And just before the accident that took Robbys life, he and my dad had gotten into a fight. Robby was fine with the girl-twin being raised at the cabin...up-north, but he wanted the boy. He was only five, Dad sobbed, and that fucking idiot wanted to take the boy home with him and start using him. Now, Dad had mentioned earlier that they never used kids who were too young, …so we never touch them until theyve his puberty, he said. Robby argued that since the boy, Joe, was his son, his blood, that. The train we were taking was an early morning intercity without name. It was bloody expensive, and in our usual way, we went first class, which was referred to as VIA1. It was either first class, or the cheapest class. We never really went in between.Our train was called and we walked out to the platform, and there stood the train. Aluminum cars painted in garish blue and yellow VIA Rail livery, they had an odd hexagonal shape. We climbed the stairs into the car, to take in the garish brown. I’ll do your front.” I was really nervous. I turned over on my back and now my breasts and my vagina were in full view to her. I swallowed really hard and just tried to relax. She then squirted the oil all over my breasts and my stomach. She then sat down again on my legs and worked her hands all over my breasts. I could feel all sorts of sensations happening in my vagina. I was certain she was really turning me on. I really wanted her so much at the particular moment. She worked her hands. She had no bra on which was also unusual and her shirt was sticking to her nipples. “Did she even have panties on?” Billy wondered. “Just let me speak,” their mother started. “Billy, first, I am disappointed in you! An eleven year old? I know your hormones are going overtime but you need a little more control! But that is water under the bridge and you are one lucky fucker that you are not the one who got her pregnant or this would not be pretty.” “Second, you two are having sex aren’t you? You.