Now. On the dining room table, right next to the pizza. Michael already gave me a ‘bucket list’ hall pass, just in case I might feel the need for ...it. I’m cashing it in to ... for once in my life, know what it means to be fucked by my own son. He doesn’t want me to have any regrets, you know,” Mom stripped down to her underwear now.“Do it, bro!” Amy egged me on now.“Do it, papi. Chinga tu madre!” Anastassia encouraged me as I dropped my pajama bottoms and Amy unhooked Mom’s panties for me.Before. What is this all about?" I think it would be best if you talked to Detective Miller about that." One last question. Where were you last night between the hours of midnight until four?" In bed sleeping." Any one who can confirm that?" Why would I need someone to confirm that I was sleeping?" Again, you need to get that from Detective Miller."I looked from Larsen to Phillips and then walked over to the house phone. I told the operator to bill the call to my room and then I placed a call to the. I tried not to move, as I didn't want to awaken my sleeping beauty before she'd gotten her full rest.The events of the night before came back to me.Kira, my roommate, and also beautiful, a sophomore, cheerleader, Homecoming Court Princess, and now my lover, and I, Rachel, a quiet little freshman, had made frantic, and completely unexpected, love last night after she returned from the Homecoming Dance, and things kind of snowballed. Kira was just 5' 0" tall, 110 pounds, with medium-blonde hair. In fact, it would have been difficult to define sex in our house at all, because it appeared to be non-existent. No word of sex was ever mentioned. Not the slightest inkling of sex; not even to accept that there was a difference between boys and girls. Even the word fart was not allowed. Fart was a vulgar swear word.I had always assumed that my sisters, all four of them, subscribed to this sort of thinking and that they carried it into their adult lives. Then, along came Chris to blow that.