I stopped playing with her hair long enough to massage both of her hands.When I was finished with her hands, she hopped on the bed with me. “In my ...edroom, there is a bottle of baby oil on the vanity. Can you get it for me, please?” I walked into her bedroom, got the baby oil, and returned. She hadn’t moved a muscle. I put the oil on the floor near the bed.She took off her white socks and said, “Now would you massage my feet for me, please?” she asked.Now, I this was a request. And I am. " "So, let me do you here," he said rather forcefully. "No way. I'm not doing anything out here," Sandy said leaving no room for compromise. "Okay, let's have a drink in my cabin." "Alright but just a drink." He grabbed her nipple chain and led Sandy to a cabin a few doors down from number three. The man still hadn't introduced himself when they stepped inside the room. He poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels. "Ya want some?" he asked gruffly. She said she didn't drink whiskey. "Okay,. Kyle just nodded as he was being taken away. He watched as his sister's blew sweet kisses at him. Then he just watched them disappear.The girls rode the city bus back home since school was almost out anyway they might as well go back home. They didn't speak just rubbed on their bellies feeling sad that they'd have to give away their brother's babies. Every man on the bus seemed to stare at the girls. They almost looked like twins. Their blue eyes searched the bus as they kept seeing more men. Still breathing sharply, Jeff rolled over and sank both lips over Monty’s. Their kiss was long, and deeply passionate. A few heart felt minutes later, their kiss broke, and Jeff whispered, “This was way better than any fantasy. Happy birthday Monty!” Monty was a bit too exhausted to speak, and Jeff was looking at him with their eyes connected to one another. Jeff spoke, “I might be a bit out of line, but Monty, I could spend the rest of my life making love to you. For years now, I’ve loved you.