I've seen you looking at them. I just thought you were mildly curious until I found my tights in your bedroom this morning. I guess now that I'll have...to take full advantage of your massage talents whenever I have the chance." Mum pulled her foot away and said "Looks like you made a mess of my foot. Go on up and take a shower darling, you naughty boy." I got up to leave and I went into the kitchen. I paused and turned back into the lounge for one last look. My mum had her back to me, but I. There wasn't much we hadn't shared over the years so I wasn't worried. "Go ahead. Shoot".Angie stood behind me so we weren't looking at each other. "Do you masturbate?"I think my heart actually stopped beating for a moment. "What kind of question is that? Damn!"I couldn't see her face, but I think I heard her giggle. "Well, do you?"I thought for a minute I should say, No. Who wants to admit to their sister that they jerk off. Instead I turned it around. "Do you," I asked?I don't think Angie. While I was clutching and stroking your breasts inside your dress you turned my face and kissed me on the lips, our tongues swirling inside. I started to caress your cheek which was burning hot, my other hand still on your breasts, I moved from your cheek to your shiny blonde hair, moving my fingers through your hair you suddenly started to unzip my trousers. I continued moving the palm of my hand on your cheek while you were removing my trousers and underwear. We started to take our tops off. She left the table and went to the kitchen."Let's do it now," I said and walked to my study not sure of what he was about to reveal.I sat at my desk and turned to where my son was sitting, and waited for Paul to speak."I... um, I have just learned that Rebecca is pregnant," he said it slowly and his voice quavered.It was not one of the things that I had guessed could be affecting him and I felt like a bomb had gone off right under my chair. I felt that in some way I was responsible and.