Neither had Daddy. “Ooh, ooh, they go to our school.” Daddy taught at my college. “They're brother and sister.”Jake and Evette Thompson were w...lking by, though the brother and sister weren't really paying attention to each other. I changed their dots' names and started typing. First Evette looked up from her phone and moaned, “I need my brother to fuck my pussy right here!” Then she fell to her knees. “Fuck me, bro!”“Shit!” Jake said while I kept typing at my phone's keyboard. Then I finished. Alex blinked several times and flailed to catch the edge of the bed. She struggled to stand straight again.“Thank you?” Alex bubbled with energy.“I can stand up for a moment, too?” I grinnedMax walked over, rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me lightly. “Nice try.”“What do you need me to do?” I asked.“Just listen,” she said. “I need you to know who I was, who I am, and who I’m gonna be.”“You’re a stunning, brilliant woman,” I said. “You’re my Max. Our Max.”“But I wasn’t always like. ”She said she knew that I was the smarter of her two “boys,” as she took me up the stairs and to the bedroom. She said she had found an old copy of Penthouse in the closet and began to read one of the letters. She explained that the letter was from a woman who supposedly had had sex with her stepson, and while she could never imagine having sex with Jeff, the thought of having sex with me got her gushing. She began undressing, and as she did so, she admitted to me that love honey was dripping. When a Sunday morning phone call causes that type of response, I guess you don’t call your friends often enough. In a fast flow of words I told her what had happened, what I was worried about and that I wanted to help, but couldn’t think of one single thing I could do. Before I started repeating myself she stopped me with a commandeering voice, told me to get dressed and to wait for her on my doorstep. ‘I’ll be right there’ she said before hanging up. I washed my face, brushed my hair and threw.