"David... Son... Why are you... Ung... In here?" She seemed to be having a hard time talking as Peter pounded into her."You said what you wanted. Your... son is here to supply you with your desires." Peter told her, as if discussing the Sunday paper, and not an act of i****t."But... No. I can't," Her words were at odds with the spark in her eyes, and she started to lick her lips. "I mean... It's wrong." She was no longer fighting Peter, and even seemed to be returning his thrusts. David crawled up. That was fine.What I hadn't been expecting to be thinking about was Mike Kirkland.But I was. A lot.By the time I got to lunch, my brain was just fried. By tryouts. By him. And, as I walked from the lunchline with my food, there he was, waving at me.I took a good look. I hadn't done that-I'd looked, of course, but I was so preoccupied by my misery yesterday that I hadn't really looked, so I did, as I walked toward him. He was squat and compact. Of course he was, he was a catcher. But he was also. A ravishing redhead in a robe that barely hid her large full lily white breasts and the landing strip of red curls between her legs bounded through the door and hugged me before scampering to Ann in the kitchen. Harvey staggered in behind her, obviously at the edge of his physical endurance, and plopped heavily onto the recliner. I crossed my arms and waited until his incoherent mumbling stopped.“Reckon I regret never smoking weed,” he grumbled as he straitened his robe. “Suzy and me done. .' Karen wasn't really shocked at this. They usually threw sexual innuendos at each other. This was nothing new. 'Oh, really. I hope you make me cum in your fantasy.'She pulled his hands from her and opened the bathroom door. She walked out in to the hallway. Peter made a split decision. The not having sex for six months really took it's toll, and seeing his almost naked sister, boiled up the pressure too much for him to handle. He grabbed her towel en ripped it off her body. Karen tripped.