I wouldn’t do that to you. Besides, Elena is beautiful and all but she’s not my type.”“Oh yeah and why isn’t she your type? What exactly is ...our type?” I said acting all mad and I grabbed him roughly by the shirt.“Erik. This isn’t necessary. We don’t have to do the nude scan if it’ll cause this much trouble.” Elena said as she tried to pull us apart.“This is between two men Mrs. Callison. Besides Erik already knows he’s more my type than you are.” Ted said.“No he’s not your type. You’re not. My mind was on overdrive tying to comprehend what this all meant. When you are 80, seven years is a small fraction of your life but when you are 14, seven years is one half of your life. At fourteen, I had been fucking my sister half of my life.“Em, Em, what’s wrong?” Suddenly I realized I had gone off into my memories. Mary was bringing me back to the present. Letterman was still on TV. My sister was shaking my shoulder. I looked into her eyes and saw genuine concern. I smiled and. Her white milky thighs were the limelight of the sceneI hugged her and kissed her neck. It was a bit long hug around 30 seconds. It was a very nice feeling though. Then she took me in and told me to get ready as she was taking me out for the dinner. We both got dressed in front of each other onlyWe went to the Elante mall (Chandigarh people must know)We had dinner. Roamed around and by 11 we were back home.As we entered the home I pushed her to the wall and started kissing her she responded. As I peeked around the corner, I saw a senior class boy exit the car and walk around to the back door of Cora's house. By the time I got back to our porch, my cock safely tucked away, and looked through that window again, George, was embracing the naked Cora in a tight clinch with both of his hands tightly clasped to Cora's tight little ass cheeks. My half deflated cock instantly rose to full attention again. My sticky underwear and jeans confined my dick to the point of real pain by that.