“What do you mean family tradition?? my dad just took a picture of us fucking!” I cried, exasperated, still trying to process today’s events.“...every woman in our family has a picture taken of them during their first incestuous creampie, and it’s always a surprise and trust me, It makes for an amazing family scrap book” he explained, I again, for maybe the hundredth time could not believe what I was hearing.“They’re gonna put that in a SCRAP BOOK” I said, almost hysterical.“whoa whoa, Morgan” He. * * *CHAPTER TWOTHE ONE WITH THE FLASHBACKTiffany stood with her nose in the chalk circle, her large, firm teen breastspushing against the blackboard, her back to the class. She could feel the lustfulgazes of the young men, all 16 years old just like she was, and as full ofhormones as 16-year-old boys can be, staring at her long tanned legs. Those legswere even more on display than usual, as the skirt she was wearing - had beenforced to wear that morning - was about an inch shorter than her. But the need for him is so strong my fingers only make it worse. I feel my self getting to a dizzying high when the doorbell rings and I drop the phone and snap back to reality. I try to gain my composure and find my phone. I yell out I'm coming where's that damned phone. I reach under the bed and put my hand right on it. Tell him to hold on while I answer the door. Look in the mirror to make sure my body is covered hair isn't disheveled and sex isn't on my face. Control my breathing and open. “Are you okay,” he asked softly.Her answer came out as a purr, “Perfect.”Thinking now was as good as any time to began he said, “Silk, I want you to get on your knees before me. I want to show you a few things.”Eager to begin, but still a little nervous, she slid off his lap and landed lightly on her knees in from of him, sitting on her heels. Trying to remember what she had read in that book about kneeling. Remembering something, she spread her knees wide and placed her hands lightly on her.