed them by the sides. The million thoughts running through his head were a lust-filled frenzy of everything worldly and inherently evil. He wanted to fuck her, this sweet little sister squeezing herself against his throbbing member, knowing that he would burn in hell for even the thought of it. She lifted her curly head from the pillow and reached her mouth up to his ear, teeth still chattering. “I wanted to be with you. I need you. I hardly see you any more. I used to see you all the time, and now they won’t even.