You slept with him, didn't you?"She looked at her father, not sure how to answer."I'm not angry with you, or him." Yes, Daddy. I ... had sex with him,...but it was me that started it. I ... think he ... well, the first night he was really angry with the hotel for giving him a double room, rather than a twin room. I stopped him complaining. I told him I wanted to sleep with him. I told him ... I told him I was nineteen..." Well, darling ... as I think you've found, sex changes things. Especially. It’s something I saw. It’s Chandler.”“Go on,” he encouraged me, sipping his coffee and looking at me over the top of the cup.So I proceeded to recount the story of me finding Chandler, dressed in what I took as Melisa’s clothes, and doing his thing.“Wow,” Brian said. Thoughtful. Not judgmental or angry. I continued, “It upset me and I didn’t know what to do. He didn’t see me and I couldn’t tell Melisa…” I trailed off.He reached over and put his hand on mine. “No problem, Erica. I’ll have to. Oh Vickie, my Vickie Jean.I hate that girl,she's my broken nosed Vickie Jean.I hate that girlShe's my cross eyed, broken nose, snaggle tooth, pidgeon toed, Vickie Jean.Don't ya just love big brothers? I know where he's coming from, though. I, too, am cursed with a plethora of sisters. I would have traded the three of mine for one brother ... gladly!At least Kurt is oldest. I am lower than middle. I will say this: sisters keep a guy humble! I learned quickly about sarcasm and evil innuendo. Oh. My balls tightened, my dick twitched as jerked as I emptied another huge load of love juice into her mouth and throat. She sucked greedily as I filled her mouth but not a drop escaped. She swallowed it all except for a dollop of cream she kept on her tongue which she shared with me with a deep kiss. After another coupling, this time with Andrea on top riding me as a cowgirl, we fell into each other’s arms and after a bit of gentle love play, nibbling on her nipples, tonguing her sweet.