I'd learned to make and handle the stuff pretty safely, another side benefit skill learned from my selective late evening romancing, but this was stri...tly emergency use only stuff. Sometimes you just can't cover every base perfectly and have to trust to careful training, cool thinking (again not my best trait) and sometimes just luck ... or overwhelming firepower.My gut was dead certain that the pair of both official and private armies of investigators was going to be combing the entire area. I do get an occasional handjob from her, she says to keep me happy. But it doesn't always do the job. I have never cheated on her, though at times I can honestly say the thought crossed my mind. I know I would feel lousy but there are days I almost stray. This brings me to the story at hand. She still lives at her parents, with her mom and dad and brother. The parents are very nice, but I never got to know her brother Eric very well. He just turned 18 and is a quiet guy that is always polite. He's taking pictures, good! I feel him pull the blankets and sheet off me and feel him touch my firm butt."Daddy's wanted this for so long," he moans, moving closer to me and rolling me onto my pack. I mewl softly, still tired, and don't 'wake up' yet. I feel him move his hand up my nightgown, rubbing my tits softly, and I moan a little."Daddy? What're you doing?" I ask, the innocence in my voice perfectly pitched. He quickly pulls his hand out of my nightgown and kisses me on the cheek."Daddy. It took me a couple of minutes because I had to use the bathroom, brush my hair and get my shoes and coat on. I shut off my alarm before making my way back outside.The sun was just barely up enough to see my aunt and the man clearly. He was very tall and, judging by his straining coat, very muscular. His face was a mixture of Asian and African features, though his skin color was more towards tan than brown and he had no eyebrows."John," Claire gestured with her free hand, "this is my niece.