There was my sister Jean.I opened the door and said " what the hell are you doing here." She never visits without calling. She said " I have a surpris... for you."I let her in and as I was closing the door I got pushed back by the door. Someone was pushing it open against me.Then my brothr Jim appeared. I have not seen him in about 10 years so of course I jumped into his arms wrapping my legs around him. My robe fell open and my pussy was against his stomach.After I kissed him all over his face. “Relax baby,” I smile, then kiss her. She is behind me when I open the door.Ashley is wearing a skirt that hugs her waist, flowing over her round hips, stopping short on her tanned thighs, a simple shirt stretched over her breasts.“Hi Justin,” she smiles.“Ashley,” I greet her, stepping back, and once she’s in, I shut the door.The two females notice each other, and they’re both smiling deliciously.“Hi, Ashley.”“Hi, Emily. It’s good to see you again.” Ashley is confident, keeping the mood less. Stacey said she was going to call Margaret and tell her about it, but I talked her out of it. She kept talking about what we'd done to her, but the thing that she kept saying, like she couldn't get over it, was that another man had fucked her and she had enjoyed it. Needless to say, I didn't get sloppy seconds that night.The next day, I talked to Robert and he asked me how things were. I told him we needed to cool it for a while. I asked him if Margaret had said anything. He assured me that the. I stood propping my door open watching as the young lady I'd fathered and raised slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. She hung it over the door of her locker and reached back deftly to pop the clasp of her bra. With one swift motion it not only popped free it fell down her arms and she tossed it into her locker.The next to go was her skirt. She undid the zipper at her side and let it fall to the ground. She lifted it up with her foot and tossed it in next to her bra. Then she let her thumbs.