“Oh.” My response was just as elaborate as my thoughts were at this moment. “Come on, you can pet her too.” I looked at her, wondering if she ...as setting me up to get pecked, but she just smiled at me and waved her hand. “Martha doesn’t mind, really.” So I bent down and reached through the mesh with my finger like Erin had done. The chicken, aware that this finger belonged to a different person, cocked its head to the sides a few times and eyed it critically. I almost pulled it back when it. I guess I'll just have to phone him to find out."The reading of Glen's last will and testament the next day was a less harrowing experience than the funeral had been. Unsurprisingly, Glen had left his entire estate to Christine or, in the event that Christine's death preceded his own, it was to be divided equally between Fiona and Gavin.Over the next week or so Gavin helped Christine manage the many small, practical things that needed done. The joint bank account had to be changed into. And my step-daughter was sitting within about ten feet from both of us, witnessing this entire thing. I wanted this so bad. But was scared to death of what might happen in the after-effects.And my step-daughter made it easy by simply looking at me, shrugging, and saying, "I'd go for it dude. A chance of a lifetime. And not sounding dirty or twisted, but I'm kinda curious to see what it's like." Karissa said.Christ. I had no idea it was going to really go forward this way. So I just said fuck. Her eyes were closed, I know because I opened mine for a brief second and peeked. We kept going, her with the kissing and I with the unbuttoning, and the kissing too, but my mind was mainly on the unbuttoning. Her button could no longer resist the pressure and it gave way. I slipped my hand and felt her cotton panty (my mum is in the apparel industry and I can tell cotton from silk with my eyes closed). How my cock had not burst by now is beyond me because this was the very first time I was.