”“Nice. Fourth choice. I’ll live with that.”“You know what we need?” Desi asked. “We need to take a break. Well, I do, anyway. I can’t...remember the last time I spent a day without one or more of you. Even though no one went out last night, we still saw each other at school and hung out at lunch.”“Getting tired of us, hot stuff?” Joan jabbed at her.“No! But I’ve got like eight weeks of farts bottled up inside that I haven’t dared let out and I want to go someplace alone where I can let ‘em rip.”. I visualize now being asked to look around the house and check out the study room to look-over his computer. How was I to know that the door I opened was his daughter’s bedroom!As I opened the door I heard a faint groaning noise; so I realized this wasn’t the study; but it was! The sight before me was of my brother’s 17 year old daughter Carrine and her brother Kyle, who was fucking her from behind whilst she watched the laptop which was showing a porno film! … “Hello, Uncle James!”, she spoke. "Yeah, I was, wasn't I," she observed and without further ado turned on her heel and was gone leaving me to finish dressing and ruminate on the way home about losing my virginity.My puzzlement about Lana's matter of factness and businesslike manner at making love was answered a few days later when I found out that Lana and three other girls were having a contest to see who could lay the most boys in a week's time.It all began to make sense. Yeah, she had used me, but we both had gotten what we. I would just smile at them, leaving them to try to figure it out for themselves. At times I wanted so bad to whisper in their ears, “I can’t wait for my dad to fuck me tonight.” Naturally I could never SAY that but I certainly fantasized about it, trying to picture their shocked responses. In my dreams they would all beg to come home with me and have my dad fuck them too. Sitting in the girl’s restroom with my hand planted firmly on my swollen clit, I would fantasize about what it would be.