Clearly, this was not a conversation she was relishing, and it could go sideways for her based on my response. But she was having it, and I felt that ...eserved some respect."Yeah, I was aware."She looked down, and was obviously embarrassed. "Well, regardless of how it was discovered ... it's part of me now. And ... I want it to be something we do together. Something we explore together. I am monumentally sorry that we didn't find this together. I will carry the shame of that till I die. But it's. This ‘washing’ became such a regular thing. I would look forward to bath time so much. It was a little odd that my twin’s cock never seemed to grow, but Mum would never chastise me or behave as if I was being naughty, and yet I did feel that mum’s cleaning was a secret thing between us and shouldn’t be disclosed to anyone.Mum continued to bathe us right up to us being 11 years old. Now we would take it in turns to bathe, my twin always going first and leaving me plenty of time to enjoy mum’s. Brock bought his house, bought his car, and thought he was going places. A couple more supporting roles followed before Brock told his agent he would only accept lead roles and he sat back waiting for the offers to roll in. They didn’t. Roll in that is. They didn’t even trickle in. After a year then Brock said he’d take supporting roles if his character was the second lead role. Nothing. Suddenly it was as though Tinseltown had forgotten Brock even existed. It was around this time that he was. “Do you remember that guy Darren that I told you about?”“Yeah.” He was her trainer at the gym that she worked out at. She talked about him a lot. I could tell that she had a crush on him. He was older than us, well into his forties, and she told me that he looked like Denzel Washington.“I fucked him.” She stopped sucking when she said that, pausing to make eye contact with me and to gauge my reaction. I knew that she wasn’t joking.“You did?”“Mm-hmm.” That vibration again. “The tension has been.