.. maybe. As I watched through my binoculars I could see they were sales reps based on the business suits and the rolling suit cases. They were dresse... professionally and they of course were smoking hot. From the way they were fumbling around it was obvious they had been drinking. I did not recognize them from the bar downstairs but that meant nothing. Then I saw them both come toward the window and ...son of a bitch... if they both did not each have a pair of binoculars. They were scanning. Little Jim is already used to me. I'm his second mama." Huh? What do you mean 'share'?" You know, when we're living together." Wait. Who's living together?" Oh, I guess I wasn't clear: George, Summer, and me. The three of us have agreed to be a ménage-a-trois."I spoke, "But, what about your job with the newspaper?"Edie informed me from her supine position, "That's what I meant about making an economic contribution to this family; I want to continue working. Dayton is less than an hour away, and. Maybe she would even get dressed at some point, a comfy pullover and the gray sweatpants that were both waiting for her in her bedroom, a few feet and steps too far away to get them just now. For the time being the fire took care of warming her and the absence of clothes – or rather them aimlessly tossed to the floor – were taking care of easing her mind. She was alone, no one would care or even notice if she was spread over the couch naked, aimless and happy.The summer had been hard, not just. I looked around the cabin, eyes wide. The flight attendants hadn't come by in a while, and almost everyone in our immediate vicinity was asleep. I looked at our parents, and back to him. He grazed his fingers lightly against the skin of my belly, where my shirt had ridden up slightly.My hands shook under the blanket as I did as he told me. As soon as my shorts were down, Matt’s moved his hand back to my crotch. I couldn’t hide my arousal anymore. My panties were wet, and my brother caused it..