“You know the old saying, blondes have more fun?”Brad looked at his beautiful Abby and her rich brunette-coloured hair in perfect style. “I can�...�t picture you as a blonde,” he said, running several strands of her soft, straight hair through his right fingers. “Besides, I’m very sure I’m partial to brunettes, a certain brunette in particular,” he added, smiling at her.Brad thought for a moment and then added, “Just think of it like this, brunettes taught blondes, how to have fun.”“That’s cute. "We're going camping with you," Candy informed me gravely."What?" This was news to me."We're going camping with you," she repeated, without a change in her intonation. She'd reached the stage where any adult she met was an idiot studying to be a moron — and flunking the course. Clearly, she was unimpressed with the prospect of camping with Uncle George."Ginny," I called to my sister, who by now had gathered her youngest spawn by the hand and was steering her to my door, "nice to see you. What's. ” Then he started rubbing her asshole. She moved away a little, unsure of what he was doing. “Now listen, Lyss. I’m going to fuck your ass.” At that, Alyssa scrabbled up the bed, away from Brad. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back down. “No, no, baby girl. It’ll be just fine. You want to make your big brother happy, right?” Alyssa definitely did. After all, he had given her an amazing orgasm. “I’ve heard it hurts, though.” “It probably will, since you’ve got this nice virgin asshole. It’s. ? Maria scooted over to the middle of the front seat.Tom rubbed his hand on her knee, looked at Maria and smiled. ?It?s gonna be okay, honey. Everything is gonna be just fine.? Maria smiled, and then heard laughter from the back seat.As they drove, it seemed to Maria like it had to be further than two miles, but she was just upset that her and Tom didn?t get to drive there alone.Something else odd in the car, the guys in the back were not talking at all, a very odd silence consumed everyone..