"Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear." She pulled back the covers to show me. I tried to stop her but it was too late. Mom/Lorraine saw...my hard cock tenting my briefs obscenely. I drew back instinctively. She sat back down on the other bed, hands clenched together, smiling. It was kind of a nervous, uncomfortable/devilish but innocent smile. "Oh, I guess they call you Cal." "No... Actually people... call me Marty." "Oh," she said, lowering her hands to her lap. I could've sworn I. . you know, but it’s hard (both boys grinned at each other stupidly from the implication) err, yeah, umm, with her being your sister and me knowing all your brothers and your parents. I keep worrying that your Mum would hex me if she found out. I doubt she’d be too pleased, and she scares me more than your Dad. ‘Course, I doubt your Mum would be too pleased if she knew about us, come to think of it." Harry’s words were the truth, and he didn’t really see the need to tell Ron he had a pretty. None of them were what you would call "hot" but they weren't unattractive either. Most of them were married and my wife and I had gotten together with them a few times socially. The others were either never married or divorced. They were all pretty friendly and a couple were fun to flirt with.I was cool with them all except for one. Right from the first day I met her I was attracted to her in a very sexual way. She was a bit shy and would turn bright red right away if I said the slightest thing. Which was as well as her mother had died when she was eighteen, her father was an alcoholic. In the convent, she discovered sex and she loved it. I only knew her as Sister Mary, she was a dream, very intelligent, tall with a wonderful body.” “When she was thirty she left the convent, she got a position in a very good Secondary school. We met several times but we had to use hotels. The headmaster of the school was a widower, he took an interest in her, they started dating. Then she wrote to me.