Brother Stole My Virginity On My Wedding Day!

I’m getting married tomorrow, so tonight my friends and I are cutting loose, going wild, painting the town one final time. That was our plan. Instead, I end up with a masked male stripper eying me, touching me, dancing with me, enticing me in ways no man ever has. It’s like he had some sort of spell over me. I go backstage, to his dressing room, and next thing I know he’s tormenting me, arousing me, using my body as his sexual play land. I do everything he asks, let him have free run of my body.

Then the night is over, time for me to leave, to get married. That’s when the singer removes his mask, reveals his identity…and I freeze. It’s a face I know. A face I’ve loved forever. The face of my brother.