It was not a dream. My dad was sitting next to me on bed. I was shocked and asked “Dad, what are you doing?”“Just enjoying myself and give pleas...ure to you”.I could not believe to what I heard.“I always wanted to touch you, my son. Your mom is not in house and not expected till 5 pm.”Saying this he kissed me. He got up, locked the door and undressed himself wearing only his underwear. He came near me and said “Lie on the bed son”.I was on my back. He came over me and kissed me again. I gave in. She was already putty in my arms, moaning and writhing around on the couch with me. After a while, her breathing increased, and she started to shake a little."Don't you dare" I laughed, and pulled my hand from her shorts. "Fuck...no...come on!" she whined. "Please, I can fool them. I know it." Can't help ya' kid" I teased and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Fine, two can play at that game" she grinned evilly and reached into my shorts. She teased my cock in her soft little hands until it. His sense of humor was another. He had inherited his father's ribald sense of humor, and had made it into an art-form. He was the only person who could get the better of his father. This had made them more like brothers than Father and Son.The girls sat at the table with the toaster and a loaf of bread between them, eating the toast and sipping their coffee, talking of what was happening, and had happened, already. Their contrasting appearance was astounding. Sharon, fully dressed for her first. That was one of the early lessons both parents had drilled into all of them. Stay hydrated at all times. He took several long drinks from his first skin then smiled. Water was one of those self-correcting weights when on the road. His father’s travel journals always seemed to show that as a happy-making thing.He had cut and rolled two more bramble cores when he heard a girl’s voice calling his name. He groaned in despair, it was Kaara. “Back here,” he called out to her. ‘Let the ranting begin,’.