It was funny when they put our name down for a bake sale. We made three cakes together that didn't turn out to bad. At least someone might have felt s...rry for the cakes and bought them. I know it always brought me and the girls closer.A number of times they tried to get me dates but I told them that it was something I would need to do on my own when I was ready. It didn't stop them from talking about different women at church or whenever we went out for dinner.The women in their life was my mom. She strutted around in miniskirts and high-heels, wore too much makeup, and hung out with the oddest of friends. Beneath the surface she was a pretty eighteen-year-old girl with all the assets a young woman of her age could desire; a trim body, firm breasts, a cute butt and long slender legs. But she was a slut, and well on her way to a life of debauchery and eventual destitution. The problem was that Jamie was soon to be my step-daughter, and especially that her mother, Sharon, disagreed with. Veronica got most of the stares because her twin buttocks were rising like Swiss Alps into the lazy summer air.Jerry was reading a dirty comic book with pictures of almost-naked girls running away from horny guys with lust in their eyes. Poor Bettina was making a mess to pretending to be oblivious of his reading material but her eyes were glued to the book whenever he turned the page. She was certain he was not reading the words but simply looking at the stimulating pictures.Archie was on his. Paul and I waited and Pat laid Nancy on the bed and started to remove her clothes. First she opened her blouse and looked down at Nancy. She must have liked what she saw as she lowered her head and started licking around the edge of her bra. You could see her nipples become hard and stood out against the cloth of the bra. Damn I thought that looks good. It turns out Pat had enjoyed watching her husband give a blowjob to another man, so much, she decided to make love with a women and Nancy.