Johnson had given me for cleaning out her garage into the bag, twisted the top closed again and stuffed it back into its hiding place.Back upstairs, I...looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, noting it was almost six o'clock and knew that mom and dad would probably not be back until late. Probably drunk again as usual but that was OK since it meant he would ignore me. If he was drunk enough, I could probably make it through the next morning without getting smacked around. Maybe, if I was lucky.. I left that for Judy to set up.The next few days were spent on me practicing some rustic skills that I had acquired in the years past. I practiced on my wife and rehearsed some of the things that I was to do if I had the opening. My wife enjoyed it more than I did and I could tell just how pissed she was at her sister. My wife gave me carte blanche to go as far as I had to. However, there were some things I couldn't do and still retain my self respect. My vows are sacrosanct.At ten the next. The dildo had caught my fancy even though I hadn't yet decided which plan I would end up using. It was actually a hard rubber sleeve that fit over my own erection. It's surface felt realistic, even to the bare touch. Cathy's vagina was sensitive in many good ways, but would only feel the larger size, not the artificial surface. She would be blindfolded and have her wrists tied to the front corners of the desk. But I think the realistic texture would fool even her fingers. The second. She was not yet in bed, but contrary to what I was expecting, she was wearing a long flannel nightgown. I moved toward her and she spoke, “We can’t do it, I’m sorry, Ricky.” Thinking she was putting up the same argument she did just before we fucked each other, earlier I told her, “Yes we can, sis. We have already done it we can do it again.” “No, you don’t understand, we just can’t do it.” She replayed. I moved toward her with quick steps. She moved back away from me and as she did.