"This is the life isn't it Lisa, a pitcher of great Margaritas and a beautiful young woman to share them with, life doesn't get much better than that....I was sitting there staring at what was now protruding out of the leg of his shorts and finding it hard to believe that the head of a mans penis could possibly be that large, I'd always thought Tim's was probably about average for a man, but Bill's was much larger than Tim's.I have no idea what prompted me to slip out of my lounge chair and onto. “You never asked.” I stopped again, frustrated at the second interruption. “Are you saying that all I have to do is ask to see yours and you’d show it to me?” “Uh-huh,” she replied. I bit my bottom lip. We were siblings! This wouldn’t go over right with our friends at school; even worse, if Dad caught us… “What if we get caught?” I asked. “So you want to see it then?” she teased. “Yah,” I replied. “I would.” I heard her move below me. “Dad’s passed out; he’s been drinking all evening.” I. “You were too soft with him, Carla. How often did I tell you not to spoil the boy like that? Now, look where it's gotten us. I should have known. I should have fucking known!”Tears rolled down Carla's face as she heard the accusation. “Charles, I... I—“ she tried, struggling for words.“The fuck are you looking for excuses, woman? You knew, didn't you? Lying bitch!”Despite how hurtful his words were, Carla heard an undertone of fear in his voice, the defensive fear of being cornered. She could. He told me that in that room there would be no pictures at all and put the camera down. That's when things began to change. He took the paper, put it on a table and turned to me. He told me to take off my clothes, now! I pulled my dress off over my head and stood before him naked. He took my dress, purse and keys and said, "You will get these back when I feel you deserve them." He grabbed my arm and led me to the living room. The couch was the only thing in the room which hadn't been moved..