You couldn't have asked for nicer weather. Late summer, hot, no wind to speak of, an early morning shower had given way to a cloudless blue sky. The t...emperature would peak at ninety-five later on but none of this concerned me as I was downstairs fucking my thirteen year old cousin on the sofa in the Den. Having arrived the previous night from Montreal I had wanted Caitlin the second I laid eyes on her and could hardly wait to get us alone together.I wouldn't say I was raping her exactly, that's. ”When we tromped downstairs in street clothes, I could smell pancakes, as could Rhee.“Oh! Is Dad is the chef?”Rhee turned to Heather and explained, “Dad makes the best pancakes!”“Good morning to the powerhouse soccer trio. Your breakfast awaits.”A chorus of “Hi, Dad” greeted that announcement, followed immediately by chairs scraping across the floor.“Please notice,” Dad said, “that both maple and boysenberry syrups are available.”“Boysenberry syrup?”Rhee responded, “Yeah, Heather, even if you. " I muttered under my breath.She suddenly looked at me closely with a sort of frown on her face and it dawned on me that she had heard my muttered comment to myself. Feeling more than a little embarrassed I avoided my mother's eyes and mumbled about heading for bed."It's still early." She responded "Besides, isn't it more fun being with me?"I looked at her for a moment and saw that she was smiling in a strange sort of manner; it was the sort of smile I saw on the girls in my magazines,. "Why should I? What will you do if I don't?" Absolutely nothing... and neither will Ginny." That was a dire threat. He had learned to love sex even more than Quidditch. Being cut off would be awful."And if I do?" I get to try something new on you." Recently Hermione had found and secretly watched an old video she had found of her father's called Deep Throat which she suspected her mother knew nothing about. She proceeded to demonstrate her newfound knowledge. Slowly, she took Harry's extensive.