"Why did you wake up this early ?" I asked."I can't sleep." She said."Hah. I woke up at 5am." I said."Wow. You sure did wake up early. I heard you mak...ng something in the kitchen." She said."Yeah. I was making coffee." I said. "If you want, there is coffee for you too." I added."Thanks." She said and went into the kitchen.She came back sipping a cup of coffee."Yum. It's good. You make better coffee that mom." She said."Thanks." I replied."Is there any of that better than mom's coffee left for. Katie’s mother was born and raised in an Oregon commune. Katie too. Katie inherited many of her mother’s traits. Dope. Folk music. A casualness about sex. “Jefferson could be their father. Probably is.”Katie wasn’t precisely sure who had impregnated her. Either time.But she had been sure about getting her son some pussy. “Mama told me it’d be easy to get him laid at Sunburst.” The Oregon commune. But Katie was impatient, “Adam can already dry cum.”She never could explain exactly why she was so. Giving head has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. When I was younger, a friend of mine and I used to jack each other off. I wanted to try oral sex, but he moved away before I had the chance. I assume this isn’t your first time,” I said.Laughing and shaking their heads, Mark and Hank looked at each other. “Mark and I have been fooling around together since we were in high school.”“So, how does my sister fit into this?” I said, noticing the look on their faces. “Jill told me about the. Last was the hood. He brushed back his collar-length blond hair(brunette originally, but Juno had invited a girlfriend over to dye itfor him) and put his head through the neck hole, pulling the snug hooddown and getting the opening centered around his features. It made himlook girly and silly and he hated it. But what could he do? His wifewas the breadwinner in the family, with a consulting business she hadbuilt in partnership with another go-getter. Some clever strategies anda few lucky.