The water churned and splashed as much as fifty feet in the air. Despite the high energy the splashing water made it had a calming effect on me. I got...lucky and the water was roaring out of the concrete barrier.At a quarter till noon I headed for the NCO club.It was a Monday and only a few tables were taken. Apparently neither Greg nor Tomkins had arrived yet. I found a booth in a corner of the club that suited my needs and I ordered a pitcher of beer and three glasses.At twelve thirty I was. I suddenly was ten years old, and going to the bathroom during the night. I heard a noise, and looked down stairs. I saw Mom on her knees, and she was lifting up Aunt Marie's dress. I don't know why that popped into my head, but it did. As I drove home, my mind was racing. The time I waited for Aunt Marie to finish in the bathroom, so I could use it, only to discover half an hour later, that she was not in there. Where was she? Suddenly little bits and pieces made sense. Mom and Aunt Marie, all. With his cock stretching his trunks Ian got off his sunbed and gently put his left hand on his sister's buttocks. "Mmmmm," she cooed. He stroked her cheeks with his left hand before putting his left hand on her left buttock and his right hand on her right mound. He massaged her cheeks and she twisted and wriggled and moaned as her juices rose in her cunt.Ian then straddled his sister's body and lowered himself so that his hard prick pressed against her arse crack."God, Ian, you have got to fuck. ?Let me go.? Just then, themusic switched to Private Dancer. I knew shecould hear the desire in my voice, but she just smiled and stepped behind me,running her hands up and down my arms. She leaned forward and pulled my headinto her breasts. Her hands moved down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. I closedmy eyes and lost myself in the sensations. She opened mybelt and slacks, and pulled them off me as I lifted to help her. That left mesitting there in my blue boxer briefs and black oxfords. She.