I stumbled from the truck. The lights of the house were the only ones I could see. I took a few wobbly steps, still turning up the bottle as I tried t...o walk. I had to piss. I fumbled with my pants, planning on releasing my hose, but I stumbled and fell.I'm on my back, still fumbling with my pants when I feel the warm liquid soak my jeans. "Fuck." I think, closing my eyes for just a minute to sleep. I was vaguely aware of the crunching of grass coming towards me, then of someone standing over. She then starts to put her hands between her legs. She continues rubbing her finger through her slit and when she pulls her fingers away they’re wet with my juice. She puts her fingers in her mouth and sucks on them. She moves over to her bed and I try to adjust my position in the tree to get a better view. I reach for a branch that isn’t there and fall. As I fall a stump of a branch hits me in my hip and I smack my head on another branch. When I wake up I’m on my back looking up at my mother. ” “Yes but you and daddy are my parents so why do have to learn for an old woman like Gran?” persisted Lyn, flicking a crumb off her stout erect nipple. “Don’t let Gran hear you say that darling,” tittered Den Dedbeet, chewing a piece of toast and straightening his tie, thinking my step daughter is a stunner, what a catch for a bloke, if it wasn’t for her wayward manner. It’ll be a fucking miracle if I don’t shag her before long. “Gawd no, mummy would be furious and she’s not old she’s only. He'd teach her a lesson or two today, definitely, and then maybe another one. His back prickled with sweat and he wriggled uncomfortably. One more meeting. The minister was getting nervous and soothing him would be a delicate task. He felt a stab of resentment: no-one realised how hard it was to keep everything running smoothly. The minister wetting himself; the uncle impatient for contracts; the office staff to be watched in case they showed too much curiosity; what he really wanted to do was.