Bad Girls - Prologue

 

Copyright 2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for Adults of All Ages
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Story Codes: f+, teens, lolita, F/d incest, gangbang, rape fantasy, sleepy sex, teacher/student, whatever else I can think of
Synopsis: When four teenage girls decide to relieve their boredom by living out their deepest fantasies it sounds like a pretty okay plan, until they decide to make it challenging by tossing their fantasies into a hat and leaving their fortunes to fate! At that point, things started getting a little weird.

Prologue

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We were playing a stupid game of Truth or Dare, which we'd probably outgrown by that time. I mean, it's fun in a juvenile way, when you're like thirteen or something, but we were sixteen already and totally not juveniles! We were bored though and mostly it was just an excuse to talk about sex. Girls like to talk about sex as much as boys do, but we don't want to act like it, you know? We have to pretend like it's pretty boring, unless the girl has an older boyfriend. Like a college guy? That's definitely not boring and she's got some bragging rights and a good excuse to talk about sex all she wants. But all our boyfriends were high school guys and so sex with them had to be very bland, which was Amy's favorite word.

"You like Scott? Are you kidding?" she rolled her blue eyes toward heaven. "He's so bland!"

"No he's not!" Karen frowned. "He's cute."

"He's probably never kissed a girl in his life," Amy insisted as she went back to brushing one of Janey's teddy bears. She had a nice little collection and we sorta played with them like they were dolls.

"Have you?" Janey asked with a grin. "Truth or Dare?"

"Heh!" Amy stuck out her tongue at the small blonde girl and that was how we played…with clues. "Dare!"

"I dare you to kiss me," Janey said, surprising none of us, but it was still pretty cool.

"Yeah?" Amy licked her lips and we'd fooled around a little, but not as much as most people would think probably. We weren't total lesbians or anything.

She looked at us for a moment, smiling like it was a joke, and Amy was the most grown-up probably. Her body was more mature, I mean, like she had to be almost five foot ten and her tits were a lot bigger than mine. All her baby fat had sorta migrated or something the year before and Amy looked older than sixteen, but she was even younger than me by a month. She was really pretty and kind of intimidating for some people, especially boys, just because she had that awesome body and looked more like a high school senior than a sophomore. That's why every boy we mentioned had to be bland, you know? Because Amy wasn't.

Neither was Janey, although she was stuck at the other end of the growing up deal. Like she had that disease where you don't grow-up? Janey looked twelve-years-old, seriously, and she got teased about it a lot, but not by us. Unless we were mad at her, then we would, you know, but mostly we just treated her like a normal person and when she got bummed about her little girl body, we tried to cheer her up. I swear, Janey had no tits, just nipples, and no hips either, a small round butt, short legs, and kind of a round little tummy. I thought her tummy was cute, but she hated it and thought she was fat.

Yeah right! Janey wasn't fat at all and in truth the girl was amazingly cute…for a twelve-year-old. But she'd turn seventeen in May and if she still looked like a four foot nine, 75 pound Barbie doll when that happened? Ouch! Amy teased her the worst too, saying stuff like she'd have to marry a pedophile because nobody else would like her. That seemed pretty mean to me, but part of me thought it was true. A lot of boys liked her okay at school, but none of them would ask her out because all the other guys would probably tease him about being a child molester or something. It sounds dumb, but high school is like that.

So I wasn't surprised at Janey's dare, none of us were, because every girl wants to be kissed. It just kinda sucked that she needed an excuse like Truth or Dare to get one. Amy hooked her up though because even though she liked to tease all of us, and especially Janey sometimes, Amy was always a pretty good friend.

"Don't close your eyes!" Amy giggled as she reached for Janey and pulled her close.

"And don't get your panties all wet!" Karen laughed.

"Shut-up!" Janey shot her a frown and then Amy started kissing her and we just watched.

Amy slipped her tongue into Janey's tiny mouth and they tilted their heads, getting into a serious lip-lock. Janey put her arms around the bigger girl's neck as they were both kneeling on the bedroom carpet and Amy had to bend down for her. Amy's hands were on Janey's hips at first, but then slid around so she could grab the girl's small, firm butt through her panties. That's all any of us were wearing, panties and tops. Amy had her bra on while Janey wore a tube top, pink like her underwear. And they kissed long and deep like a couple serious lesbians, but it was cool and it kinda made my tummy tingle because kissing was always sexy, even if two girls were doing it.

