. whatever it wasthat he was. She supposed that the word "sissy" really summed it all upfor him. He was a damn sissy! And as such, he craved... no... he reallydeserved... everything she was doing to him. Damn him! Why couldn't hehave been... normal!Chad stared up at his blank white ceiling. His alarm clock hadn't goneoff yet. The morning dawn was just now starting to send tiny tendrilsof light around the shades at his windows. It was Monday. Another day.A work day. It would be another. Boris was amazed that my theory had born fruit. My success so enchanted him that he continued looking. He found another, then another. My first cave was relegated to being the smoke house! The second cave became the fuel bunker. The third and largest became my home.My britches had about had it by that time. Denims just aren't cut out for that kind of life. Boris knew much more about tanning hides than I did. He was pleased to find something to teach me. Before long I had deerskin pants, as did. Will you ever reach the tip of me if I keep growing this way?! Time stands still and I forget where I am. I hear nothing but our breathing, my heart, the wet sound of your lips on me, and your moans. Somewhere in the back of my mind, yes, I heard the stairwell door clang shut, and the rhythmic clicking of heels crossing the far end of the garage, the beep of a car alarm being disarmed, a door opened and closed, then an engine started and drove away. Bless you for not stopping, for keeping. Once in his bed, she would reach out for her brother’s semi-hard boner and knew her body was the cause of his excitement. She would then, without encouragement from him, crawl between his legs and take his cock in her mouth until he gave her his warm cum, full force. She loved the way he held her head to guide her ministrations and pulled her hair so he could drive his cock deeply into her.When she finished pleasuring his cock she would move over next to his side again. He would cuddle her.