. yes, Ma'am."Mom tapped the watch ... she asked me, flat out, "Are you responsible enough to use it?"When you're in the Guilty chair, don't even try ...o lie."Probably not," I said. "I know what it does ... I'm afraid I'll use it for revenge." Revenge?" Mom asked."Yeah ... people, other kids in school, pick on me ... us ... because of your lifestyle." I said."Our lifestyle?" Daddy and three wives, now four ... eight kids and you're All pregnant ... again." I explained."I see."That's what I like. " I laugh, partially because I know it won't happen, and partially because I know there's a bit of me that wishes it would. I reply back, "No back massage unless you do me first," allowing the double entendre to play in his mind. I send the message, and then I take my computer off my bed. I'm suddenly exhausted, unable to keep my weary eyes open any longer. Snuggling down into my red sheets, I close my eyes, hoping for a good night's sleep full of 'bad' dreams.When I become conscious, that's my. “Jem! Jemmy!” she called as she went into the house tossing her hat and utility belt on the side. “Fuck it!” she said out loud; if she had to sit on Jem’s cock while her sister looked on and watched, she did not care a bit as long as she had cock. They had few, if any secrets between them anyway these days.Coming out through the lower door next to the pool, Fallon stopped dead in her tracks. There in front of her, her little sister was lying naked, flat on her back on the table. Spit and cum. She was quite shy. Aman asked her if she was good and complimented her beauty. To which Ramya only smiled and looked down. Aman said, “We are soon getting married and you need not hesitate.” Aman went ahead raised her head. The moment got intense, the heartbeats raced and soon lips were locked.Soon they were in each other’s arms. After lip lock, they both calmed down. Ramya asked Aman to lock the door. Aman went to lock the door and came back. Ramya was standing with her back against Aman. Aman.