She finally spoke "If he had wanted a gang rape I would have been game. I'm kind of ashamed to say it out loud but I just did. What's wrong with me?" ... I raised her hand to my lips and kissed the back of her hand. I cleared my throat and said "I don't think there is anything wrong with you. You waited til college to have sex and once you discovered you truly liked it you enjoyed yourself. Whats wrong with that?" I paused for a minute. "The fact that you like multiple partners just means you. This is how it goes, and I'm going to be completely honest with you, no holding back. Judge me if you will, but you're going to get the truth!"Then, leaning forward, I fixed my eyes on his, and said, "Bob, I'm having sex with my sister. We make love occasionally, and I took her virginity. She gave it to me, actually, as she wanted to claim me as her own. I have no qualms about sleeping with her. I love her, and I am not sorry, nor am I feeling guilty about what we do. That's our life, and come. The lightning strike itself had been bad enough. They had been quite reassuring: his hearing would come back completely after a few hours. The firemen had covered the holes in the roof with a canvas sheet. The small amount of the chimney breastwork that had fallen through had missed anything of importance, but it had taken down two ceilings on the way. The torrential rain accompanying the summer storm had done the rest all on its own.Mike's mobile phone rang again. It was the garage, confirming. Both of them were nice together and I'm just their special middle man. If the situation was Max coming home however, it's a much more different story. When Max comes alone it's because he wants me and only me at the time. It's him so frustrated that he needs to get out his frustrations with hard sex, which I am happy to give. Now everyone knows the sort of guy that barges into his own place, dumps his stuff in a corner and just plays music loudly. Max does that too but for two great reasons..