"Come in Michael," I heard over the soft music coming from her stereo. Iopened the door and walked in, suddenly feeling horribly self consciousand ash...med."Hi Kelly," I said, trying to force some cheer into my voice and, Isuspect, failing miserably. Kelly looked up from her bed where she wassat up reading a magazine. At eighteen, she was three years older thanme, but she was very slightly built. She had inherited Dad's figure. Itook after our mother. I was tall for my age, easily the tallest. Sure, I won't make judgements, maybe that's good when I tell you my story. So?" So, it was someone I'd known a long time and someone I loved and trusted. Uh, it was my brother, Phil." Geez, your brother. Maybe you don't want to talk about it. Sorry." No, I don't mind. Not really." Don't, if you'd rather not." No, it's okay."We were always pretty close and got along well. I was a bit of a tomboy and we were horsing around one afternoon, home alone, and ended up wrestling on the floor. I was on. He had so many wives that some woman would spend almost a year before finally sharing carnal pleasures with their King. The exception to the rule were the most beautiful of his wives, Vashti, his first wife and the Queen. The other women in the harem feared and loathed her not only for her beauty but also her wile and vanity, being the King's favorite wife, and that she was the great-granddaughter of King Nebuchadnezzar II, the granddaughter of King Amel-Marduk and the daughter of King. ." But despite the feelings of titillation, the Demerol and fatigue were simply too much for her and Jessica Stewart drifted into a pleasant sleep filled with dreams of her husband slipping a gown from her shoulders and exposing her swollen breasts as he suckled one nipple while caressing the other."Jessica, sweetheart, it's only a coincidence," intoned Marge."But Marge, he began suckling me immediately. the nurse said it sometimes takes days -- that some babies even have to be taught to.