After that we started coffee and breakfast. Those smells motivated my sisters though slowly. I said, "Unless you want to eat while the table is moving... get a move on. The bus leaves shortly."Marianne said, "He is a cruel brother. Maybe Karen isn't making him happy."Irene said, "No, she has brought him up from a minus eight to a minus two in personality."Karen looked up at their grinning faces. "Move fast or I will throw it out or let Brad have seconds." She grinned even more. "Though it. I would behappy to watch a live big meat pounding and satisfying mom pussy-maybe if it’s Lee’s dad.How would I go about getting Lee’s dad to fuck my mom, I wonder. As years went by, the marriage didn’t get on well and dad eventually left us. I was left to console mom then and she somehow did well to overcome the whole thing.Lee’s family was very consoling and they became very close to us. When Lee and I turned 18, we parted ways-Lee went to another state for higher studies and I stayed for. That's what Debby had told her men called it. Boys had a pecker and girls had a pussy. Fred's pecker looked awfully big and purple and hard. "See here girl? This is something good, you know. My pecker has to be good. It's what men use to make babies and that's good, ain't it? Of course it is. Touch it girl. See what it feels like. Go on." She reached out and traced one finger up the hard pecker. From the bottom by the two round balls and up to the tip top. It was leaking a little. Maybe Fred. And he was kind enoughnot to take advantage of me when I was vulnerable.But when I look at his sweet smiling face I thinkmaybe I really am ready. Now that it's too late. Afterawhile it seems there is nothing better to do thango to our afternoon classes. What they are all aboutI have no idea. We only have eyes for each other. I havea sense of unease that by mid-afternoon becomes acute.I still don't know his plans for the summer, and I'mafraid to come right out and ask him if they includeme. Boys.