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Kyle watched as the boy stepped back. At least he was silent now. He looked stunned, frozen almost. It looked like he saw a ghost. They should really change that expression to "it looked like he saw his brother cumming while shouting his name", because that seemed to petrify the boy better than any ghost ever could. Kyle took his brother's absent state to his advantage, quickly putting on his red basketball shorts.
He sat on his bed, getting his beat off rag from beneath the bed and proceeded to wipe the cum off of his chest. "Kyle, j-just come sit over here so we can talk about this." Kyle needed to gain his brother's trust back. He blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "All guys think of their brothers once in a while when they jack off! You mean you never thought of me?" Kyle shouted. He facepalmed himself, this situation just got worse and worse with every passing moment.
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