I'm glad Dad loves me enough to put up with my infrequent appearances. I don't know how my mother feels. Haven't seen her since I was a kid. From what...I remember of her, I'm assuming she's in either a prison, a mental ward, or an urn (she was very freaked out at the thought of being buried). If she's anywhere else, fuck her! She hasn't reached out to me, so I don't want anything to do with her.Anyway, like I said, my lack of innocence doesn't stop at sexual encounters. I also tend to steal. "You talking to me, Shit-for-Brains?" I grinned at him."Shit for brains? Me? I'm not the one who's got the brown eyes, oh observant one." Just because the eyes are brown doesn't mean I'm full all the way up to there with bullshit, like a certain overconfident running back I happen to know," I shot back."Hey, not overconfident, just sure of my abilities," he replied. "Besides, I'm not the one who was walking out of the party Friday looking like I was constipated and in some serious pain," he. I was the only one with coffee. There were sausage biscuits on a platter for anyone. I reached over and grabbed two to start. There were small paper plates and I used one. I saw squeeze bottles for mustard and other things. I used the mustard. I didn’t really care what the other bottles might contain.I stopped for an instant and offered a quick, silent prayer for a safe trip and the food. I started to eat and sip my coffee. I nodded at the other three.Roger said, “Good morning, Jar.” He paused.. There were a few seconds of silence during which I struggled to figure out why the newly arrived sister seemed so shocked by her siblings presence in the living room. Had the intense sex session I had just fantasized about really taken place? But the lack of cum and the fact that I was still fully clothed told me it had all taken place in my head. Then why is she freaking out? I wondered. Fortunately, the answer was soon provided. Wh&hellip, what do you mean? stuttered the seated twin as she.