We were in bed by 9:00 that evening after taking a long hot shower together in the tub / shower arrangement in the bathroom. The Sisters loved it, and...I loved rubbing soap on and into their skin for a long time. They washed me before we all got out and dried off. They donned the flannel nightgowns they had purchased before getting in bed. There was some hugging and kissing along with some breast massaging and rubbing against each other in the large bed before going to sleep, but there was no. The next morning I was sitting at the table eating cereal when she came wandering into the kitchen, I almost spat out the cereal when I saw her dressed in a tight tank top and a skimpy thong. "Hey man" she beamed as she bent down, opening the fridge. When she bent down I got a great view of her asshole that like last night got me rock solid. The man from last night entered the kitchen, not noticing me and walked up behind my sister and put a hand on her ass, slipping a finger inside her pussy. .. but that was far-fetched, too, she'd decided. That awful judge had passed down his decision, and no one was going to bother listening to their plight... two nobodies from the Midwest... Jean walked to one of the large TVs, turning it on in an attempt to rid her mind of its plaguing thoughts while she worked, switching the selector dial rapidly when the screen showed nothing but what fleetingly resembled plays, or soap-opera type scenes... until she came to what looked like a very familiar. It dawned on me that Mark and I had only been here one day…seemed a lifetime ago, no that we had two different lives.Then he asked if Mark and I had anything exciting planned together. I lied and told him nothing yet instead of saying, “I was minutes away from fucking our son’s eyes out”. Then he asked to talk to Mark.When I handed the phone to Mark…he kind of blocked me in between the wall and the bed. I could not get around him unless I touched him.He saw that I was a little nervous about.