Burn baby burn

Why you holding onto that tub?
Where you gonna rub that greasy stuff? 
Slap it on your dick, make it slick, you make me feel sick. 
Stick it in your brother
Would you do this to any other?
Incestuous meetings, strange greetings, two hearts beating down an alley, acting pally, why you dilly dally? Making out you're just playing when all the time you are laying
together slowly swaying 
Your snakey hips with kisses on your brother's lips, bodies rise body dips 
And you sip the juicy cum that exudes from his bum and you strum your cock against his plums and grind against his back, cock going slack now, empty sac now, no going back now. You turn, around against the ground, your turn to burn, this time him firm, to enter your chasm, waves turn to spasms, and violent orgasms. His turn to suck the after fuck, the muck, like a road sweeping truck, cleaning the debris and detritus makes you feel righteous but you shouldn't play with fire, your little brother ain't a liar, he'll speak when he's ready from the top of the spire, he'll hate you and judge you for what you have just done and all that you have, all that you had, will vanish into the ether, deeper and deeper into the abyss and no-one will miss your dirty antics, hope you feel frantic, wish you could cross the Atlantic, run to your mother, blame your brother, blame one another, who's tougher? Brotherly love gone out the window now? Out with the old, eh? Draughty and cold yeah? Who's mummy gonna listen to? Will it be you? Who's she gonna believe, you Stu? Or Steve? See her breast's gonna heave and then she's gonna grieve for the child she once bore, her heart is torn, into a thousand pieces, once worn, on her sleeve. Her blue eyed boy turned bad, man, she's so sad. Her other lad, is he to blame as well ? Or was he innocent and safe from the gates of hell? Only time will tell. She lets out a yell, tormented screams, the stuff of dreams, no, nightmares, turned to badness, madness, sadness. The tears stream down, flood the town, soak the ground, thoughts of anguish go round and round, silent now, no sound. 
Do you feel shame yet? Are you reeling from all this ill feeling? Your mother squealing and screaming, your brother blaming and refraining from taking the blame, just owning the pain, and you have to take this like a man, shit sure hit the fan, out of the frying pan and into the fire, the flames burn higher, come clean, don't be a liar. The gates of hell held open by your mother, willingly for you but not your brother. Burn baby burn. It's your turn. It's what you earned.