"Come up for air!" I told them with a laugh, feeling almost jealous after a minute or so.

"God!" Karen laughed too. "Get a room!"

"Hmmm…" Amy sighed, finally letting Janey go and they were both pretty flushed by then.

"Yeah," Janey breathed, like she was answering a question, but I had no clue what it might be. Maybe Amy knew.

They shared that awkward moment after kissing a best friend, knowing they weren't queer and it didn't really mean anything, but…Yeah. I'd felt it before. We all had, and after a moment the two girls giggled and blushed a little, letting each other go and sitting back down. They didn't avoid our smiles, Karen's and mine, but only shrugged and it was no big deal. Like I said, we'd all fooled around before.

"Who's turn is it?" I wondered, but our interest in playing Truth or Dare was dying.

"We should do something else," Karen suggested.

"Like what?" Janey asked. "My parents are home, remember?"

"So?" Amy narrowed her eyes at the girl and Janey just shrugged. She had cool parents anyway.

"What do you wanna do?" I looked at Karen.

"I dunno," she sighed. "This is boring."

"Bland," Amy agreed.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot to do at ten o'clock on a Tuesday night. We didn't have school the next day because of parent-teacher conferences, which was why we were having our little slumber party. If it had been a Friday or a Saturday, there would have been a real party going on someplace, but not in the middle of the week. So we were stuck in Janey's bedroom and we'd already painted our toes and read all her old copies of Seventeen like a hundred times. We'd been born with the internet it seemed like and all of us were tired of Friendster and MySpace and even You-tube sucks after awhile. Besides that, every other girl at school lived on the internet and who wanted to be like them? Not us!

"Hey, Jill…" Karen looked at me, "…what's your favorite fantasy? Like you're most totally serious, personal one?"

"Huh?" I smiled at her. "Is this a Truth or Dare thing?"

"It's a question," she shrugged.

"I'm not gonna tell you!" I laughed.

"Come on!" Janey nodded eagerly. "What is it?"

"No!" I shook my head. "What's yours?"

"I don't have one!" she stuck her tongue out at me.

"You mean you don't have just one!" Amy laughed.

"Everybody's got one," Karen nodded.

"Well, what's yours then?" I asked her and the girl just shrugged.

We'd talked about fantasies before, like who hasn't? But not serious ones. Stupid ones, you know, like ordering a pizza and Brad Pitt shows up to deliver it. Real juvenile fantasies that couldn't come true in a million years. We'd shared plenty of those, mostly making them up on the spot, but our real ones…the personal ones that we kept to ourselves and imagined behind closed eyes and locked doors…Yeah, we had those too. They were the weird ones, at least mine was, and there was no way I could share it with anyone, not even my three best friends in the whole world.

"We'll write them down," Amy decided and we all sorta blinked at her.

"What's that mean?" Karen asked.

"I mean, we all write down our fantasies and we'll like put them in a hat," the girl explained.

"Why?" Janey narrowed her eyes, blue like Amy's, but much brighter. Amy had sapphire eyes.

"Because then we'll know what our fantasies are," Amy giggled. "But we won't know who's it is!"

"And then what?" I asked her and Amy shrugged.

"I don't know," she said.

"We guess who's fantasy it is?" Janey half-asked, half-suggested.

"Yeah," Amy agreed. "And then we have to make it come true."

"Yeah right!" I laughed at her.

"What? Why not?" Amy asked me seriously, all of us really. "If it's a real fantasy, like one that could really come true…"

"Fantasies aren't supposed to come true though," I said, but I wasn't totally sure about that. "Are they?"

"Not the stupid ones!" Karen giggled at me and she knew all my fantasies involved Brad Pitt.

"So…" Janey looked around at us, "…just the favorite fantasy that could really happen?"

"Exactly," Amy nodded.

"I still don't see the point," I told them, but we did a lot of pointless stuff anyway.

"It's something to do," Karen shrugged, offering me one of her smiles, the really petulant one that got her in as much trouble as it got her out of. Karen was that kind of girl, like terminally sweet.

"Here…" Janey had already grabbed one of her school notebooks and she tore out four pages, "…just write on this."

