She didn't think she would want that. She was worried."I'm okay now." I said flatly, speaking with a southern accent that matched her own. I kept a te...dril of awareness in her mind."Like..." she had been about to say 'like I care' which would have been her usual, automatic retort. But she was worried about her brother. It was a feeling she was not used to."Are you sure? You're not thinking of doing anything... crazy or something?" No." I wondered at her unfamiliarity with basic kindness, her. Twenty two or twenty three she thought, a couple of years younger than her. He was always well turn-out at work and his neatly fitting suits showed off a sharp, well maintained physique beneath.Eager now to keep the subject of conversation on sex, Lena persisted. "So come on, Andy, what's your poison then? What porn are you going to be surfing for on any given evening at home, trousers down, tissues at the ready?" she said.Now Andy blushed, but REALLY blushed. She had painted a very explicit. The house sat on or more correctly "in" the crest of the hilltop. The main shed and greenhouse sat further up the slope to the West, nearly against the western wall. This was the highest point on the property. The rest of the buildings sat over the hilltop, safely out of sight from the road or even the front half of the property. If one looked closely they might see the windows of the house sticking out of the ground in a place or two, but from the North side of the hill they were nearly. I smiled in delight, loving the sounds he made. The grunts and groans. The manly passion.Yes, my son was into MILFs. And I was the only one around. I had my son’s attention all to myself.I hummed as I headed back to the table and finished my omelet.I found excuses to keep my son out of his bedroom all day long. I kept needing things from him. A jar of pickles was too tight, I needed him to relight the pilot light for the stove after I “accidentally” snuffed it out, and then I needed his.