“Wow, I can’t wait until Friday night,” I whispered between heavy breaths. “Neither can I,” Stacy snorted. ”You may win the bet, but I’m...the one who will get my brains fucked out.”------------------ As Friday night rolled around I sat at the office scrambling to get some last minute work done. Leave it to the boss to give me a big project on the night I finally get to carry out my fantasy. Just as I was packing my things up I got a text from Stacy. “So lover, what’s the deal? Do you actually. ’ His words hung in the air between them. Kate felt giddy. What did she have to lose? ‘Okay,’ she said, ‘I’ll tell you what I wished for.’ She looked down for a moment, then back up at him. Her lips trembling, she breathed, ‘I wished for a birthday kiss.’ Dillon smiled. ‘I was hoping that was your wish.’ The cake and flowers fell by the way as he swept her into his arms and covered her lips with his. His lips pressed against hers, urging her mouth open as his tongue tickled at her. He wound. I returned and started snapping pictures. I had a hell of a woody going. Lupe didn't seem to mind. "Good idea," she said smiling. Jean regained her breath about then."No, Tim!" she screamed and covered her exposed tits with her arms."Put your arms down or I'll hurt you again," Lupe warned. Jean looked at her and saw that she was serious. She looked over to me as if pleading silently. The tears coursed down her cheeks but I didn't feel sorry for my sister at all. She'd brought this all on. I smugly allowed myself some of the credit for her many scholastic and athletic accomplishments. ‘Where are we going, Dad?’ wondered Brook. ‘You missed the turn for Route 6.’ ‘We’re going to celebrate winning districts, Sweetheart. I’ve heard that the new Hilton here in Wilkes-Barre is rumored to have one of the best restaurants around. I think we both deserve a big steak and a baked potato!’ I announced. ‘Dad, you’re the one that likes steak and potatoes! I’m going to order lobster! May I.