Downstairs I could hear their laughter and conversation. Slowly I crept down the stairs and stood for a moment poised at the door to collect myself. W...th a rush of adrenaline I entered the room to be greeted by a welcoming cheer. I stood for several moments soaking up the atmosphere, taking in every detail of the room and my reception. Remembering how I had stood on this spot just a few hours ago trying to imagine this very moment.In the middle of the room lay the duvet I had prepared earlier. Mat groans out a sigh. “Come on dad, let me stroke it for you.” Abby tries to elicit seduction into her voice, and it works better than she expects.“Fuck… Alright,” he agrees. Mat pulls his pants down past his ass, exposing his raging boner. “There you go, baby. It's all yours.” Abby grins excitedly, her hand gently taking him. He sighs at the feel of her touching his stiff cock. Since she is so eager, he figures now is a good time to give her some guidance. Mat puts his hand around hers,. I'm J, 18 and my sister is A, 19 for the record. I'm a lonely guy quite by choice, I don't like going out or meeting with people I just stay home all day, but she goes out quite a lot, just stays home a couple of days a week in summer and its for two hours max, she is really popular in high school although she doesn't do well at all she is just fun to be around. Now, I have always had this i****tual fantasies with my mother or my sister but they're mostly uncontrollable, on dreams or riding a. Aubrey reached up to touch my nipple. I sighed.I will try not to be a burden.“Miranda, I love you. You will never be a burden to me.”I have remembered things. You saw our baby. You saw sweet Katie give birth.“Yes. Well, not really saw. Sensed. Knew they were healthy. Oh, Miranda, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for our baby. For Katie. And for our short lives.”But we are alive! I can feel. I can feel your hot tears on your cheeks and I can smell your body in bed. I can feel Kyle lying next to us. I.