She’s a goofy theater geek, instead of a bitchy cheerleader.So you worry about disruption in your world when Mom finally calls a family meeting.You ...all sit at the kitchen table. Mom takes a deep sigh. “I guess I was hoping this would stop at your generation.” You think that’s an odd way to start this conversation. She does on. “I guess there’s just something in our families genes.” You and Molly exchange confused glances, hoping Mom starts to make sense soon. “Your grandma and grandpa weren’t. I put on a sort of 'happy indifference' — I even helped Jim plan his Christmas present outing for Su ... Oh, God...I loved him.But I loved him too much to have him just because ... I don't know, because he pitied me? Because he felt he owed me something? I wanted to be sure he loved me.When Su died, I mourned my friend. But it was much worse watching Jim come apart. I watched him functioning like an automaton, going through the motions of living. I sat with him, walked with him and tried to. Then, in one swift move, I push you backwards. Falling, you gasp in relief as you feel the springy mattress of the large four-post bed embrace you. The cool blue silk sheet caresses your hot skin. You enjoy the sensation. I arrange you on the bed with your legs spread wide and your arms away from your torso. I bind your wrists and ankles to the bedposts with strips of the same blue silk that is covering your eyes. You are an erotic, luscious version of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man as you lie. Turned me on like you wouldn’t believe!”Mary snickered, “Now if we could just get them to kiss!”The four of us guys blew her the loudest raspberry we could. Just as the four girls started chuckling, they came over to each one of us and took a couple of quick sucks on our cocks.That was all we got before they looked at us and said, “That was just to give you guys something to look forward to for next week!”The four of us just groaned, but then all eight of us broke out laughing. We all picked up.