. Junior,” I said. Figured that one out by my self.“Middle of the night,” the tyke said, “If I had known we were going, I’d have had them le...ve me here.”“Alan ... call your ex and see if she’ll let the boys go to Ludington for ice cream,” I said.“You really want them to go?” Alan asked.“I’ll buy,” I said.“Surprise ... they’re boys ... you could be talking big money here,” Alan said.“I didn’t say I’d feed ‘em ... If we’re going to eat before we go, we’ll go to the Antler.” I buy local when I. Her breathing was coming in shirt pants. “Fuck me, fuck me hard you bastard,” she grunted. I was almost insane with lust and proceeded to pound Sarah’s gash with all I had. I still didn’t want to cum yet so I eased off a little, catching my breath. I glanced over at where Deb was sitting and saw that she had her legs d****d over the arms of the chair and was vigorously fucking herself with the empty wine bottle. Sarah, realizing she wasn’t getting hammered at he moment cried, “Don’t you. .your. . .you were doing it to her." "I was fucking her, Aunt Jean, just the way I'm going to fuck you." "N N No. You're not going to ahh fuck me. I'm your Aunt, it's not right to fuck a close relative, there's a law against it." "But that's only because it isn't good to have c***dren, to inbreed, which may bring out bad traits. I remember you telling mom that you were on a new birth control pill, so you can't get pregnant. So there is no reason we can't fuck, right?" "Ahhh," Jean stammered.. I got over his death, but that terrible memory gets dug up on every birthday of mine on my 18th birthday in 1995 and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I completely skipped my birthday even though my mom and my sister had prepared one for me. I returned home later that evening to find my mom and sister chatting. I saw a look of concern in their eyes and assumed that they were either worried about why I was not there or if they realized that I just could not stand the ugly memories that my.