And then there was Brooke. In the few days since the near-rape by her boyfriend Perry, my 15-year-old little sister had clung to my side like a second...skin. On the couch, she displaced one of the twins to lean against me while watching a movie. We played more video games and board games together in three days than we had in the previous three months. And when I had to drive out to fill up my mom's car with gas, Brooke even volunteered to give me some company just to stay in my orbit.There. ‘Where’s my Jiggy? I just can’t wait to talk with him, and see him read something!’‘Dad,’ the young lad says, ‘I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Jiggy was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Cape Breton Post. Then he suddenly turned to me and asked, ‘So, is your daddy still messing around with that little redhead working in the bakery at the grocery store?’’ The father groans and whispers, ‘I hope you shot that son of a bitch. Strong man scents always turned her to mush. Added to that attraction now was his image in front of her…There he was with no shirt on; his broad shldrs, olive skin, arms stretched above his head with his hands clasped behind his head. His dark curly hair was unruly in the humid summer heat of South Carolina. He had a narrow waist and a round ass that looked scrumptious inside those denim jeans.“Ahhhhhhh!”, she sighed a little too loudly. Ricky’s reflexes were instantly set on alarm. He scolded. "Fuck you" she said with pure disgust. "I will do no such thing." "OK, suite yourself." I said dropping her fat tit then turning to walk out the door. Just as I reached the door way when she called me back."OK, here." she said moving towards me. "But you better not come in my mouth." Miss Brodie warned.As she knelt, I laughed to myself."We will see who comes where."Miss Brodie took my cock out of my jeans and began slowly licking the knob and shaft. Holding it in her hand, she treated it like.