At some point we got up, both took a shower and went up to her room. she called simon to break up with him and later when her dad came home she introd...ced me as her new boyfriend.--the next day i went over to simon's house as i had a lot to talk to him about. i went up to his door and gave a buzz. a few seconds passed and then his younger sister olivia opened the door."hi frank how are you doing" i'm fine, thanks. olivia listen: is your brother at home? i really need to talk to him." he is not. She turned me down!When I had asked her (I didn't do on the bended knee bit!) she had looked at me in a mixture of surprise, pleasure, sadness, love and what could have been guilt. All these emotions, and a few others too swift to identify, flickered across her face. She put her arms around my neck, hugged me, and said in a tearful voice."Oh Dewey, that's the nicest thing I've ever been asked ... but I can't!"She stayed holding me for a few minutes and then said "Let's sit down and I'll explain. Today it felt different, daddy was aware of the changes coming over me, he could smell me, that I am sure, and as if to confirm we both prolonged our customary morning greeting, daddy was touching my anal protuberance, as the cotton of the t-shirt was more like a second skin, and as we kissed his mouth was relaxed and our tongues touched.We broke of as I looked into his eyes, 'Love you I said', daddy smiled, and I bent in again and kissed him full mouth and he responded, and for the first time. Calling him a bastard really shocked me, but then I realised that he was and it helped so much. And you said a really nice thing that I never forgot, that I was lovely. I thought about that remark a lot in the bad times. Thank you. Now, will you come to supper and join in with the family? Both girls are home.’ I was grateful to take my mind off brooding at home on my own, so I turned up with a bottle of wine and a bottle of coke for the girls. I realised my mistake when the door opened, as did.