" No," Quentin muttered but neither sister was listening."'Cause I ain't fat like you." Abigail laughed at her, and wiped her hand on her loins before...reaching up and smearing it over her sister's tearful face. "Taste him!" Moira pulled back, clenched her hand into a fist and smacked her sister in the eye as hard as she could.Abigail cried out and she tripped over Quentin on the floor before looking at her sister. "I'll kill ya," Moira warned and turned her attentions to Quentin. Abigail pulled. She asked me if Stacy was any good. When I told her that she honestly was, that didn't make her feel better. I tried to reassure her that it wouldn't matter to Oliver. I wished I had just told her Stacy was terrible but I doubt she would have believed me anyways. She started crying and asked "what if I'm no good at it and he breaks up with me for someone better?" I told her if that happened then he's an asshole that didn't deserve her and I'd kick his ass. She stopped crying and forced a smile. He found it hard to concentrate,wondering what his parents would think of his message. When he gothome, he found his parents waiting for him. "What is the meaning of this!"Robert's father shouted. "You're no son of mine! I want you out of herenow and never to set foot inside again!" "Dad, I had hoped you'd understand." Robert said in tears. Instead ofrunning out the door or to his room, he ran to the kitchen. Pulling a knifeout of the drawer, he held up his arm and slit it until blood came. I wasn't sure if you ever talked to him about it, but I knew for sure he wants to get into your panties, step-sis," she told me, pulling on them a tad. "He wants to have his way with you and cum all over your boobs, too," she added, feeling them. "If you seriously didn't know, then you're blind. I love you, but shit." Even if that's true, he's a gentleman, and he wouldn't put me in that position." That doesn't make him not a guy, though, Alison. Everyone gets horny, you, me, him, and everyone..