At the same time as Julia started sending pics of her glorious mommy-boobs and her juice-dripping pussy, Mike had disentangled himself from Lyla's snuggling embrace to go pee. From the bathroom, he couldn't hear the chiming of the incoming texts on his cell, which he had left on the nightstand, right by the bed where Lyla still lay.

Normally, Lyla would never have probed into her brother's stuff, let alone his phone. Still, those five rapid-fire messages he received all of a sudden did make her furrow her brow and turn her bespectacled eyes toward his cell. Was something wrong? Was it their Mom? Mike wasn't coming back yet, and...