Not reading it was my mistake, and it’s only 25 years later that I realized my mistake.My story begins the day of my daughter’s 18th birthday. I h...dn’t seen Stephen in over 5 years, not since Marilyn’s death. From that day forward, Stephen almost made a career of staying out of my life, which was totally fine by me. I hated him, and my daughter hated him too, so she wasn’t bothered by his sudden disappearance and we grieved for her mother without him. So, imagine my surprise when Stephen walks. In the following weeks Darren had taken her on the average of four times a week; he fucked her in his office on his desk, took her to hotel rooms at lunch time, got blow jobs in his car in the parking garage and once, when his wife was out of town he had Marty drive to his house instead of going into work and they had spent the day in bed. He bought a couch for his office and started fucking her when she got to work in the morning and then again just before she went home at night. When she got. She immediately let it go and gave me shocking a look.She: Omg Siddarth. I’m sorry but that was like holding a baseball bat. (my dick measures in length 8.5 inches the thickness measures at 3.5 inches in diameter).I said yeah well hung like a horse. We both laughed. We didn’t feel sexual at all at that moment. We knew we both crossed the boundaries of being ordinary cousins.So after the movie, she went to the washroom while I waited outside. I noticed that there was this group of girls ogling. I still had a couple of painkillers left from the hospital stay, so I took one and tried to get awake this morning. I did a quick shower and shave and then dressed to meet Silvia at the bank to get Aunt Sophie's rings at lunchtime. I called Silvia and let her know I was up and dressed and would meet her at the bank at noon.Now if I could just come to some agreement with this inner self who was God's gift to women. If I could tame him maybe I could live a normal life. Boy, I really hope so. I.