In fact, he had a toned stomach that most men his age would envy and a well-muscled chest thanks to his, usually, healthy diet and regular exercise. S...e stopped herself as she began imagining him without the t-shirt and put the bacon and eggs on his plate."Here, and don't rush eating or else you'll be ill," she ordered."Yes, ma'am," mumbled her Uncle, his mouth already full of bacon.Poppy smiled and served herself. They both sat in silence which was only broken by the sound of chewing and her. I felt his hands on my butt. As we moved around, it seemed like the water was moving his arms. He'd move my butt cheeks out a little then back again. Once it felt like his hand slipped and one of his fingers poked me on my butt hole. I jumped, and Mike asked, what happened. I said something touched my butt. Spinning us around he said, like this and poked my butt hole again. I giggled and said yes. Leaving his finger on my hole he asked, does that tickle. Giggling, I said yes it does. Wiggling. I would not give birth to a child born out of incest. I would not usepregnancy as a contrivance to separate a man from his gold. But I wouldgladly give birth for love?s sake, even if my life were to be endangeredin the process. I would risk it gladly.Those were my conclusions?hypothetical as they might be. I feltvindicated, I felt proud, and I felt less afraid than before as a resultof these intellectual explorations. I was, after all, a member of thesex, temporary as I might be in belonging to. Something different from me and other girls is my family. While other teens my age may say they hate their parents because they wont leave them alone, I hate my parents… well, just my Dad really, because of the abuse. My mother fucked off with some guy from her work 11 years ago and I cant really blame her. My Dad is one of the biggest shitheads youll ever meet. Its a miracle I didnt die as soon as my mother left. He just drinks away his life and beasts the shit into me whenever I talk out of.