Grandpa, after getting the embers glowing, put the steaks on the grill and went indoors to change into his swim shorts. He returned with his sunglasse... on. Well, he is he playing my own game, I wondered – to look at me from behind those dark lenses without getting caught… But then that’s what I had wanted! Grey hair covered his muscular chest. As we talked and grandpa continued with his manly role of barbecuing, I lay on my belly, showing my back to the sun and reading the magazine. My bums. It won't happen again!"A brief conversation ensued in the course of which Benson convinced his employer that he really did not mind how she dressed or undressed. She accepted with relief that her freedom was to continue! She asked him if he had a first name."Oswald, Miss Amanda" OK, Oswald. Mind if I call you that in future?"He did not mind. Amanda, pleased that a degree of informality was being established between them, went upstairs to see if she could loosen the workings of the ancient lock.. PLUS ... she’d just found out that her own brother wants to fuck her... (correction: is Going to fuck her) and that it’s one of the things she has to do, to insure his silence about the pills. She stammered... “But, what if somebody ever finds out? I’d just die.”I looked at her and pointedly asked, “How’s anybody going to find out? Are You ever going to tell anybody?” “God, NO! ... but you’re my brother, Brian. I don’t know if I could ever...” I cut her off, saying, “Sure you can. Just close. " Surprisingly, she merely arched an eyebrow at that. Maybe I could press her un-shyness?"I know what you saw. But the scar I mean is at the top of my inner leg, beyond my sex. We all have legs, what's the big deal if everyone sees mine, even here?" I'll second that. But you're describing the top of your femoral artery. Rupturing that is near-certain death. Let's take a look; open up." Before she could say no, I added, "I expect you are healed, but I want to see it. Unless you are too shy?".