.I thought..." "You thought I was Lisa! You sick fuck!" I was shitting myself, Amanda would tell my parents for sure and then both Lisa and I would ge... killed or worse, disowned. She could easily say I raped her. "Please Amanda don't tell anyone about this" I pleaded. "Do you really think I'm gonna go around telling people that my little brother and little sister fuck each other?". she growls at me. "No. I'm sorry. I just thought.." "Wait a minute, did you come here thinking that Lisa was. I looked into the waitress' face and tried my hardest not to cry out even though my ass felt like it had been stung by an entire hive of bees. The waitress tightened her grip on me and I openly wailed to the ceiling. Daddy continued to wallop me as the tears came and my chest and throat felt raw. Daddy paused and grasped my chin and brought my mouth to his mouth. I hungrily kissed him, panting and moaning like a dog. I forgot the pain as I tasted his tongue. When he drew away, he gently patted. But back to the story. Two weeks ago, Daniel and I had met at my flat. It was a fairly sunny day, being the start of June, he’d worn a tank top and shorts. He’d brought over two packs of cider and my favourite bottle of pink gin. I took a moment to admire his hair as I looked up at him, he had them in box braids as opposed to his normal everyday afro. Giving me a hug, he walked in and set the drinks down on the table. My friendship with Daniel has always been a very intimate one. Not sexual,. As I eased the jeans down his legs a fetid aroma assaulted my nose and I noticed his putrid underwear."Stand!" Steve ordered.I stood, tottering on my heels trying to recover my breath. Steve grabbed me and forced himself against me pushing his tongue deep into my mouth and pushing his hips against me. Carmel looked on at Michele; this attractive petite woman in heavy ruined makeup, dressed in her blouse and jacket but without her skirt, wearing torn and laddered hose and panties was teetering.