You areobviously in denial, sweetheart. Just look at how stiff your littlepeeny has gone at my little suggestions." With that she pushed me backonto t...e bed and my cockette was clearly trying to escape from mypretty panties. I couldn't believe what she did next as she actuallyput her hand on my stiff weeny in its silky satin layers of lingerieand gently started to stroke it."You desperately want to become my glamorous daughter don't you mydarling Marcia," she whispered ameniable as she once. There’s nothing gross. It’s just…you. And to tell you the truth, we kinda knew you were.” Tim lifted a wet face, his brown eyes still filled with tears. “Was it so obvious?” Derek snorted in spite of himself. “Tim, you sketch.” Seth shot him a dirty look. “Yeah, it kind of was,” He said gently. “Tim, there’s nothing wrong with it. Some people like different things. And believe me, people are more tolerant of it than you think.”“Not my family,” Tim cried. “Not my mom.” “Oh, so that’s what this. I used to love seeing him in his baseball gear. I didn't know better that sisters aren't supposed to think about their brothers. I just knew I had feelings for him that were more than a sister would have. Mom was at the plant leaving us alone. I was in my room reading when I heard Alex come home. I was a small awkwardly shy 14 year old. I had long light brown hair that my mom always had in pigtails. My body was a skinny pale skinned frame. Alex was so handsome. He was tall for his age and at 15. There was a cable hooked to an eyebolt in a post to the right. When she wiggled the bolt it came lose, she dropped it to the ground and then waved me forward. When I was through, she replaced the bolt and returned to the truck. Standing in the door of the truck, she tilted her head and looked at me. ‘A tad over dressed aren’t you? That is compared to me anyway.’ She finished with a chuckle. I can take a hint if I’m hit on the head with it. Opening my door, I stepped out and removed my shirt,.