”Bridgett laughed and said, “I don’t want my father fucking me, I want my brother to fuck me.”Mom asked, “Why?”Bridgett just smiled at her...before saying, “Because he controls you! Because he called you his slut wife, his exhibitionist, and his sex slave. Because he tells you what to do. Because he told you to strip naked and get in bed with your son. Because he wanted you naked next to him. And because he wanted you to let him fuck you.”Mom looked away ashamed.Bridgett added, “He is not going. I noticed that her coat was missing and her revealing dress was now visible. A few ladies sitting to our right were looking at her scornfully."Where's your coat?" I asked."We dropped them off at the coat room," Ashley said.I nodded to Ashley's right. "Your outfit isn't receiving universal acclaim."Ashley looked over at them. I saw one purse her lips as if she had just swallowed a whole lemon. My love ignored the reaction and then turned to whisper in my ear. "I'd say fuck'em, but those sour. Slumping back to the seat with her still impaled on my dick, we rested, heart rates slowing. When she climbed off, she cupped her hand beneath her body to catch my come then ate it from her palm. I zipped up and we sat side-by-side overlooking the building site, the post-coital silence now seemingly customary.Thoughts were spiraling inside my head. The brunette's body, primarily. Our future, if we had one. The thoughts were invaded by the immediate problems at hand. I had to get to Sadie. Get. All I could think about for the next several days was how hot Terri looked and sounded and the way she had looked at me when she noticed I was watching them fuck. She had been so cool. She seemed to like it that I was watching.I was a sophomore in high school and Danny and Terri were seniors. I saw her occasionally at school after that day and she seemed to smile bigger and be a lot friendlier. I started to get hard ever time I saw her. Danny was a lucky bastard, She was fucking gorgeous and.