I won't have it ... I'm not some kid to be led around by the cock and then thrown aside at your whim!" Maybe we should just call this evening off ... ...'ll just go on my way and we can forget we ever ran into each other..."Tears flowing, she flung herself at me, arms tight around my waist."No ... no ... no ... please Matt..." she sobbed into my shoulder. "Please ... I'm sorry ... sorry."Finally she looked at me."It's just that I've been so stupid ... and ... and ... I love you so. God ... I'm so. As far as the brain, he said no problem reading that one cause there was nothing there. Me and Rodney Dangerfield, no respect. I dozed for a while but woke up with Debbie telling me I had some visitors. Jana Jones, the woman I got out of the mall at the start of things and her husband John. They came in to ‘pay their respects’, thank me for getting her and the kids out at the start. We had a nice visit considering they were really strangers, after all, I had just met her and the kids right. John loves to rub soap between his twin s1ster's cheeks.Sometimes Janet would open her legs and let John just reach her slit; then clamp her thighs closed.John didn't mind her girly games; but he was determined to find out why girls were different.There was no internet back then, so he could only ask his school friends.Most of them had no idea either, but one had an older s1ster, who called hers 'pussy'.Janet and John had a young grey cat called 'Fluffy'.When Janet cuddled Fluffy it drove John. Stretching his arms and rolling his shoulders, he slowly swung himself from bed and lumbered out of the room and downstairs.The kitchen and breakfast table was alive with energy as his mother, father and youngest sisters prepared themselves morning meals and exchanged gossip and their daily plans.Ben mumbled a greeting (a half-hearted ‘goomornin’) and went straight for a box of cereal. He lazily splashed some milk in a bowl, grabbed a spoon, mixed the contents and began grazing like a cow from.