The damn thing started to vibrate in time with his laughing as he shut off the light and left the room. When he returned a few minutes later, she thou...h she was in heaven. The vibrator had been going for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes. She had had at least three orgasms, each bigger and better and more total than the last. Her pussy cried out for relief. She thought she would die from the pleasure she was receiving. Her knees were weak and shaky, with only her tied arms supporting. I was the other son, the son who had taken the place of the daughter that they should have had.Oh, I knew that part well! I had it hammered into me so often, far too often, so that even I accepted their form of reasoning as being the truth. It was told to me in so many words and shown in so many ways.Words spoken were sometimes very direct, "You may be a part of this family, but that doesn't mean we have to love or accept you", to having my mother point out some woman or girl and say, "She's. " You lunge toward her quickly and place the organism in her ear then step back. She shrieks loudly as the organism Z1 enters her head and then she falls quiet. You grin and say in a strong voice "You are to follow my instructions to the letter, yet your thoughts will be unaltered for now is that clear?" She staggers away and yells "What the hell are you talking about?!" You snap your fingers and say "stand in front of me and remove your top!" She says "Fuck you I'm not going to..." she. That's why when the time comes, after you're out of high school and ready, you should always make the boy wear a prophylactic." "Gee, dad, what's a probalactic?" She mauled the pronunciation so completely that I began to laugh, and in so doing, her hand ended up resting on my balls which, I don't need to tell you, sent another electric jolt right through me. "Angel, you have your hand on my scrotum, it's where the ejaculate is stored and a prophylactic covers a man's penis like a latex glove so.