I withdrew in horror to find two inches of oak splinter now speared through my foreskin. “Dear god!” I protested as I pulled it out with trembing...fingers, “There really was a splinter!”“Oh my hero,” sister Martha said, as she stared at my damaged cock, “Let me kiss it better.”“Ram it back in her cunt juice is a great healer,” the elderly nun opined and it did seem the most sensible measure so I did.“Oh that is so soothing, much nicer than a candle,” she cooed.“Indeed my cock seems much less. I spruced myself up and was verypleased with how I looked. Sarah was full of complements when she camehome and that made me feel good. She also brought me flowers - a reallynice arrangement - as a thank you gift for my help in making last night'sdinner so nice.Over dinner we continued to talk. I surprised myself by finding thecourage to ask Sarah some questions that had been on my mind during theday.I quizzed Sarah about why the two of them were 'sneaking off' (those weremy words) to hotel. Not that Id know anything about that. He rarely ever talks about it. But Im pretty sure I was right. So then he proceeds to hold my face in his hands. Carefully leaning up, he presses his soft lips against mine. Im suddenly very aware of the contour of his mouth against mine. The moist feeling of it. How soft they feel. I wish for more of it, to have it with me forever. Or for as long as I can. I can feel myself melt in his arms, fall for him all over again. My lips tingle with longing and. I didn't feel the excitement I was used to. The lump against my stomach told me Kevin did.Kevin released me. We climbed out of his bed and he went into the bathroom. When he asked if I wanted to take a shower with him, I told him I was going to wait because I wanted to shave. The look on my brother's face made me change my mind. We showered together, having fun washing one another's bodies. It wasn't sexual like it had been, but I enjoyed it.While we dried ourselves, I kept thinking of Paul and.