That's not to say we didn't get close to being caught now and then. I vividly remember the first time we almost got caught. My parents were out somewh...re, though I can't quite remember where they'd gone. I was sure they'd be gone for hours, so I'd brought Barney home because I was horny. We raced into my room and I shut and locked the door. I ripped my clothes off as fast as I could, laid down on the bed with my legs spread wide and dangling over the edge. Barney didn't need any urging. He was. It wasn't until years later that I realized I was eating my own potential brothers and sisters. By the time I was fifteen, it reached it's lowest point. By then, my father was calling me Sissyboy and Faggot. He asked me almost every week if I was getting any pussy, and when I told him no, he would make fun of me, and even slap me around a little. > I had no interest in dating girls. I would have died to be able to date Tommy Fredricks, the captain of the football team. But he was fucking some. He was so handsome. He had matured into a hunk, his body muscular and strong, grown to his full strength. He grinned as his eyes flicked from me to our mom devouring Natti. “They are both beautiful.”“You hear that, cutie,” I moaned, staring down at my daughter. Her tongue flicked up to my clit. “Your daddy is getting hard watching you.”“He is!” Natti whimpered. “Oh, Daddy, Daddy! Watch us. It’s great. She’s licking me. Oh, Daddy, this is incredible! Mommy’s going to make me cum.”“Am I going to. And it was soo hard it felt as if there is no skin. By the time Rakesh’ hand was moving over my shoulder and slowly came down to my waist. I was enjoying and I guess even he was. Slowly his hands moved to my ass and I saw a bulge in his jeans. I was not in favor of all that was happening but at the same time, I was also liking it so I let it goo. I came close to him and we hugged.His hand was moving on my ass at the same frequency as I was breathing. Slowly they came on the zip and he unzipped.