" he laughed, slapping Al on the back.Physically they were both in their mid thirties, but there all similarity ended. Al was a tall man, with blond h...ir and blue eyes, like his mother. Sam was shorter and darker, with a distinct Mediterranean cast to his features.They resumed their walk down the corridor, brother beside brother, just as it had always been. The silence between them was comfortable, as though they both knew what the other was thinking. "How much do you need for startup capital. ”“Er, yes. We’re very short staffed at the Hostel, but how come... ?” Then he remembered his manners. “Stupid me! Come in, love, come in! I was just going to make some hot Chocolate. You’ll have some? You’re lucky to find anyone at home, I should be–”“At Grange,” she completed the sentence, and waited with a smile.John was now operating on automatic pilot, which meant that his natural hospitality drove what he said and did, while his mind tried to catch up with this completely unexpected. He was seventeen at the time. His father was out of town on business - he was promoted to a new position at his company, which meant more time away from home - and I was there alone and when he came in at 1am I did the typical "mom thing" and asked him where he was and why he was so late. He was supposed to be home by 12. I heard him come in and figured I would make an attempt to be somewhat parental.I asked him why he was so late. His response was "What's it to you" and a few other choice. Her other ass?I came even more awake. I realized that my arm was inside Mikee's sleeping bag and inside her panties, my middle finger pressed against her rosebud anus. When did that happen? Mikee's body was pressed up against me, spooning against my back, separated by the two sleeping bags.I lifted slightly and turned my head to see her sleeping face.It was Darlene's sleeping face.Fuck! I had my hand down the back of Darlene's panties.I pulled my finger gently out from between her cheeks, then.