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Motherfucker

... birds and the bees," I quickly realized that Dad wasn't hurting Mom at all during the night. He was having sex with her.

And whatever he was doing was making Mom orgasm her ass off. And that explained all the moans and groans and loud screams that I heard coming through our shared bedroom wall during the night.

It also explained why Mom would always be grinning like a Cheshire Cat whenever she was fixing breakfast for the family the very next morning.

Speaking of my family, I was an only child until 12 years later, when my little sister, Lacey, was born. But I was still my parents' only son, and so much older than my sister, that I barely related to her at all. I mean, how could I? She was still an infant by the time that I turned 13.

So for all intents and purposes I had the blessed life of an only-child. And of course, I took advantage of that the best I could, treating my sister as a kind of living doll, throughout the earlier part of her life.

By the time my little sister, Lacey, had finally reached puberty at around age 12 (according to Mom), I was already 24 years old, and away at college, working on my masters degree.

So my only sister and I usually never saw each other in person, much less kept in touch. I only saw Lacey at key family events, like Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or the occasional family reunion, or at some distant relative's wedding, etc.

So now that you have some background information, it's on with my story:

It was three days ...

... before Christmas, and Lacey and I had both traveled back home to spend Christmas with Mom in Beaumont; the only difference being that Lacey had arrived at Mom's house the day before I did. My sister and I had both planned to return back to our respective homes and lives the day after Christmas.

By this point in Lacey's life, she had dropped out of college, and she was now the trophy wife of a high-powered business man, named Tim, who didn't have the time or the inclination to spend Christmas with Lacey at her mother's house.

Instead, Tim took off to London to go close some kind of important business deal for one of the international companies that he owned.

For the last several years Lacey and her husband, Tim, had been trying to start a family, but "getting Lacey pregnant" seemed to be the one thing that Tim couldn't do for her, no matter how much he tried (in between business trips, that is).

Of course, Lacey was only 23, and so she really wasn't that worried about the "getting pregnant" stuff, since she still had several years left on her biological clock. And she suspected that Tim might have a low sperm count or something that was keeping him from being able to get her pregnant.

As for me, I was 35 and still a virgin, believe it or not. I mean, yes, I was an expert at jacking off--because that pretty much all I ever did sex-wise ever since I had reached puberty.

Sure, I had a couple of girlfriends in high school, and a few more in college. But none of my ...