"I thought you were sleeping." Sorry," I said as I leaned back in hopes that Mom hadn't seen the bulge in my pajamas. "I heard you singing." Hard to r...member that I'm not alone now," Mom said. "Lucky I wasn't sitting her naked like I do sometimes."Bad luck, I thought, because seeing my Mom naked would have probably made my cock tear through the fabric of my pajama bottoms."I'll try to keep my singing down," Mom said."No, don't," I said. "It makes me feel like I'm home again. You sing pretty." I. "I thought you heard that."He pointed toward the rear, his hand showing a slight tremor. "Alyson ... She just said ... You must have said something else to her. What was it?"Mary shook her head and looked as if she were trying not to laugh. "Oh, Doug." She stepped around the table and squeezed him tightly. "She's thirteen years old, Doug. She's not a baby any more."His body stiffened in her arms. "So what was it you said?" he asked with a quiet voice cloaked in suspicion.He felt a small chuckle. “ ... We have to think of what’s for dinner...”“Grilled cheese sandwiches,” I replied.“Oh, he’ll KNOW what’s up if we serve ‘im grilled cheese,” she laughed.“Poor Dad,” I giggled in return. “Forever imprinted. You say ‘grilled cheese’ and he gets an erection.”“Erections’re useful, you know...”My brown-haired sister/lover/wife. How did THIS thing find all my buttons and know how to push them?Haley’s turn:“Grass strips’re cheating,” Rob said. “Don’t get lured into the trap.”“Trap?” I asked. Don't ever stop!" filled his ears as he slammed hard against her white ass-cheeks in one frantic lunge, emptying his balls deep inside her quivering rectum, deep into her belly, the long, hard spurts triggering sensations of shattering satisfaction that caused her to gasp to the rhythm of his jerking spasms.Wendy sighed contentedly, stretched out like a cat on the shag rug and murmured, "That was beautiful... just beautiful. You'll never get rid of me now, Chris... I'll do anything you like....