Aimé squirmed, turning his head away. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell Augustin what he'd done and what he'd enjoyed, and what he hadn't. His brother sounded so worldly, seemed to have done so much and been an equal where-as Aimé had been as much a beautiful ornament as a bed partner.
He licked his lips, voice hardly above a whisper. "I have been...I liked...I didn't enjoy taking him in my mouth, I felt like I couldn't breathe, but I liked his fingers inside me and I liked his kisses, and when he...when he used his cock."