The pain was increasing in my ass and buzzing through my whole body. I was feeling fire in my ass. He was soft whispering in my ear constantly, tellin... me that I was a bitch, faggot bitch, a whore and a cock slut. He said that I was not a man enough. He was a man and I was a faggot. He fucked me raw, very rough much worse than a pig. Our skins were slapping against each other. It was causing pain and I was almost screaming but there was a lot of pleasure too. He kept fucking for a long time. ” I say, starting to shift my body around. You let go of me taking ahold of the ladder a few rungs below me and wait for me to climb up before following. I rush into our room, strip down, before you’re even in the bathroom I am out of the shower and have a towel wrapped around my waist. “Well, I was going to join you.” You state, obviously perturbed. “I’ve got another idea.” I say rushing past you to our room where my clothes are, kissing you on the head as I pass. I can hear the water turn. My dad was a burly, but strong man who looked very good for his age. We spent the entire night talking about university and work, we knew that that our father loved to hear about what we we"re up to. My dad told us to get a goodnight"s sleep because he had a surprise for us the next day. Before I went to sleep i decided i needed a shower, while bathing I realized my brother was peeking through the crack of the door, I then realized my brother was gay. It was weird, we were twins, him being. For a couple who hadn’t even kissed yet, that seemed like a huge step. He admitted to himself that waking up beside Samantha on Christmas morning was going to be the highlight of the season for him, but still. Were they going to sleep together, or sleep together? What did she want? For that matter, what did he want? And if getting a gift for her was a struggle to find an intermediate ground, then how they handled the night before was going to be even more of a tightrope to walk. With all that.