Sex slowly became an afterthought, if we could remember to think about it in the first place. In other words, we had become a normal middle-aged coupl.... We had sex about once a week. Leah now preferred to spend her leisure time in front of the TV, watching murder mysteries. She would respond to my sexual advances if she was in the mood, but she seldom initiated anything. Once in a while, we would get a bit drunk and have really good sex, almost like the old days. The evening would end with. But did I have the courage? The trouble I would be in if I got caught, was barely worth mentioning. Our parents were quite cool, but they certainly wouldnt be happy catching there son perving on his own sisters. My little head made the decision for me quite easily. My hormones were racing, my dick was hard again just thinking about it and I decided to go for it. I could hear the water splashing so I knew Caitlyn was in the shower already. I tiptoed over to the door, why I dont know, since there. She had 2 brothers, both much older, and Dad as she grew up. Her mother had died young, in a car accident down near Destin. Her Dad never seemed to notice that she had few girls over, as a matter of fact, he never seemed to notice much of anything after her Mom had passed away. She pretty much grew up alone. Her first year in college came as a pleasant surprise to her. She relished her newfound personal freedom, and she was really lucky to find a roommate that was much like her. Jennie had. I sat back down on the sofa next to her. “You’re not my Uncle Eric, are you?” “I’m not,” I admitted. “You’re just Eric. You’re the guy who lives in 2B, the quiet one; the nice one.” “I’d like to think so.” “I buried my husband today and you were there to help me get through it.” “Yes.” “If I hadn’t buried him I would have divorced him.” “You told me that,” I admitted. “He was a selfish, hateful son-of-a-bitch.” I sat silent, realizing that confirming her statement would be callous, especially.