We spent the day on the boardwalk, where there were roller coaster rides and amusements. Megan screamed appropriately on the old wooden rollercoaster,...and clutched at me on some of the more modern rides. It was nice.We spent one more night in Santa Cruz, sharing a room, but were both too tired from the day, the sun and the wine at dinner to do more than sleep. And that was nice too. Especially because, as we laid down, with my feet sticking off the bottom of the bed, Megan said, sleepily, "It's. Then he saw the two suitcases sitting there. Glancing down, he saw that Davey had brought a third bag to the door with him. The boy's face was smudged from crying. "Mom says it's your turn to take care of me for a while," the boy mumbled.Paul stepped aside without a word and let Davey go past him into the house. He left the door open while he walked to the sidewalk and retrieved the two larger bags. It was clear to him that Davey was moving in. It was just like Karla to do something like this.. Then I said the wrong thing: “You two love each other, you know.”“What!? No we don’t! It’s not like that! Jesus, Rayne…”“No, listen - I didn’t mean like that, like a gay couple or anything. I meant as friends… you’re so close, I can see how close you are. Neither of you would ever admit it, at least not out loud, but you do. You’re closer than most brothers, I think. You love each other that way.”“Fuck, that’s even worse! Now you make it sound like incest!”“Richard, come on! You know I don’t. He started grinding his hips against mine, his firm butt raising up and back down as he worked his fat dick against mine. Because our bodies were pressed so closely together, there was plenty of friction between our dicks and stomachs. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, mostly because of the incredible feeling of my dad's naked body against mine. I thought about him doing the same thing to my mother, right in this very spot where we now were. I tightened around his thighs, pulling him.