The Beast?

"You reading gramps story again" I smiled and Nodded to him as we walked to the small cottage we lived in with our father. Our mother had died when we were young from some disease. when we got to the door I looked at my brother, " ready beasty hell awaits," "Only if you are beauty the wackjob hates us both."

This will containg some homosexual activity if that makes you uncomfortable then don't read.