I almost wanted to hear her order me to play with his balls again, or maybe I was hoping she’d make me suck them.But they’d forgotten about me and...become totally absorbed in each other. They were both fulfilling desires that must have went unanswered for years. How many nights had Chet jerked off to fantasies of his big sïster while they were growing up? How many lovemaking sessions was my wife able to endure with me only because she was doing her best to imagine that it was her bröther on. I went directly to my dresser drawer and dug through it until I found an item that I had been keeping for years. When I returned to the living room Erin had her hand on the doorknob and was about to turn it. When she saw me she stopped.I said, “I don’t know if we can ever be as good friends as we used to be but because you’re important to at least one person that means the world to me I’m willing to give us being friends a try.”I held out my hand and when she held out her hand I dropped our old. A huge smile adorned her face as she looked over at me and there was a twinkle in her eye as she simply said, "Hi, Will!"Now I'm not sure what was a typical Puritan greeting from her past but I'd almost be willing to bet that it was something like the formality of 'Good Day.' Definitely not the 'Hi!' I'd just been hit with.I will admit I recoiled a bit from her greeting. Plus, there wasn't a hint of the 'Olde English' I figured she'd speak. I guess I'd assumed her greeting might be something. I wondered that with my dad finally home and sleeping with him, if my mother would feel guilty about what had occurred, and wouldn’t want to fuck anymore.Morning finally arrived and I heard my father getting ready for work. It takes him basically about forty-five minutes to leave for work, but that morning it felt like hours until he left. I couldn’t wait for him to leave, so I could be alone with my mother. Well he finally left and I got up from my bed, peeked out the window, and watched him.