Holly felt a tug on her trouser leg. ‘Mama, cake.’ Holly’s three-year-old daughter was smiling up at her. Holly bent and picked Sasha up. ‘Su...e honey cakes.’ I was standing in the doorway holding my three-month-old son, David, staring at the pandemonium of kids wanting cake. The fourth addition to our family, my middle child, Charlotte, was sitting in the lounge watching Sponge Bob Square Pants, not that the two-year-old understood anything. Holly beat me with Sasha but I beat her again with. Both siblings were on the verge of climax when Steve took his middle finger and pushed it into his sister’s tight asshole.“Oh fuck Steve… YESSSSSS,” Sarah screamed as her brother’s finger penetrated the elastic ring of flesh, still lubricated from his earlier pussy licking and fucking. Sarah could feel her brother’s finger deep in her rectum, and that feeling combined with his cock in her pussy, and her own finger on her clit had the teenage girl teetering on the edge of orgasm. The only. Well, I know my way around girls." I figured that. That makes you perfect, the other girls wont wonder about it too much. I guessed that the girls you date know they are safe, whatever you do." Figures, they never talk about me." Oh, they do. They say you're a really nice guy, and they don't say it in a nasty way."Ah, well. Small comforts."One more thing, Pete." Uh-oh."You have to meet my dad first." Sure ... when I pick you up on prom night." No, before that." He wants to meet you now ... or. “Patience,” a whisper broke in over the hissing static. “Translation is almost complete.”The static ceased and world collapsed into a white void.“What do you see?” the whisper said.“White: I see all white,” Porter said but he was sure his lips, where ever they were, did not move.“Ah, a mere tweak from you visual cortex, and you should see...” the whisper tapered off.“A beach,” Porter said.“A pleasant image that should put you at ease,” the whisper said. Unfortunately the sand was a brighter.