Alicia burst from the breakfast table where Clint, Lee, and I waited. There was an old couch and a few chairs around a small table, a pair of vending machines—one with sodas, the other snacks—in the corner. Pornhat I blinked at it, struggling to remember what I was supposed to say as that wonderful, humming delight buzzed through me. “I think it’s passed,” I said, standing up on shaky legs a minute later. I wanted them jealous, aching to touch me, begging to have me as their lover. I groaned, feeling so juicy. She’s so beautiful.”
“Someone’s caught the incest bug,” giggled Lee.
