Just me, I guess." Well, good, you're the one I want to talk to," she said as I immediately wondered what it might be. She's two, nearly two and a hal... years older than I am and we really don't have much in common, so I was really curious."Sure, what about?" Sex, I understand that you're having sex with both Allison and Yvonne."It was like I was hit with a brick. The three of us had been extra careful to keep from getting caught and now it looks like our cousin knows all about it."Um, no,. He’s not like your Uncle Brian, who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.’ Another rather squeaky fart escaped from Anne’s bottom and a rapid succession of soft plops landed in the pan beneath her. ‘That feels better. I needed that.’ Barnaby put his hand to his mouth. His eyes were beginning to water at the smell. ‘Phew, it stinks in here!’ Anne couldn’t resist a wicked grin. ‘Well, what did you expect? The scent of roses and carnations?’ ‘Well, no.’ ‘Precisely. Have you ever. Once I was finished, Mary, (who had likely been listening at the door), walked in and they hugged each other.Again, I was surprised how understanding my new girlfriend was of my sister.April told me that the plans were in place for ‘her boyfriend’ to come over for dinner that night. She made the observation that her mother was excited with her oldest daughter finally having a boy to bring home. Her father, Davis didn’t have a clue.With time to kill, she asked both Mary and I if we wanted to go. "You want to see it too, right? I mean, at the same time I do." "Sure." She giggled. "I wish you could fuck me while we look at it, though. Maybe we can feel each other." I have an idea," I said. "Wait a minute."I went out to the garage, and finally found it: my old music stand, from when I played trombone as a kid. Well, I probably shouldn't say I played it, but I carried it around, anyway.I set in in front of the sofa. "Now you sit on my lap and turn the pages," I said, "and I can fuck you.