"No pizza for us, Trevor. I promised omelets, and I'm going to make omelets." But you..." I was just a little overly ambitious, that's all. I'll skip ...he biscuits I was going to make. Just omelets, plain and simple. I'll need, hmm, six eggs. And some salt and pepper and onions and green pepper and -- do you have any ham?" Trevor shuffled around the kitchen, pulling out her requests, still trying to talk her out of it."Really, Aunt Frankie," he said as he handed her the peppermill, "pizza would. The longer I sat in the boat with my parent the more ridiculous my nighttime thoughts became. Around noon I decided that it was all my own imagination, my dad couldn't want me that way. Not only did I convince myself of his pure thoughts, I started to experience small nagging doubts. Why wouldn’t he want me that way? I was nineteen, a full grow woman, he was a healthy, and (I had to secretly admit) an appealing, handsome man. We were alone with each other for a hundred miles in any. He was telling me how to suck him in between his moans. Soon he told me he was going to cum and I needed to swallow it all. Before I had a chance to protest, he grabbed me by the hair, holding my mouth over his cock as he came down my throat. After he was done cumming he let me up, and he asked me what I thought. Its alright, I smiled. He smiled and looked over at Brian, who had a conflicted look on his face. Its Brians turn now, Todd said. Brian looked shocked. Dude, shes my sister!. Since Kell never made any move for me other than being my spotter in the gym, I figured he was off-limits. Then after a week of daily workouts, Kell asked me out for a beer. The fact that he was a big handsome blonde with a ten inch limp dick made me say yes. But I still thought he was off-limits. The first clue I got that this was going to be a date and not just a beer together was when Kell held the door for me like a complete gentleman while I got into his little Porsche sports car. I was.