Now, get back to your studies, while I try to sort out the home front. Maybe we can make sense of all this. I doubt it, but it’s possible.”“You ...ere serious about talking with Mom and Dad?” he asked.“Let me have a serious talk with Kim and Vicki, and then we’ll drag you in, if you still reside in the state.”“Ain’t going nowhere, sir.”“Good. After that, I think a meeting of the two soon to be joined families would be in order. And her birthday’s coming up. Fourteenth. That seems to be the magic. Most of the references said incubi were justifications for women who got pregnant unexpectedly. Nuns, for example. It was also postulated that incubi were invented to explain sleep paralysis. That was Peter’s original theory on my symptoms. There wasn’t a whole lot of advice about how to get rid of one. Exorcism might work. Wiccan sources suggested Wiccan rituals. Christian sources suggested prayer and holy water. Medical papers suggested anti-depressants. All the sources save the medical ones. She had the perfect body in my mind.My day continued normally. I went to work at the hardware store, using my lunch break to beat off once more. On Fridays, I always had to stay late. I had to clean the store up by myself and make sure everything was in order. I arrived home at around 10:30. The lights were all off at my house. My parents, my sister, and I were going to our cabin by the lake for the weekend. We were leaving very early in the morning and I knew they wanted to go to bed as early. I reach down and give my cock another yank, just to help it catch up with the rest of me. Still, I like the boxers. They make my fuzzy arse look pert from the rear, being that much too small, and my insubstantial package more prominent from the front. Not that there is anyone to see. Bloody hell. The mass of hair surrounding it though. I'm sure someone cranked up the pube dial in my DNA to 11. It's like a bloody forest down there. Dense, wiry, dark brown, hair announces my insignificant cock.