She dropped three blank pages in the middle of our little circle, keeping one for herself. They fell like leaves, you know, see-sawing through the air and one landed on my bare thigh. The girl grabbed some pens too, different kinds, but they all had black ink anyway because that's all we could use at school. The teachers had some weird thing about using blue ink and red was completely unacceptable! School was so dumb sometimes.

"This isn't gonna work," I snorted. "We all know each others handwriting."

"Duh!" Janey giggled.

"Just print," Amy told me. "Everybody prints the same."

"What's your problem anyway?" Karen asked me with a grin. "You must have a really weird fantasy."

"I do not!" I frowned at her. "It's just a stupid idea."

"You're stupid," Janey made a face at me and I made one back at her.

"Whatever," I sighed theatrically and one of us always had to make a fuss, this time it was my turn.

I did it anyway though, writing my fantasy down in capitalized, block letters and glancing over my shoulder every few seconds to make sure nobody was peeking. It was kinda fun actually and the idea of confessing to my friends made my tummy tingle for some reason. I figured I'd probably die of embarrassment if they actually guessed it was mine, but I found myself getting curious as to what my friends would write down too. After some three years of being best friends, all four of us, I mean, because I'd known Karen since I'd moved into the neighborhood when I was eight…After three years and a zillion lies, half-truths, jokes, and wishes, we were finally going to tell each other something real. Something serious and very private. At least for me.

We didn't actually have a hat, so we crumpled up our papers into little balls, like we were going to throw them away…and we did! We threw them into the little plastic wastebasket Janey had next to her desk. She didn't actually use it for trash. Why would she? It had been her mom's idea and just sat there empty.

"Two points!" Amy giggled, shooting her paper ball like a basketball, but she missed and had to pick it up.

"Swish!" Janey grinned and I just pitched my underhand, and still missed. So I crawled across the floor and picked it up, dropping it inside with the other three.

"Bring it over, Jilly," Karen told me, since I was right there anyway.

"Put it in the middle," Janey nodded. "Who's gonna read them?"

"We have to take turns," Amy decided. "I'll go first."

"Why you?" Karen asked and I just laughed because we could argue about anything!

"Yeah! I'm the oldest," Janey said. "I should go first."

"I'm the tallest," Amy told her, already reaching into the wastebasket. "So you gotta go last. Nyah!"

"Nyah!" They stuck their tongues out at each other and I wondered if all sixteen-year-old girls acted like us, or if we were just really weird.

"Don't rip it!" Karen frowned, watching as Amy pulled the crumpled paper open, smoothing it on her thighs as she sat Indian style.

"I'm not! God!" The other girl frowned.

"What's it say?" I asked, leaning forward, but trying not to appear too eager. I honestly couldn't tell right away if it was mine or not. The wrinkled paper disguised the printing pretty good.

"My fantasy is coming home after school and the house is empty. I go upstairs and take a bath. When I come out of the bathroom, a man grabs me. He covers my mouth and picks me up, puts me on my bed and ties me down. He's wearing a mask and he tells me he's going to kill me if I fight him. I'm trying to stop him and yelling for help. He slaps me a little and puts my panties in my mouth to make me be quiet. He ties my hands to the bed, but not my feet and I try to kick him and he gets between my legs. He rapes me over and over."

Nobody said anything for a few seconds after Amy stopped reading. We just kind of looked at each other, wondering who had that fantasy because none of us ever talked about being raped, except jokingly when we'd had rape prevention class that one time. It had been funny then, in kind of a nervous, sick way. Like we'd asked each other, "Who'd wanna rape you anyway?" and we'd practiced stomping a guy's foot and blowing our whistles and all that, but the idea that someone would actually want to be raped…We just looked at each other.

"That's Jilly's!" Janey said, grinning at me and I blushed instantly, blinking at her.

"It is not!" I protested. "It's probably yours!"

"Shut-up!" Amy frowned.

"We gotta read them all before we start guessing," Karen agreed. "I'm next."

She reached into the wastebasket while I gave Janey a dirty look.

"When my dad comes home it's just him and me. Mom isn't there. She's gone and I'm in the kitchen cooking dinner. He walks up behind me and gives me a hug. He puts his arms around me and kisses my neck. I tell him to stop because I'm busy, but he doesn't. He puts his hands on my tits and I can feel his dick rubbing my butt. He kisses my hair and tells me I'm beautiful. He kisses my cheek and I turn my head and kiss him back. His dick is hard and it touches the back of my leg. My dad doesn't take off my clothes, he just pulls my panties to the side and puts his dick inside me. He makes love to me in the kitchen while I'm cooking and he tells me he loves me more than he loves my mom when he cums."

