I still had not explained to Jen, what had happened between Beth and I, before I met her. I did want to get it out in the open, so if it ever came up,...it would not be a surprise. Being family, it would not be odd to be seen with Beth, but I really thought the less we got together for now, the better it would be for both of us.“What did you have in mind, Beth?” I asked.“Lance is out of town, he won’t be home until early in the morning, can I come over now?” she asked quickly.“I suppose so, I am. Oh forget it." Mom's pussy was sore? From the cycling? "And I'm all sticky," she complained as she ran a finger across her breast and the paint that covered it. Paint that was now gooey and uncomfortable."I'll wash you," I said, then took her hand and before she knew what was going on, started to lead her to the bathroom. "And put lotion on your sore parts." You can't," she protested when she figured out what I was suggesting. I walked her into the large, marble floored shower."And who's going. Tightening my grip on her I murmur softly, "It appears we may even be snowed in." I watch her delicate features frown and then her eyes flutter open again, her pupils retracting, her gaze fixed on the window. She bites her lip."Mmm… So it does. How clever the weather is," she murmurs, pushing herself up against my chest.The sheet slips down her smooth back, pooling at her hips. Her skin rising in bumps as the cool air brushes over it. I smooth my hand over her arm, watching her nipples harden. I then shrugged my shoulders and reminded her that she didn’t know where my sister lived. A fatal mistake on my part really, she slapped me across the arm and reminded me that was my fault not hers and anyway she planned to drink at the cookout and I was now the designated driver. When I looked at her all she did was smile and said, ‘I suppose you’re going to tell me you didn’t get the memo now aren’t you?’ That intrusion into my lunch with my sister led to us both taking the afternoon off.