“You’re awake,” I said, dropping out of stealth right in front of her.“Wha... , “ she flinched. “Oh, it’s you.”Violet grumbled, “Is ...t time for my watch already?”“No, but we need to talk.”“Are you here to threaten and bully me?” she asked, trying to sound unconcerned. Only the slight tremor of fear in her voice gave her away. She’s brave and smart. Perhaps this conversation will be all she requires.“You must have questions. I’m here to help you find the answers you need.”“You can’t help. Not. The first set of socks she found were empty, as were the second, and the third. What had happened? She had gone over a month, finding nothing but her son's crusty cum soaked socks in the laundry, and now she couldn't even find one. Then she found one, near the bottom. She yelped in triumph as she examined it, and noticed that it was indeed dry cum in it.She ran to his room, and grabbed his sheets and pillow case. His sweat should be on these, she figured. With everything in tow, she dashed back. ." her voice trailed off, seductively.Tim was confused. He was never secretive about his life to Lindsey, but she never seemed interested in girls he had been with. In fact, she seemed to despise any girl he showed an interest in. Schoolmates, strangers around town, even celebrities Tim admitted were sexy.But before he could think about it any more, Lindsey continued, "I still can't believe I was dumped today... That has me really worked up... I just want to do something.... I don't even. When we were younger we had fooled around. My older Step-Sister, Kiara, any my younger Step-Sister, Kiana, and I would beg our Step-Dad to let us sleep in the camper we owned. He would relent and the 3 of us would get up in the top bunk and the shorts would come off. We’d enjoy 2 or 3 hours of mutual exploration, put our clothes on, and go to sleep cuddling. My Step-Father eventually put a stop to that citing our advanced age. Looking back, maybe he knew. By the time I was 12, all of this.