I don't go to clubs, or bars. I don't go out and crash parties, or get shit-faced drunk and whore myself out to the first guy to pick me up off the gr...und.I go to convenience stores. Small, quiet, off the main roads, hardly any traffic. No cameras, no managers. Just one bored, lonely young man standing behind the counter, wasting time away on his phone, waiting for something to happen but never knowing quite what that "something" is.I am that "something."Like I said, I'll drive around looking. Had joined us just before they arrived, and they didn’t have to tell us that this was trouble, as they were all armed. A middle aged man in a suit stepped out of the limo, and six tough looking thugs with bats and pieces of pipe piled out of the van.“Your time is up old man, you either sign these papers selling us the land, or my boys are going to take this place and you apart,” the guy in the suit said rather snottily while looking up at us. Our family’s reply was simple but predictable to. Although Charlie and Kelly would flirt on occasion, I did not realize the extent of their attraction. I found out when I came home unexpectedly and found them fucking in our bed. When I entered the house, I heard the sounds of someone in the throes of sexual bliss. Kelly was moaning and squealing like I had not heard since our college days. I knew she was being fucked, but was not aware it was Charlie until I peeked into the bedroom.The surprise of seeing my good friend furiously pounding my. Looking at you, I knew you wanted this too. I let myself go and kissed him back. Don't be mad darling but I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed his huge penis inside me." Honey", I said, "This is not the time to be coy. I wanted that too. I took you there with the idea you would get fucked. I encourage you to let go. Seeing you fuck him was so hot I climaxed in my pants without even touching myself. So please don't worry about me getting mad. I want you to do it again and again. That.