I'd spent the day with my live-in girlfriend, Mary, and her family at the Riverfest, sitting on a blanket and listening to the music coming from the b...ndstand, eating grilled hamburgers and hot dogs and drinking the overpriced beer that the vendors sold. There was a pretty good crowd at Centennial Park, and the weather had cooperated nicely for a change, with none of the usual afternoon thunderstorms that our area is known for in the summer. Even the mosquitoes weren't too bad. Mary's folks had. They traded places and Christie joined me wrapped in a beach towel. I asked what yan had said and she told me I was cool, Scottish ppl wear kilts." aye but ye never wear knickers with it, that no right". The joke was lost but We had a stimulating conversation sharing a smoke. Christie told me that she always wore girls clothes growing up but would never part with the Pandoras knickers. I felt comfortable saying I had always loved panties, Stockings and that every second Monday I was picked. My toes stretched as far as they could go. Tara continued to smile and gently caress my hardening cock. This was a game to her, and I wanted so badly to make her stop, but it just felt soooo good. I couldn't. My body froze up and I looked down. What I saw was my hard cock, standing straight up towards my face and my sisters smiling, giggling face right next to it, singing "Babbbbby brotherrrrrr..." while her fingertips gently and slowly moved up and down... up and down on my hard cock. I looked. "I lay back in our collective pool of cooling sweat and listened to himfirst humming, then singing very badly in the shower, as he readied himselffor the day.Gus was a happy guy.But, at that moment in time, he couldn't have been happier than me.Chapter 2A couple of days later I'd just arrived home from work and was changing outof my business suit when the phone rang and I heard a familiar deep voiceon the other end."How ya doin', muscle boy?" Jim!" I said, only to quickly replace it with "uh.