I would go back and forth a couple of times. Same scene every Sunday morning. Meanhwhile, it seemed that seeing my mom's pussy or breasts was impossib...e, some kind of verboten activity; while my sister was allowed inside her bedroom while my mom was getting dressed and ready for work, it was absolutely out of the question that I be there too. Which got me thinking that there ought to be something really nasty about women's sexy bits. Like I was reminded before I was even old enough to go to. It’s so nice to be a guy with a reputation when your rep tells girls you can make the magic happen for them. She was burning hot and ready to go.I moved so I could lick her clit and work her G-Spot at the same time.“Oh Paul, it’s already better that I’ve ever had. You surprised me. I thought you were hot for Jayne.”“I am honey, but you’re a hot girl too. I’m not going to ignore your pretty pussy. Besides, Jayne is fourteen, so she’s going to be incredibly tight. I want her so hot for me she. " Patrick..." Elizabeth was near tears."Son, you're going to have to speak plainly to me. What am I lying to you about?" You told me Elizabeth is your sister and Bandor is your brother. Would you like to correct that now?" I asked."No. That was the truth, Son. What are you getting at?" Patrick! Stop it! Please!" Elizabeth begged."Sorry, Liz, but it's time the truth came out." I turned to my Dad. "Of course they're your sister and brother. What you neglected to mention was that they were. Ritten by ShyA little background before you read!This story was inspired by a long-term recurring dream I could never seem to shake, as well as Peter Pan. It's one of my favorites and I've finally expanded upon it.