Kyle looked like he was starting to get annoyed. Jeff hung limply in his brother's hand, still coming down from the best blowjob he'd ever received. He was willing to speak, but what could he possibly say?
"Come on bro, don't give me the silent treatment." Kyle squeezed Jeff's shaft, and he felt his body stiffen up slightly against his will. He let out a soft moan, the sensitivity of his glans overwhelming him.
"There he is. Ever since your accident, you've been hiding in that foreskin of yours."
"Accident? What accident?" Jeff asked.
"Ha ha, very funny. The lab accident that caused this, it's why I moved into your room, I'm taking care of you until they figure out how to reverse it."
Jeff pondered on the new information, trying to figure out what to say next. On one hand he could explain to Kyle that it wasn't an accident, and reveal the chronivac, but that would be risky. On the other hand, he was starting to get curious about what exactly his brother meant by 'taking care of him'