But I kept just a little bit of those ashes, and that little bit was frustratingly silent right now. "I'll give YOU a pinch, you fucking...cutie..." I grumped at the image of that vial of ashes in my head. But I had now been in the bathroom a while, I needed to return lest my brother think I was doing something horrible.
Like a re-wipe.
Suppressing a shudder of the purest horror, I crawled back into bed with my little brother and all his muscles. But, see, now my brain was fully working again, and it was like color returning to the world, but all the color was applied directly to my c**t. If that makes any goddamn sense.
His leg touched mine, and it was delicious and full of sensation. Rich did a kind of hip bump when I sat down, his way of saying hi, and the jolts from that innocuous m
