She was the black sheep in our family. I envied her for all of it. I hated being the perfect one. Its just not my style, but there has to be some kind...of balance in the family, and I got dumped with the responsibility because my older sister beat me to the punch on the evil one. My older brother Liam was the median. He was neither good nor bad. He was 23, my sister 21. He didnt fight with either one of us and he hung out with both of us occasionally and never took sides when Emma and I had our. With that he ordered two draft beers. When they arrived, he picked one up and said, “Cheers.”“Cheers,” I replied.Over the next two hours, we had a lengthy conversation and downed a number of draft beers. He was very candid letting me know he was gay and found me attractive, as he had a fondness for mature men. I made sure he knew I was not gay, but I did enjoy both men and women.About halfway thru our conversation, I felt his hand on my knee. Little did he know that my cock was hard as a rock.. He tightly locked his lips on moms lips soft lips and it looked like he was biting them. It took a few seconds for mom to gain control and she managed to push him and get up.She ran to the corner of the room and stood there with her back against the wall. He wasted no time in following her and started again, this time he cupped both her breasts and started massaging them while kissing her all over her neck. Mom tried to stop him again but she was no match for his strength. She was gasping and. ”“So you don’t just like give up candy or something?”“No. If you want to know what being married to me would be like this is just a small taste.”“Why didn’t you tell me when we were dating?”“Because you wouldn’t even set foot in church, so, in the end, it really didn’t matter. From my perspective, if I could get you to go to church, we could ease into the fasting rules and come up with something that worked for us. The rules are a bit flexible, if you will, because it’s a rule like in ‘ruler’.