"Daddy, I just love the sports car!" She hugged him ferociously."Honey, you lost your towel. And you are standing under the mistletoe." Well then, kis... me, Daddy!" He did. "Daddy, carry me into my bedroom and make love to me. Please? There is also mistletoe hanging from the canopy of my Barbie bed. It's everywhere, it's everywhere! Let me give you something very, very special too for X-Mas. Dang, I love that car! I want you to be my first. Pretty please?" He did.Margaret's father had since. May I ask&hellip, she started hesitantly. Yes, I answered, not really sure where this was going but having a guess. Why do you get hard every morning? Every morning? I queried, How do you know Im hard every morning? Anita grew silent as she immediately knew she had given something away. I was afraid she thought she was in trouble. Its okay, I said, I was just surprised that you had seen me before. I wake before you and sometimes need to go to the bano. You are sometimes not covered or your. There is nothing in it for me. Yes, I'll participate, but only for what she wants. Yeah, I get some sex out of it, but I get that anyway, so what is the difference to me?" But what if Mom said that she just wanted the two of us to be there and not include you. Would you be alright with that?" Well, two things about that. First, this is your mother's fantasy, not yours. Second, if I'm not there, then I would consider it to be cheating. Yes, I would know it was happening, but I really can't say. We even all slept in the same bed. We’d probably still live that way if Bob hadn’t gotten that fantastic job in Seattle.”Jeff had to stand up to catch his breath. Dad wasn’t his biological father? Uncle Bob had gotten his mother pregnant before he and Aunt Jackie had even started their family. “The girls aren’t my cousins. They’re my half-sisters.”“Since Jackie and I are identical twins, they’re closer to full sisters.” Mom said as she reached for his hand to tug him back down to the couch..