I swallowed hard and blushed, looking around to see my friends were doing the same thing. We glanced at each other and all of us had moms and dads, except Karen had a step-dad, but he'd adopted her anyway, so…she called him dad.

"My turn?" I asked and they nodded. We weren't saying very much anymore.

I grabbed one of the two crumpled balls of paper without looking and started to smooth it out so I could read it.

"My fantasy is that I'm sleeping and nothing can wake me up. Everybody knows and some guys from school are there. They look at me and one of them touches me, but I don't wake up. He shakes me and they yell my name, but I don't wake up. The guys take off their clothes and I'm naked too. They touch me all over and they kiss me. They lick my boobs and they kiss my pussy. They touch me with their cocks, but I don't wake up and then one of them gets on top of me. He puts his cock in my pussy and fucks me really hard and cums inside me. Then another boy does it. He cums inside me too. Another boy fucks me and then one of them puts his cock in my mouth. He cums on my face. Another boy cums on my boobs. Every boy in school fucks me and I never wake up until they're gone, but I know it happened."

"Weird!" Amy said with a crooked smile, but I didn't think it was that much stranger than the other fantasies.

"Last one!" Janey grinned, grabbing the last ball of paper. "Ummm…My fantasy is when Mr. Sands makes me stay after school for detention. First he just sits at his desk and I have to sit at mine. He's grading papers and I'm writing something or doing homework. When I look at him, he looks at me too. We do that for a little bit. We look down and then up and then down and I know he likes me. Mr. Sands gets up and locks the door and then he tells me to stand up. I'm scared at first and he makes me bend over his desk. He takes off his belt and then he spanks my butt. I'm naked when he does that too. He spanks me until I'm crying and then he makes me take out his dick and suck it for awhile. And then he puts it in me and we have sex."

"Mr. Sands?" I giggled nervously because he was the hottest teacher in school, no doubt about it.

"Are we guessing now?" Janey asked, putting the paper on top of the other three in a small pile.

"What good is guessing?" I asked. "I'm not gonna say which one is mine."

"We could vote," Karen said and we all looked at her.

"And then the person has to do it?" Amy asked and those two were acting psychic or something. I had no idea what they were talking about.

"What do you mean?" Janey asked, having no clue either.

"Yeah! We vote on who gets what fantasy," Karen said excitedly. "That'll be awesome!"

"What?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Why?" Janey asked, looking at Amy as she tried to explain.

"And then we have to make the fantasy come true," Amy nodded. "Like the three of us have to help the other one, see?"

"But…" I blinked at her. Only one of those fantasies had been mine, the other three…No way! "Why don't we just say which one is ours?"

"You said you didn't want to," Amy grinned at me. "Remember?"

"Because voting is funner!" Karen laughed.

"You might get your own anyway," Amy said. "But can you imagine living your friend's fantasy?"

"Now that's cool!" Karen agreed and they were seriously wacked!

"What if we vote wrong though?" Janey asked, looking a little red as she stared at the other two girls.

"That's the best part!" Karen laughed. "Pay attention!"

"Yeah! You gotta do it anyway!" Amy agreed happily. "Like the biggest dare in the world."

"We already had the truth part, huh?" Karen nodded and those two girls had lost their marbles, I thought.

"No way!" I decided.

"Yes way!" Amy stared at me, still smiling. "We gotta do it, Jill."

"I'm not even sure I want my fantasy thing to come true," I told them truthfully. "I mean, it's cool to dream about, but…No way!"

"You have to," Karen decided. "We're all doing it. You're gonna do it, right, Janey?"

"Ummm…" the little girl blinked and her cheeks were definitely flushed.

"Yeah she is!" Amy nodded, staring into Janey's eyes. "We're all gonna do it."

"I guess so," Janey agreed softly, but she didn't sound too sure. I figured Janey felt the same way I did, like only one of those fantasies was hers and the other three…We could end up doing something we really didn't want to do.

"Jilly?" Karen looked at me, smiling beneath her thick, auburn hair. Her hazel eyes were bright and shining with excitement. This was a new game, one we'd never played before and not bland at all.

