She just smiled again…Ana allowed me to watch her get dressed only because she knew that my cock was getting hard inside of my trousers. She said th...t she had been invited to a party. Ana then added that I had also been invited; but she declined for me, saying I would be busy at home…I stared at her as she dressed. She was pulling up a brand new pair of black stockings and fastening them to her garter belt. I offered her if I could help; but she just said no, because she was sure that I would. Hair combed back and gelled, freshly shaved, and smelling of an expensive cologne. The only concession to our previous night's drunken debauchery seemed to be the aviator-style sunglasses covering his eyes."Good morning my friend," His voice resonated around in my head, his amusement unmistakable as he greeted me with all the cheerfulness of a fresh-faced six-year old, "And how are you this fine morning?"I looked at him through the one eye I managed to focus with through its half open lid, "How. Brown continued. "That was when Hurricane Floyd hit. God damn if the river just kept rising and rising. The airport, the bridges and most of district seven was under water. Your mother had warned me that something like this might happen and damn if she wasn't right." Something you kept telling Charles the entire time," Mrs. Meisel said in such a way that Catalina knew it was a fond memory. "I'm just glad he left town when the waters dropped. The chicken shit was terrified that it would flood. Both of their tongues were large and strong, so it was hard to tell which one was penetrating me. Whoever it was, they were doing a great job- I moaned, giving away that I was awake.Then I realized that the face pressed up between my ass cheeks was too narrow to be my father’s. I opened my eyes and saw my father’s smiling face next to me. I was right; it was my brother tonguing my hole.I smiled back at my father. “Good morning, dad.”“Good morning, Gabe. How did you sleep?”“I always sleep good.