" Breakfast!" the lady of the house trilled, as she entered the room. Plates came out of the oven and food from pans onto the plates. I tucked in; D...erek did so, more reservedly. I nodded when she asked my opinion. Derek said something to her and she smiled."Of course sweetie. I'm an absolute bear in the morning before I've had my coffee!"So saying, she poured me a cup of something hot and dark. I finished my plate and was sipping at it when a girl came into the kitchen. A young woman,. I looked up and finally saw him.He couldn’t be more than five eight. He was still taller than my five four frame. He smiled, adjusting his sunglasses. I started down, looking at his shoes, working my way up his creased pants, his gun belt hanging perfectly around his waist. His shirt tucked in and his badge shining in the sun. His dimples were defined, perfect straight teeth. No lie, I immediately started having some serious fuck thoughts in my head.“Yeah… I am fine.” I said.He asked me what. " You are getting in under the wire. First practice is tomorrow at four, come in at three and draw your equipment." Fair enough coach," I replied as I turned for the door."Sorry about your dad son." It was a whisper. It must have choked the bastard to say a kind word."Thanks," I replied not even looking back.My eighteenth birthday was marked by a miserable football practice and a store bought cake. Mom just didn't have time to bake one. Birthdays on a Wednesday for a woman who worked so hard,. Doesn’t even try to muffle his moans as he watches his little sister ride the ridge of his father’s thick cock.Doesn’t even try to hide it when he just hands the shot glass over without adding any alcohol at all. His thick, white come is frothed halfway up the glass, and Breanne giggles a little as she almost fumbles it, then knocks it back like a goddamn pro.She makes that sweet little humming sound again, which goes breathy and ragged as Doug’s hand slips in the back of her leggings, his big,.