Sam was pretty much out of it at this point but occasionally mumbled something incoherent. I managed to get his pullover off but left his t-shirt on. ... took off his shoes and socks. Then I unbuttoned his belt and began to slide his pants off when I noticed he was wearing a red jock strap underneath. The tv was still on. It was the only light in the room. I slipped the pants off. I took my glass and sat in a chair next to the couch. I looked at my half-naked brother and the bulge filling the red. I thought. Was he was expecting me to be like Sandy? With thoseboobies of hers? I HATED her! Was he was going to leave me? Humiliateme? Abandon me to blue-ball torment?Uh, no. "This is the greatest moment of my life," he said. "I want to savor itjust for a moment."My ego went back from E to F. Where it stays almost all the time.Except for some silly little moments like that one. Still, just to besure, I was getting boobies.While Marty was "savoring," I basked in his admiration. I was. His large belly protruded rather awkwardly. He bent over and removed my gag and stuck his tongue into my mouth. Without a word he stood up in front of me and pulled my hair roughly so that my mouth lifted towards him and he rammed his dick into my mouth. It was so huge, I couldn't scream and was gasping for air. He was thrusting his hips fiercely and using his hands to move my head so he could get his dick as deep in as possible. I wanted to vomit. I was gagging every few seconds and a somewhat. " Caught!" exclaimed Helen her eyes widening."Wait!" I demanded as Natasha and Kirsty started talking at twenty words to the dozen. "I'll explain."The two girls shut up but glared at me as if to ask what right did I have to tell them what to do.I ignored the looks and told Helen what had happened exactly as the girls had seen it and finished off with the same explanation I'd given the girls."You're sure there are going to be no comebacks?" asked Helen.I smiled, "Absolutely certain," I said..