The previous evening he'd spent a good hour in the shower, scrubbing grass stains off his knees and invisible dirt off his skin. He'd felt awful once ...he afterglow had passed, leaving him cold and confused and feeling violated. His parents hadn't missed the dullness of him, asked him how his day at college had been. Those questions he could answer easily enough, but when his father had asked him what he'd done in his free period he'd choked half to death on a mouthful of mashed potato and. I opted for the latter, I was going to have the full experience that my unnamed sister’s who came before me had so I could fully understand their pain. I kneeled there motionless breathing hard trying not to disclose the anger I felt. Jim kicked me in my side bruising two of my ribs, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional fighters and simply rolled into a protective ball. Jim pulled me up by my hair and dragged me into the bedroom; then threw me face first on the bed. Still. He also learnt that some 11 year olds get tired. He ended up carrying one back on his shoulders. Another young female groin far too close to him. They followed a thirteen year old who walked with a natural wiggle that would have done credit to a catwalk. Melissa-Gaye, the girl on his shoulders, said “Clive, she’s really sexy isn’t she?” How do you answer that when the girl can hear you as well?“Yes.” was all he said, and swore he saw her walk with more of a spring in her step.“Harry?” Clive. "You OK dear?" I looked down and saw a marching band from Jefferson high school going by. "Woo!" I yelled, "go Democrats!" The woman gave me an odd look, turned back to the parade and lit another cigarette. Dad was fully inside me. I felt stuffed and it still stung, but it also felt good. I started to rock a little and it felt good. I heard a groan from the room behind me. He began to thrust in and out. It felt so good. I looked down and my downstairs boy now had one hand in his pants rubbing.