”“Good! Will you take me to dinner?”“Sure,” I said.Kyle called for Anna and she went to help him finish in the bathroom. They walked out and...went into Gina’s room and came out with the Candyland box. We sat on the floor and the three of us played the game. It was, from my perspective, the worst possible kind of game - one that was based on sheer luck and with absolutely no strategy of any kind. But, as it was intended for 3- and 4-year olds, that made sense. Anna ended up winning, much to. ”“Ah, in that case, if you’re looking for support, I can’t think of anyone better qualified to convince you not to date your brother than your parents.”Betty didn’t bother responding, placing her call.“Hello, Mom? This is Bett—”Her brows flared as she switched hands. “Hold on, let me at least finish speaking. We’re both fine. We’ve been busy, as I’m sure you can tell. There were way too many disruptions. We turned our phones off to reduce our stress.” She chewed her lip and rolled her eyes.. ", one of them said.Tiffy barely heard her. Her ears still ringing. Strong hands gripped herlegs and held them still. Another pair tucked at her panty and slid itdown. With it, the small and only warmth in her world vanished. Tiffylost it and cried. This was all too much for her.The same strong hands gripped her jaw and twisted her head till she facedone of her attackers. "You think this is the worst? Bitch you don't evenknow half of it. Amber come here. Time for this skank to find out thatthis. If it feels good, no harm no foul. Right?” Everyone seemed relaxed after that. But that look on Becca’s face bothered me. We enjoyed the rest of the day. The girls modeled the swimsuits for Don. Everyone was having fun but no more sex that day.It turned out I was right. We hung with Becca and Don for maybe another half dozen years. Becca would get passed out drunk most times, either at their place or ours. She and I never fucked again and she tried to act as though we never had. I think she was.