Of course, I pulled my hand up and called out, "Yeah, come in," and in came all three sisters to crowd around my bed."All three of you? What's up?"The...'re looking at me, then each other, all smiling, Sue nods at the middle of my covers and they all begin giggling."Oh, nothing, little brother. What's that? What's under there?" Lori asked pointing at the rise in the covers.While they're teasing me, I'm also looking at them. Each one has on a teeshirt. Yes a teeshirt and what seemed like panties. Unfortunately I knew exactly what 'need' she was referring to. Pam wanted a ROAD TRIP. I tried to convince my wife that we could invite a few guys over this up coming weekend to fuck her, but she was adamant; nothing short of a 'road trip' would be sufficient to scratch her itch.When asked, we tell people that Pamela cannot have children because of a childhood illness. The truth is much more sinister than that. When my wife was thirteen, she experimented sexually with her fourteen year old boy. Now, with the Sa’arm presence, truly desperate people breached the borders in almost every possible way. Refugees even smuggled themselves into Canada and risked crossing the border near the Swarm’s presence in hopes of avoiding capture. The Sa’arm killed many of these, even more were unintentional victims of the napalming designed to slow the advancing Swarm.Yet, politicians protecting their reelection prospects, continued to cling to old, emotionally based policies, diverting resources needed. Allison opened the refrigerator door. Wait, what’s that? A covered dish with a note on it. She smiled and pulled out the heavy glass pan. ‘Kids: in case you get hungry during or after your adventures, simply bake this at 350 degrees for ten minutes. Love, Mom.’I should have realized mom would do something like this. But when could she have found the time to put something like this together? Doesn’t really matter. Allison set the oven for 350. Considering how much I hated Kara for so long,.