As usual I had started dinner, waiting for my father to bring home fresh salads for the pasta. My father used to say his father had taught him two thi...ngs, hard work and family first. Now you have to remember that I was a strapping lad, fed like a bull and working alongside my father's ex marine friends, you can imagine the hormones running through me. I guess it was lack of social contact with girls my own age that first turned me on to my sister, not in a sleazy perverted way, and god the. .. Stelania was living out every gold-digging whore’s dream.She’d bagged a BILLIONAIRE.Sure, he was a fat loudmouthed ginger, past his prime in the looks department.But she didn’t care. In fact, she barely spoke enough English when they first met to even understand what he was saying most of the time. But she could certainly understand the world’s true international language. The language of MONEY!And he had plenty of it.They’d met at an ultra-exclusive party her model gal pal had brought her. " She picked up a picture of Sharon and me in our bathing suits with my arms around her, "Who's the lucky girl?" My cousin, Sharon. It was her father's funeral I attended." Favorite cousin, I'll bet." Yeah, she's in a lot of grief right now."I had forgotten about the ropes hanging on the bedposts. She touched them and pulled them out to see the hand and foot loops with metallic snaps, looked at them and then at me. She arched her eyebrow, "These are for real?"Now I blushed, "Yeah. They are."She. As soon as one was really goin’ at it the next little girly was pushin’ her asides and then climbin’ on top, lordy be. Even when I was their age, I never got nothin’ that good. Did ya hear somethin’ about wantin’ our babies?”“Do you think it was real or just a dream?”“Man, I don’t rightly know but it sure seemed real to me.”“Well I think it was just a dream.” What else could I say but that, not that I was certain. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more sure I was that there was some.