I rub myself there all the time and pretend it’s you. It’s Daddy I’m calling out every time I come. I sometimes think it will always be Daddy. ...o you remember when I was sixteen and we went to the Grand Canyon and you got me a motel room next to yours? I could hear you through the thin wall, Daddy, fucking Mom. I was so jealous. And then later, when you knocked on my door to say goodnight, do you remember how I sat up in bed and my right breast was exposed? I pretended I was unaware of it and. And, she filled out these clothes very nicely, as well. She was slender, five foot eight, one hundred fifteen pounds, just a wonderful figure, a smile that lit up the room and auburn hair that had an amazing sheen. Oh, I was a goner.We were both waiting tables, that scourge of a job so many high school and college kids get into to try to stash away some savings. Well, we were soon dating, then steadily, then an item. Beth had the use of one of her parent's cars and she took me home each night. "Not quite going inside, just around in circles," she said, breathing heavily."Put it in, Riley," I said. "Put your fingertip in." Oh god," she moaned, arching her back. "It's in -- Mark, it's in, sliding a finger in and out of me, so wet..."I stroked myself faster, telling her about it. "My cock is as hard as steel now, Riley. I'm gripping myself even harder, feeling my balls start to tighten now, wishing you were touching them with your sweet hands." God, Mark, I wish you were here, I need. Not even him. My brother… there, I said it. My brother. God, my little brother. What happened scares me. He scares me. No, that’s not right. We scare me. So it’s time that I write it all down. Now, before I go crazy. Where do I begin? Italy ? Intoxicating, sun drenched Italy. Up north, where you can see the snow-crested Alps from Lago Maggiore on a clear day. * Gerry was laughing as he pressed the accelerator of our rented Fiat to the floor. The two of us were on the Autostrade, on our way into.