Once we had arrived, my brother and his mates split from us, only turning up every now and again, to bring us some alco-pops from the 18+ bar next doo.... By the end of the evening both Hazel and I had more to drinks then was good for us, I felt a little sick and I suspect Hazel did too.We all piled into Mum's car; my brother was driving, with me beside him, leaving Hazel in between Tom and Les in the back seat. About half way home, my brother announced that we couldn't go home, what with Hazel. "Well, why not," Caroline said. "Now he's here he can help. Jenny, fetch that little digital scale from the kitchen will you, and one of those small sherry glasses too. We'll use one of those."Jenny went off and M took in the sight of his sister's neat form as she went, she wore a simple pale dress with slip on sandels which set off her figure very well indeed. Jim had noticed too, his cock saluted her."M, why don't you start?" Caroline suggested."Start wanking Jim's cock for him, Jenny and I. "You are going to tell me whatever it is you're hiding. You're going to do it, now."It wasn't a question.She didn't say a word.Zack gripped her shirt and slammed her against the wall. Without a water tank to get in the way, what could have been an extremely painful maneuver for her spine ended up doing little more than jar her shoulders.His face filled her vision, and she couldn't even flinch away."How did Montague die?"Her fingers wrapped around his wrists, trying to pull them down- or pull. "Thank you," I said, and then stood up. I went and fetched him a damp wash cloth. He took it; wiped himself; and handed it back to me without a word. His concern for being viewed as a 'man', and not a 'fag', was all important to his sense of self, and I understood that. To have thanked me, in his way of viewing things, would have placed him inside the 'faggot' category, and that was something he would never accept. So I thanked HIM, instead; even though he didn't acknowledge the reason for.