"We could get in trouble," I protested weakly.

"So?" Amy laughed. "That's the point!"

"Heh!" Karen giggled and even Janey smiled at that, seeming to relax now that she'd agreed. I was the only holdout and like i said, it was just my turn to be the odd-girl-out in our little circle of friends. We'd all been instigators at one time or another.

"But what if…" I started and Karen cut me off.

"What if cows could fly?" she rolled her eyes. "We'd never go outside!"

"Shut-up!" I snorted.

"You gotta do it, Jilly," Amy said. "We're gonna vote by points, like in social studies."

"You gonna do it?" Janey asked me and I swallowed hard.

"You have to!" Karen told me. "God!"

"She'll do it," Amy said. "Jilly's not gonna watch us have all the fun."

That was something to think about. I mean, they were my best friends. My only friends, really. Whatever they did, I had to do. Like my mom would ask me, "If your friends jumped off a bridge…" and the answer was, yeah…I'd jump too. How could I not? They were my friends. And besides, how likely was it that any of those fantasies would come true? Not very! They all seemed pretty remote to me and how would four sixteen-year-old girls arrange anything like a rape or a gangbang or especially the incest thing with one of our dads? God! This was just a one night deal, I thought. A fantasy about our fantasies and that seemed kind of funny actually. Kind of harmless, you know? We'd made a zillion crazy plans over the years and how many had we ever really executed? Not many! So why would this one be any different?

"Yeah," I nodded reluctantly, earning big smiles from my friends. "I'll do it."

"Cool!" Karen grinned.

"I knew she would," Amy scrunched up her nose as she looked at our other two friends.

"So we gotta have rules," Karen decided right away.

"Like what?" Janey asked.

"Like you can't back out," Amy answered, looking at Karen. "Right?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "You gotta live with whatever you get."

"You mean the vote thing," I said. "How are we gonna do that?"

"And no chickening out!" Amy added.

"Like that thing at school. We got four fantasies and four of us, so here…" Karen stole Janey's notebook and started tearing out pages, one for each of us, "…The first one was, uh…"

"The rape thing," Janey said.

"Yeah," Karen giggled. "So first is rape and then under that write down our names…" she did it and held up her paper, "…See? And then just rank everybody. Like if you think Amy should get raped…"

"Hey!" Amy rolled her eyes.

"…then give her four points, give the person you pick second three points and blah blah blah." Karen looked at us. "Okay?"

"Yeah, we get it," I said. "What was the second one?"

"The sleeping gang-bang thing," Janey said and Amy grinned at her.

"You were paying attention, huh?"

"What if there's a tie?" I asked.

"I dunno," Karen shrugged. "We'll worry about that if it happens. Third one was doing Daddy in the kitchen…"

"And Mr. Sands was the last one," I sighed. "Okay."

This seemed like a lot of work to me, but we didn't have anything better to do anyway. It was pretty fun trying to figure out which one of my friends would like which fantasy. That's what I was trying to do too. Like match them up, but it was hard telling which of the three girls went with which fantasy. Plus, it seemed pretty obvious that we'd all give ourselves a four in whichever fantasy we were hot for, so that would be a total giveaway. I just wouldn't give myself any four at all and…

"Don't forget, you gotta give everybody a one, a two, a three, and a four!" Amy told us and me and Janey both frowned at that. "So you can't give yourself fours in everything, Jilly!"

"Shut-up!" I rolled my eyes, ignoring Karen's giggle.

It was sorta fun though. Kinda tricky too as I did me first. It seemed easier doing it by girl and I definitely knew which fantasy I liked most and which one I liked least. The thing I had to remember was that I'd definitely have to do one of them, or at least play along like I would until the next day when we started playing something else. My friends would be voting on me too, trying to figure out what I'd like…or maybe just what I deserved. It all seemed really weird.

"Everybody ready?" Karen asked awhile later. "I'll add the scores, just read them off."

"Maybe we should swap papers," Amy said. "In case somebody cheats."

"God! Get serious!" I laughed at her. "I gave Amy a four for the first one."

"For the rape thing?" she blinked at me and I shrugged.

"Yeah."

"I gave her a three," Janey said.

"Me too," Karen nodded and she looked at Amy. "What did you give yourself there?"

