I knew Lakisha wasn't in The Program and I didn't think she was in any teams or clubs. Nevertheless a waist cincher, choke collar, lace gloves, lace s...cks, spike heels, and her usual goth makeup, all in black, completed her outfit. All, that is, except for the puce lipstick on her upper lip and right nipple, and the chartreuse on her lower and left.Tess, of course, was doing her Program thing. Adam waved as if to taunt me, then the three of them headed into class and parked on a couch. They. He assured me guys do it for a very long time even as they get old. Well, I had trousers to buy and we picked out a pair and they had to be altered so I followed Jack back to the alteration room. He told me to slip them on and he would measure my inseam for cuffs. Back then that was normal. So, I slipped out of my jeans and stood there in my tighty whities with my perpetual booner pushing out the hole. I gasped when I realized my dick was out and Jack was on his knees right in front of me. I. I wanted the world to know that I loved my brother, more than anything.Tim knocked on our parents' door and I could faintly hear my mother answer "Come in."Tim opened the door and never let go of my hand. Our parents were watching late TV comedy shows. Our parents turned to us, their eyes wandered to our hands. They saw we held hands like lovers do."Mom? Dad? We have to talk to you," Tim began.My mother was putting lotion on her legs and my father was holding the remote. "Yes? Did something. I could just see my white toe-caps at the end of the couch in the dim room. "Shh," he said.He cupped my balls in his warm left hand and initiated a light, quick, loping stroke with his right and I fell back on the couch and watched the ceiling through the veil of my heavily mascaraed eyelashes. Lying there, an image came into my mind of the room where I had changed clothes and the long closet full of clothes, on hangers, neatly layered in drawers, the shoes in and out of boxes--and suddenly I.