The snow and dangerous road conditions. No way she meant for me to see this. I gawked for a few seconds then turned the TV off. I shook my head again....The fire needed stoking. I needed a drink. Anything to take my mind off what I had seen.“Terry,” yelled Dani, from the bathroom.“Yeah, Sis,” I answered, trying to make myself realize how close she was to the family. She was my brother’s wife for crying out loud. I walked to the bathroom door, “What you need?”“I forgot to get towels from the. One of the other boys came into the kitchen to see what was taking so long and joined in. He comes up behind lifting my skirt and rubbing my pussy mound. I spread my legs and he begins to finger me. I can feel his hard, young cock pressing against my ass. Another boy came to the door of the kitchen. When he saw what was happening he said, “Bring the party back in here.”I was led back into the living room where they lay me on the couch - literally!! My sweater was pulled up. Young hands and. All except one, that is. Mrs. Brothers hired Benny to carry out general services in her home every Saturday morning from eight until noon (Mr. Brothers was always at the bank during those hours). Those services might be anything from stripping old wallpaper, to cleaning bird poop off the garden statuary, to rearranging junk in her attic. She cleverly cleared hiring his services with his father, saying it was her opinion that every young person should have some kind of scheduled, productive. ’ I smiled weakly and grabbed his hand. ‘I’m sorry I slapped you. And scratched you,’ I added, catching sight of the livid welts on his shoulders. ‘No worries. I’m pretty sure you have some teeth marks on you.’ After a few moments, we stood up. He took my hand and led me to one of our tiny bedrooms—his, I saw. Before he could say a word, I dropped to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. He stiffened instantly. I cupped my hand under his balls and massaged them gently in my hand,.