She was short, probably five feet tall and the shape of a teenage cheerleader. It was hard to believe she was twenty-two."Would you like to go for a w...lk and finish telling me about yourself? I feel a little jittery just sitting here," I asked."Sure, I'll let mom know so they won't wonder where we are." She came back out and said, "Ready to go." Do you always tell you parents where you're going?" I asked."I do when I'm home. It's common courtesy, I don't need permission."As we walked she. "Sure, Priscilla, we have plenty of room. You can either sleep with Tammy, or have your own room." Oh, thank you, Mr. Hudson," Priscilla beamed happily. Holding her father's hand, she walked him to the car. She kissed his cheek once he was behind the wheel."You be good, Prissy," Doug reminded. "Call your mother this afternoon." I will, Daddy." Priscilla kissed him again, then stood watching him drive away.Priscilla joined Tammy inside, and, after breakfast, they went up to Tammy's room.The two. Her skirts were always short enough to look up and see her panties. Her top would come off and everyone would get to see her firm breasts in her sexy bras. Before anything else could happen Dad would drag her down, toss her over his shoulder and do the Fireman’s Carry to the car.After he got her home he would do all sorts of things to her. He would even let me watch. He would give her a shot of whiskey and tell her to dance for us. However, he wouldn’t stop her from undressing all the way. Mom. Mom and Dad went out and big bro left for college two weeks before. I couldve stopped it. I started to sob blaming myself for having everything disintegrate in a fire. its not your fault. The pros said someone started the fire, he said. He got into the bed with me and I pressed my face into his chest and let all my emotions run through. My tears wet his t-shirt. He held me tight and stroked my the back of my head like he did many times before. But this time it felt different. I looked up at him.