You do love me, don’t you Jesse?? Sex He had just a little coal-black hair surrounding the base of it. I want it to be nice between me and you, ok? After a little while, he pulled the briefs out of Jesse’s mouth, and stuffed them in his ass, instead. If he had to be raped by one of his brothers, he’d prefer it to be Brad. I want it to be nice between me and you, ok? He granted it, without a problem, and, while some of the scenes are “fleshed out” with fantasy, the basis of this tale lies in the realm of truth. After a little while, he pulled the briefs out of Jesse’s mouth, and stuffed them in his ass, instead. Turn around, on your hands and knees, and come up here. “Don’t expect a “you’re welcome” dickwad.” Jesse responded, “because you’re not welcome in my ass, fucker.”
Brad laughed at that, and so did Jesse. I won’t pull your hair, or lie on top of you, or call you names, or anything. Did it really hurt a lot?” Brad repeated the question. But to say that he didn’t enjoy hurting his little brother, and exerting power over him, well, that wouldn’t be accurate either. Like he did some damage to me or something.
