And not only that, but there was also alcohol on his breath and and panties in his pocket. He didn't care anymore. His mom was way too strict. His cav...lier attitude was mostly in part because he was drunk, but it didn't matter to his mother when he got home. The yelling didn't bother him much as he was too drunk and just thought she was being dumb.The poor woman was just a single mother, trying to cope with her rebellious 14 year old son who obviously thought that he knew everything, and not. " Jesus Jill, do you hate me that much, you must think I'm some sort of pervert do you, just because I haven't had a date in awhile I must be ready to fuck just about anyone huh, is that it?" Oh God damn it Peter I am so sorry, it just sort of came out you know, it must be my hormones talking... hey, wait a minute, what the hell do you mean by just about anyone, I'm not just anyone I'm your sister." And what's that suppose to mean Jill, that all brothers want to screw their sisters, or maybe. "Oh yes baby, finger me." She purred leaning her head back against the back of the couch.Rebecca had her eyes closed and was humping her pussy furiously against her brothers face when she heard her mother's moan. Opening her eyes she looked over at her parents and her mouth watered. She could see her father's fingers sawing in and out of her mother's hot slit and she whimpered as she licked her lips. She grasped her brothers head and pulled him tighter against her own burning pussy as she. All I know is what you said to me. I know you were sick, and that you weren't yourself when you made all those phone calls and told me all those things you did. I'm afraid about how you're going to change with the therapy."When we talked about the children, we were able to communicate well together. When the topic switched back over to me, and to what might happen with both my identities fully integrated, I saw the fear and uncertainty in Shirley's face. I began feeling afraid as well. Up until.