"A two," Amy replied and she could do the math in her head, it wasn't hard. "I got a twelve for a rape fantasy?"

"Out of sixteen!" Janey giggled. "That's a lot."

"That's a whole lot!" she frowned and since she'd given herself a two, I figured I'd guessed wrong about Amy. Oh well.

"What did you give her for the sleeping gang-bang thing?" Karen asked me, but Amy jumped on that!

"No way! You're not gonna do all my scores first!" she said. "Do it by fantasy!"

"Fantasy?" Karen shrugged and looked at me and Janey. "How do you guys want to do it? By girl or by fantasy?"

"Ummm…Girl," I decided.

"Yeah," Janey nodded. "By height."

"Heh!" Karen laughed and Amy looked kinda pissed.

"You started it, Ames," Janey said with a sweet smile. She got kind of tired of Amy picking on her for being so little.

"I gave her a three for the sleep thing," I said.

"I gave her a two for that," Janey told us and so it went around for almost an hour, because we kept having little arguments and stuff.

And then we mostly sorta knew who was doing what, but Karen read off the results anyway, since she'd elected herself president or whatever. Plus it was sorta hard to remember everything. I mean, three of were blondes, you know?

"Okay, so the rape thing…Hmmm we got a tie," Karen said. "Amy and Jilly both got twelve points."

"So what do we do?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to be raped or not, as dumb as that sounds. Gang raped would probably be worse though and the incest thing with my dad? Heh! Rape sounded kinda okay. Almost.

"Let's see…But Amy won the teacher thing with twelve all by herself and Jilly…" she squinted at the paper, "…you won the sleeping gangbang deal with twelve points there too, so…"

"So?" Amy wondered.

"What did you win?" Janey asked Karen because we all knew Janey had won the Daddy incest thing hands down with fourteen points. But Karen…

"Me? Nothing," Karen shrugged. "I'm second in the rape and Daddy fantasies though…So I'll do the rape. See? It all works out."

"But you wanted to do the rape!" I said.

"Yeah! That was your fantasy anyway," Janey nodded. "That's not fair!"

"It was my idea!" Karen made a face. "It's not my fault the vote worked like that."

We sorta argued about it for awhile, just because it didn't really seem very fair that Karen should get her fantasy while the rest of us got stuck with someone else's. But we couldn't argue with the numbers and Karen's logic did sorta make sense. She hadn't taken first place in any of the fantasies, while the rest of us had clearly won at least one each…Plus me and Amy had tied for first in the rape fantasy. So, that was the one Karen ended up with, but I suspected if she hadn't wanted to get raped, she would have found some way to weasel out of it.

"So I gotta try and get Mr. Sands to fuck me?" Amy asked and Janey shushed her.

"Don't swear so loud," the girl said and Amy ignored her.

"Yeah," I giggled. "Don't forget the spanking part either!"

"I should spank you!" Amy retorted and I just smiled.

"You want to?" I asked her, half-seriously because I really would have let her do it, but Amy didn't know that.

"I can't believe you want your dad to have sex with you!" Janey stared at Amy and we spent the next fifteen minutes just talking about how weird all our fantasies were.

I thought mine was pretty normal. I mean, except for the spanking part maybe. But lots of girls liked their teachers and I knew a few girls at school who had a serious crush on Mr. Sands. Getting all hot for a hunky teacher wasn't all that far out there. Not like that sleeping gang-bang thing and I still couldn't figure that one out!

"I can't believe I gotta do a Sleeping Beauty gangbang thing!" I snorted, wondering how Janey had ever thought that one up.

"Sleeping Jilly!" Karen giggled.

"Except a kiss doesn't wake her up!" Amy laughed too.

"You gotta tell me what it's like," Janey whispered and I rolled my eyes, wondering how she could even believe it was really gonna happen. Like every boy in school was going to fuck me while I slept? Yeah right!

"I wanna know how it feels when your dad sticks his big dick inside you!" Amy grinned at the girl, since she'd plainly heard what Janey had said.

"Shut-up," Janey blushed and her dad was an okay guy, but he was like three times bigger than her. Seriously! And having sex with her own dad? Yikes! I was really glad I hadn't gotten that one! That's like a life changing deal, you know? People go to therapy for that kind of stuff!

But you could sorta say the same thing about all our fantasies, huh?

 

Jilly