A View to the Future      
   Two year old Ted had just plopped down allowing me to look at my
mooneyed big bro, chatting with his girlfriend at the picnic table.
What the hell did he see in her?  She was a slut wearing just a skimpy
tube top and short skirt and way too much face paint.  Yuck!  She even
was sitting with her legs spread wide; hussy-like as granny would say.
That I realized that things were even worse for she was not wearing
panties; not even a thong.  Her slit was bare for one and all to gawk
at.  And I do mean bare for it did not have any hair at all and it
should have with those 36D boobs drooping all over.  Her floppy lips
were bright red; her love button erect -- ready to be pushed.
   I shifted my gaze to my brother.  His muscle shirt accented his well
developed form -- the envy of everyone.  It was the body that I loved
and knew so well.  His snug shorts held his package in a tight curve
keeping his privates private.  If he had been hard it would have been
most obvious.  I was happy that he was not aroused for it meant that I
had satisfied him well this morning.  But why was he wasting time with
that ho?  He had me, who loved him now and forever, to fuck always.

The End