Dad had picked her up out of the bed, comforter and all. It trailed after him now like the train on a wedding gown. Tara hurried to pick up the end of...the comforter and wrap it securely around Angie.Dad looked at me.“Are you sure there was someone there? Could this be your brain playing tricks on you?”Everyone looked at me.“I know you sometimes find it hard to tell the difference,” he continued.For the first time, I stopped and thought about it. Dad was right. It was probably my stupid brain.. She doesn’t have a look of envy; she is too busy with a hand down her cleavage and another up her dress. It turns me on even more.I hide the fact that Dahlia is watching us. I don’t want Carol to know, in case it upset her. I know how happy she is and don’t want to spoil it. I also don’t want Dahlia to be mad that I spend a bunch of time playing with Carol when we are supposed to be working. Even more important, I don’t want the girls to get the wrong idea and think it is OK to be fooling. Admittedly at the time, I never expected it but at thirteen years of age, I would never had to consider that it would have happened. Growing up , I had a good number of friends and acquaintances. One "older guy" (about 18) had been k**ding around with me for sometime about rolling and horsing around with friends by wrestling with them and knocking each other to the ground. At that age, I never even gave it a second thought, but was reminded of it every time I saw him.One day he asked me to go. Sitting down beside Robin and handing one of the Cokes over her silent body to Jennifer on the other side a few drops of condensation fell onto her naked midriff."Jesus Paul, that's cold." Oh sorry."Paul started to wipe the water away with his hand, only after making contact with her warm skin did he realize what he was doing, actually touching his sister, her smooth naked belly. Robin was letting him to because after looking up he could see her eyes were closed, she didn't mind at all. He.