I can’t say I wasn’t satisfied that night even if Marque plagued my thoughts for the next few weeks. xnx I don’t know what stopped his protests, but he grabbed my head and kissed me passionately before flipping us over so he was on top. I didn’t want my brother to hate me, so I stopped pestering them and in the process got to know her a little better. I looked frighteningly into his burning, blue eyes as his disposition screamed murder. But for the past two years I’ve found myself having dirty thoughts about the brother I use to bathe with all the time when we were younger. He seemed to be really remorseful for some reason. I mention that because I’ve always appreciated his naked body, until that appreciation transformed into lustful need. Mom’s hardly home because she has to work to support us,
