With me as one of the more than willing participants.One night, after my step-daughter and her friends were upstairs asleep, my sexual buildup had got...en so bad that I knew I was going to take a long, hot shower, lather myself up, and have a mind blowing orgasm, exploding all over the shower, fantasizing about what I wish we would have done earlier in the living room. As much as we'd gotten into truth and dare, it never went as far as I'd have liked it to sexually. I just was hesitant and. Tonight."I had serious doubts that I could go on with her now. The way she had gotten even had been too much... far too much. I also knew that I had to think about things and decide the best course of action for me now as well. I decided to go home for at least one night."I'll get my things... be home in a while." NO. WE will get your things and go home together." Sharon... why? Why would you come after me? After what I did, after your... getting even... why?" You don't get it? I still love you. I had my 17 year old brother Jaymie in my arms, his face buried into my tits and my hand around his cock. I lay there for a few minutes before he woke up, he looked up at me and looked me in the eyes he brought himself up and kissed my lips his tongue working its way around my mouth. As we broke our kiss I stood up to put something on when I saw a note pushed under my door. It read: Me and dad have gone away for the weekend and your sister wont be back till tomorrow so feed the dog and make. Emotions that I had buried under selfish fun and sexual depravity erupted as explosively as an orgasm, but with no pleasure and peace to follow, just a towering wall of long-concealed grief for parents who had loved and cared for me, as I did for them, and yet they'd gone to their graves believing the very worst of me. Grief that I had pushed back and back with sex, drugs, visits to the House in the Woods, grief that could no longer be contained, because there was nowhere else for it to.