Mere seconds later at my ankles, I rejoiced inside at being home free and wrestled the panties over the straps of my sandals. They snagged on the heel...and I frantically fought to pull them off. And froze. Laptop Guy was staring straight at me. Well, not into my pupils. The atomic bomb had landed, its epicentre between my thighs. With my legs raised and me hunched forward trying to release the underwear from my shoes he had a clear view right up my skirt. A sinking feeling of dread took over;. ” My father had somehow moved all the way onto my bed and was rubbing my sister’s leg. She sat there with her mouth agape and staring at him, not accepting but clearly not rejecting my father’s words. I don’t think I was ready to see that quite yet. I grabbed my sister by the waist and brought her to me.“If you’re gonna be nothing but a slut as well, then maybe you should go join your slut mother while the men speak!” Her eyes welled with tears at the blunt nature of my pseudo command but I was. " What are you on about?" I inquired, "I've tried to keep out of your way all afternoon." Look brother," she pointed her finger at me, "you're stripped down to a pair of small shorts, your chest all bare and sweaty, what do you expect, they're healthy young girls with normal appetites you know." But sis," I said totally bemused by her comments."No but," she said, "it's time you put up and stop working my friends into a lather."Then after a short pause."So which one do you fancy most?" she. "Reality sucks. I wished I could retreat back into my cocoon, but my bubble had dissolved and I knew I couldn't live there anymore. I interrupted him, "No, I'm going to be fine. I just miss your mother..." I struggled not to break down. "More than I can say, but I need some time to absorb all this. Don't come too early in the morning. I'll probably stay up a while and sleep in."He gave me a firm hug and left without another word. I looked around the house. I hadn't been able to remove a single.