Steve poured the tea into china mugs, handing one to her and offering the plate of biscuits. She helped herself, savouring the rich taste ...f the biscuit and the bite of the hot tea. Slowly the ache in her back eased and she relaxed back into the chair. Steve watched her over the rim of his mug, his eyes on her face as he sipped. Maria blushed under the intensity of his gaze. "Is something wrong?" Maria asked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." Steve. In the few short months of summer she and all her friends had trained well! Always with the use of their muscles, the endless pounding of my body. Before her on my hands and knees I knew not to look up, not to make a sound just to wait. Times seemed to stand still. My body shaking from the pain, the sun beating down on me.Only one time when I was in this position that I look up? Immediately she saw that I was looking at her face, begging for mercy without saying a word. Her friend Sage. That sure as HELL was not Laura's voice. Had I misjudged things and it actually was my wife? No, I thought, that wasn't her voice either…The comforter lifted up and I saw Erica's face in shock. She said, "You've been fucking LAURA?!?"I laid there looking at her in stunned silence, not knowing how to respond. I'm honestly not sure which of us was more shocked.I finally muttered, "Well, uhh…"She cut me off, "Well shit, who am I to judge, I'm the one with your dick on my mouth. I can see why. Soon I was punching my sister’s tits every chance that I got. Then I started in on Mom’s tits. At first she was shocked and then she was upset. She tried to reason with me but I punched her tits anyway.Mom started to accept it as a way of life like my sister had all those years. Well she really didn’t accept it, she more or less tolerated it and tried to reason with me.I started telling her what I wanted and she would do it. At first I would ask her to fix something for dinner and she would..