Was Bernie being serious or was she putting me on? Every time I chanced to look her way she would always smile so that didn’t help. If she was ser...ous I’d be getting rid of my hated virginity. If it was just a joke then nothing would happen. Hey, that was easy to figure out. I’d just assume nothing was going to happen. Tomorrow, Bernie would expect me to be all whiney and disappointed but I wouldn’t even bring it up. Yeah, there’s no way my sister was going to pull a fast one on me.I. I leaned back to let mom get to the hall bathroom but instead she stepped over my head and in the process a few drops of her pee fell on my bare chest just below my chin. Mom was in such a hurry she did even have time to close the door. As she entered the bathroom I stayed on the floor right by the bathroom door and looked on as she pulled her panties down to squat and pee. I had never seen mom’s pussy or naked ass and she looked at me and paused before she pulled her panties down. By now drips. She enjoyed it and moaned slightly. BY now she had forgotten all her grief. We had still; not changed, she told we should get ourselves into dry clothes or else we will catch cold. She told this looked at me and went into her bedroom. I followed her into the room. She undressed in front of me, now she was standing with just a blouse and a petticoat in front of me. She signaled beautifully through her eyes to take her in my arms. This was the best moment of my life. I went near her and slowly. The drapes are slightly opened when I definitely remember closing them.I turned to Angel and ask. Did you open the drapes?”She’s still trying to tuck the loose end of the towel under. She answers. “No.”I say. “Well someone has been in our room while we were in the shower. I closed those drapes before going into the bathroom and now their open.”A smile creases her features. “Oh, I forgot. That’s George.”“Who’s George?”“George is like my personal butler. I’m sure if you look there is a pot of.