"Does this have anything to do with your sister?"Dad just laughed. "How could it have anything to do with Jordan? It was Eric's tumor." Well, Jordan i... somewhat involved." Stop pussyfooting around, Eric," my father said, angry and concerned, "and just spit it out!" I'm psychic."There was just silence as my father, and Cori, just looked at me, disbelief shimmering in their eyes."What do you mean?" That was Cori. "You can tell my future? Or you can read my mind?" Not really, and sort of..." He. Kyle nodded and looked down, motioning with his eyes at my own crotch. I looked down and gasped in embarrassment. My yellow boyshorts looked like they were strained to the point of bursting. My cock wasn't very big, and never got much use save for my own masturbation, which I indulged in almost daily. Right now though it was as hard as a rock and forming an extremely noticeable bulge in my panties. I tried covering myself but realized there was no point. My face was red but I let my hands fall. I... do that a lot." I see." Some punks tore down part of our fence, though," he went on. "Dad'sfurious with them. The Sheriff came to check the scene on Sundaymorning but it turned out nobody saw the person who did the damage."I secretly breathed a sigh of relief at hearing that. "Yeah, well, kidswill be kids," I said.In general, Greensville was a nice neighborhood with more or less well-to-do people living in neat homes. The Taylors' abode managed to standout in that crowd: the family of. I still got tired easily, so the big day was held at my aunts' instead of us returning to Shamrock like we normally did.I gave Marcus a huge white chef's hat, which he thought was very funny, and a pound of mixed gummy candies. To my aunts, I gave them a variety of knickknacks that I'd collected while Marcus and I had been touring the country.Marcus and my aunts decided to be funny and made me a giant scratching post so that I'd quit tearing up the furniture. I decided to exact revenge come.