She was seated at the table running a brush through her hair. “Better hurry before it gets cold.” She always said the same thing. I undressed a...d stepped into the tub. Just as I began to squat down I heard her say, “Oh my.”I looked at her and saw she was looking straight at my hard-on. I quickly sat down and asked, “Why does my peepee get big?”She did not respond right away and I began to think I should not have asked. Then she asked, “Does it happen often?”“Just about every day,” I. 'Where is the bathroom, I want to wash', I asked her as she now stood completely naked in front of me, 'Not now Mariel, take your clothes off and let me clean you', and at her naughty reply, I felt a sudden rush between my legs, as my sexual excitement was becoming too much to contain.I dropped my clothes and stood nervously in front of her and my knees buckled slightly as she came to me and dropped to her knees in front of me, and the warmth of her breath and softness of her tongue, rasped. But inside,you're still the same person as before. Same as it happens to him." You're right!" she said, laughing.The two girls went back to watching TV, but Rachel kept thinking aboutChelsea.Rachel had known her for most of her life. She even had vague memories ofher as a newborn child, eagerly suckling her mother's breast. Yet, yearslater she couldn't say she really knew her.As good boys, she and Steve were steadily keeping little Chelsea fromjoining their couple and made fun of her at times.. I was shocked that Dad would lay there in the living room and masturbate, knowing I was home. I was disgusted that somehow a part of me liked seeing it. I was turned on by it and lay on my bed and masturbated until I too came. It reminded me of all the times I used to lay in bed at night, masturbating, while I listened to him fucking Mom. They went at it hard. Mom was a screamer. I’d had a lot of sleepless nights when Mom lived here.Dad was lying there, passed out, wearing only a dirty.