Before women, before sex, but after the discovery of pleasure. I remember the motion and the feeling; the pure wanton release of youth, and the unbeli...vable frequency of it. I blush, remembering the stiff stained sheets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips slide gently over the cloth at first, proud. "Tom was putting away canned goods in the walk-in closet pantry. There was only room for one, so I wandered over the fridge and took out a canned drink. A moment later, I let out a string of expletives I use only in extreme circumstances and hurled the beer into the sink.Gripping the cabinet I took deep breaths, trying to get things back in control, but the pungent assault of the beer on my senses was too much. I went into dry heaves. I felt like I was on a runaway merry-go-round."Easy, Son.". He wanted to have sex with me, or maybe it was just a sick fantasy. Either way, he was certainly going to town on himself, as he thought about fucking his own daughter. I couldn't help, but to put my right hand between my pussy lips. I inserted my fingers up in there, and began masturbating to my own father. If he was sick, then I guess I was sick too. I let out a few soft moans, but he didn't hear me. I focused more on his face, rather than his cock. I guess it was more about him, than the. ”“Hey!” It was Brandy who appeared offended. Her sister just shrugged, eyeing the husband lasciviously. This was all for comedic effect, by her forced laugh a moment later. Her future wedding party were twins. Brandy and Barbara were shortish sisters and natural blondes. They were twenty four, like Jewel, and Barbara, the unmarried, had taken to dyeing an underlayer of her hair a beautiful gradient of forest green through to sky blue. They were indistinguishable from behind and Barbara stood.