Once I was steady, Dad grabbed Joe by the hair on the back of his head and pulled him up so that we could see his face. He looked pitiful. His eyes ...were puffy and red and his hair was all sweaty and I could see that he was in pain and quite scared. My dick throbbed. “Now, unless you ask for it, this is the last piece of advise I’m going to give you about this little bitch,” Dad said, jerking Joe’s head with his last words, as if I didn’t know who he meant by, “...this little bitch.” Tears. Together. We drugged you. It wasn’t sleeping pills, either. We’re guilty, dear. Sorry, we just couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t give up on the prospect of reconciling with my man. You might have fucked me and her, but you’d be suspicious. This way, you had your guard down. And your pants. You were in no position to do anything to stop me or her.“Anyway, we’re not stupid or simple. We know what you are. What you’re about. Whatever discipline or punishment that you think that we need ... we’ll do it.. "Kev, that's not a good idea. The engine will last a lot longer if you treat it right, and that means not punching the gas when you first start it. Give the oil a chance to start circulating first."Looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he shut it off, jumped out and popped the hood to distract me. The engine looked to be in good shape, no obvious oil leaks, and the battery seemed almost new. I pulled the dipstick and saw the oil was fresh. Looked like my brother had himself. "My best mate at school reckons all pretty girls are bi-sexual, so I figured you might have tried it"."No" said Molly, stroking my right hand and checking for short finger nails "but show me the pictures, and we might give it a try".We sauntered indoors, trying to hide our blushes, grabbed the laptop and ran upstairs to Molly's room. I showed her how to logon and stroked her bottom while she flipped through the pictures lying face-down on her bed. She was rubbing up a damp patch on the front of.