By the time all the moving and settling was done, Tim had already gone to work, leaving me and my brother alone. He was still obviously shaken by what...happened with dad so I took him into my arms and was just running my hand through his hair. I almost died today&hellip, my own dad tried to kill me, is it wrong to be gay? Not at all, its wrong to try to kill your son for something he cant control, our father is the one who has everything wrong, not us, you are the kindest boy on this planet and. My cock stirred some more. She took my hand. “Okay, shitbrain,” she said, leading me over to the center of the room. “I’ll see how long it takes me to get sick of you.” She was an Anthropology major. She came from North Carolina. She was thinking of switching to Social Studies. She had turned twenty-four days ago and had been sick so she had not celebrated, but now she was celebrating. She complained about her friends not wanting to hang out with her and said, as we slow-danced, “I’m so. I took my trousers and pants off and pulled the red panties on. Oh, they felt good, soft and silky and stretched across my cock. I lay on the bed, g string over my face bra in one hand cock in the other; squeezing, sliding my foreskin forward and back, faster and faster. I couldn't stop, I was panting, eyes closed I imagined it was Alison's hand. More, more, faster, faster, then I came. And came. Oh, how wonderful and, at that moment, I thought it was almost better than sex. Why did I think. Okay Daddy?Jim's cleared his throat and his voice became louder. Right now Miranda! I need to see you right now young lady. You can shower later. You and I need to talk.Miranda stopped dead in her tracks and gulped gulped. Then she backed into the den. Uh. What is it Daddy? I really need to shower.Well then turn around so I can see you, he said. I need to talk to your face. Not your back.Miranda gulped again. Then she turned slowly around to face him with her head hanging down. When Jim cleared.