I really couldn’t see any feet.”“You were standing with Mom.” He was supposed to have been keeping his attention on the game.“Yeah.”“You... don’t think you could... ? That Pete guy’s gone.”“That Dad guy’s gone, too, and he’s been gone a lot longer.”“I thought you were here.”“I’ll always be here for you. I’m no longer there for her. Look, lots of times we tell you that you’ll understand something when you get older. Well, this you won’t. Nobody but the people involved understand why they get. Her face was red. Her eyes swollen. It looked like she'd been crying all weekend not just a few minutes.Both Amy and Roger took the next week off school while they helped their dad prepare for their mother's funeral. Amy stood silent beside her brother and father as they lowered the casket into the ground. She had run out of tears. Mostly because once Roger was in bed her father would make her come to his room and lay under him while he fucked her. Some times calling her a stupid bitch whore. With long. golden blonde hair, blue eyes, tall athletic figure, but with huge tits. Whenever I'd see that she was round visiting my Mum when I got home from college, naughty thoughts would spring to mind as my eyes would keep looking down at her huge breasts. I would quickly excuse myself and go upstairs and have a wank.Oh, how I would love to feel her huge, soft, juicy breasts in my hands and on my lips. I lay on my bed with my eyes closed imagining it with my hand on my hard cock jacking off.. You know the kind of thing, as much booze as a variety of older siblings and parents could be talked into buying or wouldn't miss from the cupboard, and the few of us who were old enough could go to the off licence and buy for ourselves and all our friends.It was a friday night, and a the lads I played football with and my college mates were in the garden, barbequing stuff badly whilst trying to impress the young ladies my sister had invited. One of my mates, Stu, had disappeared with a girl.