" What is the matter with you?" she asked, a little frustrated at my thick-headedness. "If she found you in her bed, you think she'd kick you out?"Now... I was starting to get a little irritated, as well as embarrassed. "Yes, of course she would. Not that I would be jumping in her bed so she would find me there, anyway. Come on, Wendy, can't we talk about something else?"Her doodling brought her fingers within range of my more sensitive spots. She had already gotten me off twice, once with her. She’s never really felt anything there before, always considered the puffed nubs as little more than repositories for milk and helping a prick get hard. She was wrong, fucking all the way wrong. She’d have to write a book. She’d have to…“Motherfucking god!” she howls, orgasmic seizures suddenly shocking her body into a series of writhing convulsions. Her heart feels ready to erupt into volcanic quakes, spraying the world with blood. Her nipples pulse with static electricity. And her cunt… it. I didn’t understand that at the time; all I could see was how traumatized my stepmother was with the death of her husband, and how much my stepsisters Angel and Sara—ages 12 and 13—missed their dad.With a catastrophe like that, things were never really normal again; women took over all the jobs men used to have—from farming, to life support maintenance, to firefighting—and we boys continued to be pampered.But then, about two years later, something strange happened; women started getting. ”Then he awkwardly said more than he probably intended. He said, “Cassi, you’re a beautiful woman, and you are, you have, you look amazing. I sometimes see other men checking you out, and I’m not sure you realize how your, uh, how you are so attractive to others. But I can tell you how hungry you make others, and me as well.”I said, “Wow, Dad, thanks for the compliment. And when you say ‘hungry’ are you talking about feeding from me?”He responded, “Oh my goodness, yes, Cassi, I’d give anything.