I went straight to the showers and got in bed when I got out.The man was being fucked by Dad. I watched for a while but fell asleep before they were d...ne with each other.That evening after a different Cirque show Dad took us to a strange club in which many were in costumes. The clientele seemed to be evenly divided between straight and gay, Dad made friends with a couple and I danced with the wife. By midnight the four of us where in my hotel room. I fucked the wife as Dad fucked the. We continued.At the top, she again turned and asked once more, "Now, where would you like to start?" Those eyes! It seemed such a loaded question. Was she teasing or did she really want some sort of action from me? It was a difficult position and I was a bit speechless. "Lost your tongue?" she said. "Er no. The bedroom?" I ventured. "That's as good a place as any," she smirked, turned and led the way. "Would you like me to hold your tape again?" "Please," I replied weakly. Again the eye contact. She could see he was waiting for her to speak.“Ok, a few questions to clear up a few things. Do you have feelings for her, what I mean does it hurt when you are apart? Does the pain go away when you think of her?” She asked as she saw her bewildered brother nod his head. Oh boy she thought, he has it bad though how to tell him. “So, what do you think it is?”“How the hell do I know? I’ve never felt anything like this before. At first, I thought my heart was bad, Johnathon said my heart rate was. She winced but before she knew what was happening, his other huge open-hand grabbed her other breast. She jumped and gasped even louder. “You like that bitch?” He asked her, “You like it rough?”Her eyes were locked on his, yet she never answered him. ”Aww” he said, sarcastically, “you think that you’re tougher than me, don’t you?” With that, he took each of her nipples into the fingers of each of his hands and roughly pulled and twisted them until she finally screamed out. Her scream of anguish.