..and you know you're notlike all the other Daddy's I know." What do you mean I'm not like the other Dad's?" You take care of yourself and I want to t...ke care of you. You don't have acreepy gut, you've got muscles like the football players at school. I don'twant to say any more, you'll get mad at me and I don't want that. I wantyou to love me." Grace I do love you, I love you very much." No you don't."At that point she turned on her delicate toes and ran to her bedroom and Ithink she was. I told my mother numerous times, but the only thing she did to ever stop him was to say to him, “Don’t do that to your sister anymore, Jake.” The fact that my mother never really did anything made me angrier because I knew I would have to take matters into my own hands. I tried to prank him back , but I was just not as proficient as he was. Regardless of our constant fighting, he was my brother. Somewhere, although I am not exactly sure, in my heart I love him. We knew each other masturbated,. We just looked at one another for a minute, and then I stood up. I felther arms go around me, and I held her close. "Kiss me," I told her."We'll mess up our lipstick," she giggled."Frankly my dear," I told her, "I don't give a damn." LADIES!" Gretchen shouted.Once again we were the last two belles to get on the bus. We squeezedinto the last two seats and rustled against one another for the entireride. And when we arrived back at the community center, we wereoblivious to the world as we. “Come here, slut” He commanded and he patted the spot next to him.As I sat on the edge of the couch, he got up and knelt before my legs, pushing them apart. I did not protest as he made me lean back.Leaning forward, he slid a finger into me. My cunt was incredibly wet.I squirmed and tried to move away, but he held me down with one hand on my belly. I looked at him feeling embarrassed.Slipping another finger into my pussy he began to finger fuck me wildly.I moaned and arched my back; starting to.