She didn’t even have on a bra! Shit, I could plainly see the imprints of her newly-formed pubescent breasts and nipples! Damn, she could have least ...ut on the ratty old robe she usually wore! Why, she’d never paraded around in front of me in only her underwear before! I heard her speaking, “Morning Dad. Why didn’t you wake me? I could have cooked you bacon and eggs. Have we got anymore corn flakes?”Without awaiting an answer, she strode to a high cabinet and reached up to open it. Her shirt. . I loved both of them, I couldn't help it. I didn't love Bambi though and I only sorta almost loved the twins, Angie and Stacy, but yeah, I could probably love them too just because they were so completely awesome and they'd let me fuck them.No, I decided, I couldn't fall in love with them too! God! That would be totally insane, loving four girls who were all thirteen-years-old and especially best friends! They'd kill me if they ever found out about each other, except they all knew about Jules. I could smell his potent body odor fill my nostril, and felt his sweat drip from his chest onto my shoulder, all of which only made my cock throb harder than ever."Hey, relax" he said, calmly but firmly. I stopped squirming against him, and accepted that Mr. Adams had seen my erection, and that he was truly okay with it. I took a deep breath and looked down—my cock was pinned to the left and violently throbbing against my thin briefs. My briefs covering my cock head were soaked in precum, more. Did you say you hated Christmas?" a voice beside me enquired.Bugger, I must have voiced my thoughts out loud, I hadn't intended to. But it was what I was thinking."Yeah. What's everyone got to be so fucking happy about? Disturbing my peace, that's bleeding what!" I replied without looking at whoever had addressed me."Now, come on, my friend, that's not quite the attitude you should have. It is Christmas, you know. A time for happiness and good will to all men; they're all just trying to enjoy.