My little brother, my pet! Sixth part.

Throughout veterinary school, I fell in love with a colleague, Daisy, the most beautiful and talented veterinarian in the class.

She was very skilled with surgery and large animal deliveries, and we both wanted to work on farms raising beef cattle. Throughout our brief courtship, she frequented the house I shared with my classmates and spent much time with my bizarre slut younger brother.

She didn't show any difficulty or pass any moral judgments about him being treated like a bitch, with his permanent nudity, not even the fact that he sucked the dicks of every man in the house. She surprised me with her practical reasoning: she thought it was great that my colleagues satisfied their sexual needs with my fag and not with prostitutes or dating city girls, and she was delighted to see that it was the tidiest student house on campus cause our slave tidied up the house, washed the clothes, and the dishes every day. She hated housework.

I was afraid the girls would think I was crazy for having a brother who was as perverted as the college bitch, but for her, that was more of an advantage.

When we married, my parents and older brother, Jack, came to the festivities. Nobody wanted to see Charlie; they didn't even ask if he was alive. He was kept in the cage during those days not to embarrass any guests.

After the wedding festivities, when we were packing up to move to the farm, I told him that Dad, Mom, and Jack had been in town, and they didn't even want to hear from him. It reiterated that he was a piece of shit, a disgusting, despicable beast that belonged only to me and now my wife.

He wept as he listened, but I couldn't tell if it was from sadness or happiness. I never wanted to, nor could I understand that stupid, perverted shit.

When I finished school, we married and moved to a vast farm in the country's interior. Me, she, and my little slave bitch went to live in a massive house with a backyard.