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Gary needs his release and I am unable to deny him what he needs.

Gary had just 'forced' me to a powerful orgasm with the pulsating water massager. OK, 'forced' is a gross exaggeration, but he assumed control of the moment, and I not only allowed him to do so, his assertive actions added to my stimulation.

It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life; and it triggered an emotional release of major proportions. I felt waves of pleasure and shame alternating through my core. I could not control the tears that were flowing freely now. I did not know precisely what I was feeling at that moment.

Gary stood back from me hung the shower massage back in its handle; his penis was erect. His penis waved proudly in front of him. He was fully, and I do mean 'fully', erect.

Gary was obviously proud of how well he was endowed, and stood for a moment allowing me to store this mental image of my brother, naked and erect, in front of me. I freely admit, now ten years later, I can still see this magnificent image in my minds eye as clearly as if I were looking at a photo; and the image excites me still.

Although I was consumed with shame and guilt, I knew that I could not refuse Gary some release. After all, he had just given me one the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. It seemed that he needed to 'release his seed' before he burst. His penis was so very rigid, it looked as though it might hurt. I thought briefly that it was simply too big to enter a girl's vagina without hurting her badly. And although I had no intention of ever letting our little game of sexual discovery go that far; I did feel an obligation, and a desire, to assist Gary with achieving some release for his 'raging hard-on' that he got while stimulating me.

And I felt an incredible closeness, and affection, for my brother at that moment. In a very real sense, with our father dead, and our mother in her drunken abyss, Gary