" he said, "Start stroking it or I will." Him touching me wasn't what I had intended so I started to stroke and soon, I was getting hard. He complim...nted me on the length of my dick which, never seemed to be as long as it was now. Soon, we were lying there in our own worlds, eyes closed, stroking.I looked over to sneak another look at my friend's cock. It had grown a bit and the helmet was an angry purple. He was stroking it slowly, pulling it a bit at each tug away from his body. And his. We collapsed onto the bed and fell deep asleep.As the summer wore on I discovered just how hard it is to corner my brother if he doesn't wish to see you. He went to Aunt Karen's for two weeks and then basically managed to avoid being home anytime I was for the rest of it. I left for school in early September without ever getting to talk to him at all.I look out at the snow covered ground flying by, as I grow nearer to the man I love and want to take as my own. I wanted to be home three days. Static at first, but then an image appeared on screen that confirmed each of the girls' deepest fears: The talking Barbie doll head. The horror of the Barbiemaker had been a tabloid mainstay for months and by now everybody knew the kidnappers hallmarks: Waking up in a strange place attached to machines, the sinister talking doll head and twisted games that only a fraction of people ever won. The girls knew they were in trouble and they knew they had to win."Hello Stacy, hello Rebecca." began. After a few minutes, I noticed out of the corner of my eye Dustin standing in the doorway of the hall, with his forearms out to each side of the doorway, exposing his bushy pits. He was so funky I could smell him across the room. Damm, if I wasn't getting boned up again. I just turned my head back to the TV without saying anything. In a few more minutes, I see that he is still there. Finally, I mutter “whut”. Dustin simply responds with “nuttin”.So about 15 minutes later, lil fuck is still.