It never happened.It never could have happened, because it is based on a false premise. For the fantasy to be true, I would have to have had an older ...rother - and I didn't.In fact, my lack of an older brother is a major element of my life.The reality is that I was the oldest of several children. The fact that I was the first born - and a daughter, not a son - was an irritant to my father. It wasn't how he envisioned his family.As a girl I wasn't - and could never be - my father's eldest son.. Steve fucked her gently until she ordered him to speed up. He sprayed her pretty butt with his warm cream. I was next. She was so open and slippery; I sunk out of sight in just a few strokes. Soon I was as empty as Steve and Darlene was wonderfully FULL. She also had the biggest smile on her face I had ever seen. We filmed the next anal session.One of my favorite things was when she licked and sucked our cocks. Her dad’s cock was different from mine. His was slightly longer but mine was. He whispered after dinner. “Two can play at this game.” He dedicated himself to finding the replacement collar.The next morning, I found the old one on my nightstand. I tucked it under my pillow before Garrick awoke. While he showered, Andrew walked into his parents’ bedroom, naked. “Did he see it, Mom?”“You won’t gain anything if he finds it.” I warned.He held out his hand. I retrieved it, passed it to him and walked into the bath. He didn’t follow.He left it between the toaster oven and the. The wind shifted and I caught another smell suddenly, faint but distinctive and I came to a sudden stop, my heels digging into the dirt as I dropped to my hands and crouched there. It was blood, fresh and near, and I crept to the edge of the meadow and found it on the grass. The long, broad leaves were stained near a trampled path freshly made and I could smell the musk of the animal that had passed recently, only minutes before. A deer, injured and bleeding, but not so badly. It had been.