It was still odd to think of her like that; not as my brother, Mort, but my sister, Mandy. She acted mostly the same as before, but there were differe...ces in ways both obvious and subtle. After what had happened with our parents, I resolved to do the best I could to care for her, even if it meant giving up some of the things I wanted to do. I would see to it that Mandy had the happy loving home Mort never did.We were still going through a period of adjustment as we both got used to our new. He interrupted me and said "Don't worry about it, would you like to watch me fuck her?" Before I could process his question, I blurted out "Dear God yes!"Larry took me back into the house, where Heather had made the three of us some drinks. I quickly downed mine trying to comprehend what was happening. Larry said "I think Ray has had too much to drink tonight, and should stay here tonight, don't you agree Heather?" Actually, all I had was the one drink, but Larry was getting the ball. "Hey, how much did you put in?"That's about a double-triple, I'd say. Like it?"She took another, smaller sip. "Boy, that's strong stuff. If I drink this, I'll be climbing the walls." But do you like it, Mary?"She looked up at him quickly. "Yes, I like it. Why? Does it matter?" Not really. It matters only that you don't seem able to listen to what I'm saying. That is, I'm not coming through clear to you at the moment. This means, I suspect, that you have quite a bit going on inside. Am I. Paula looked at me for an indication of what to do next.“Gentlemen,” I said, by way of introduction to the startled guys, ...my wife Paula.” With this Paula stood in front of the group, so we could all get a good look and, with a wicked grin, dropped her towel exposing her full nakedness to us all. “You don’t mind if she joins us, do you?” I continued with a smile. The two men, who were probably in their late twenties, were by now sitting wide-eyed with their mouths hanging open as they took in.