"Every time I'd been out with Barbarashe, and the other women we'd been with, seemed to match the men drinkfor drink." What do you mean, 'match the me...n drink for drink'?" They would drink at the same rate as the men," I answered."But did they all have the same drink?"I thought about this. "No, most of the men were drinking pints of beer,whilst the women were drinking wine or fruit juice." Pints of wine or fruit juice?" she said."Of course not, Karen, women don't usually drink pints of...". I carried on playing my game, calling out every time something happened. Just as I encountered someone, I felt the mattress sink a little next to me. As I looked next to me, I saw my stepbrother laid there. “What the fuck?!” I yelled as he startled me. “Hey sis,” he laughed as I jumped out of my skin. “What are you doing?” I asked as my heart thudded in my chest. “I just thought I’d come and see what you’re doing.” He replied, “Is there a crime against that?” “Fine,” I responded with a stiff. It was his own fault. He hadn’t told his family about Suzanne’s problems with alcohol or drugs, wanting to keep them private, but maybe he should have. ‘You’re an old fart…..a big old fart….’ Biting his lip he drove on into the night, speeding along, listening to them laughing and telling him he was boring. And maybe he was. Boring. But he was now experienced at recognising the cycle and spiral that Suzanne was capable of being sucked into and this was only the beginning. The binge cycle. "Let me do you for a while."With that he lifted his daughter back to a standing position in from of him. He bent to kiss her and she met his lips with her own open mouth, her tongue pushing inside to explore and play. James parted his lips and sucked Melissa's soft, wet tongue inside, licking at it with his own. His cock lurched and he pulled her closer, his prick pushing against her belly and his furry balls grazing across her sensitive clit.Father and daughter ground themselves together in.