An Incest Birthday Chapter 29 - Sex Stories

An Incest Birthday Chapter 29

... makes it awesome, but it’s each other family member, which makes it kinda weird.” “Trust me, this right here, isn’t weird for us at all, not by a long shot, there’s a lot of other things that other people may consider weird though,” Stephanie said. “Well at least you get to be weird, you already know about my father. I’ll let you look over the menus and I’ll be back in a little bit, remember the soup bar and stuff is there.” “Ok let’s see what they got here… ok, they have steak and a baked potato, Greek chicken, pork chops, seared salmon, they got some pretty good stuff here,” Chris said. “You should get the chicken parmesan so I can eat off your plate,” Stephanie said. “It depends on what you get, that does sound pretty good though.” “I’m gonna get the well done steak and baked potato, I didn’t even see that yesterday,” I said. “I’ll get the spaghetti and meatballs this time, I wanna get everything once,” Rita said. “I think I’ll get the seared salmon, that looks pretty good, and I think I’ll get a salad with it. Did she say something about a soup bar before she left?” Stephanie asked. “Yeah it’s up there, you can basically make a chicken ceasar salad free of charge, they even have bacon up there. They have the soup of the day in that big pot,” Rita replied. “Ok I’m starting to like this place too, they basically throw food at you!” “They really do! It’s a wonder they aren’t doing as good as they could be.” “Ok you sold me, I’ll get the parmesan, if I don’t like it, I can ...

... always trade you your spaghetti and meatballs, I doubt you’ll waste anything,” Chris said. “I’m gonna see what this bar looks like, if she comes back before I get back get me the seared salmon and a sierra mist,” Stephanie said. “She’s gonna bring back half the salad bar, I guarantee it,” Chris said. “You better not make fun of her, you’re already on probation,” Rita followed. “You’re a prisoner of the pussy in all sense of the meaning, physically and mentally,” I laughed. “This is just what we do, we’ll bang it out later, I’m not even worried.” “Shit I’d be, you never know what’s going through her head right now, I said. “Besides wondering how much salad she can fit on her plate? Figuring out how to drag this charade out longer to annoy me. Here comes the waitress girl, good I’m getting hungry.” Denise sat the plate of bread down in the middle of the table, Chris couldn’t grab a piece fast enough. “Everybody ready to order yet or you still need a minute?” “Nah we’re ready, I got this,” Chris said with a mouthful of bread before he swallowed it. “Rita’s gonna have the spaghetti and meatballs with an orange pop with no ice, Randy wants the 8 oz. sirloin steak with the baked potato, sour cream for the potato, also an orange pop with no ice, Stephanie is getting the seared salmon and a sierra mist, and I will have the chicken parmesan with mashed potatoes and green beans, and a pepsi, I hear good things about it. I think that should cover everybody, no need for applause, but tips ...