‘Think you can manage that?’ Harley grinned. ‘That and a whole lot more babe.’ He almost jumped from the chair to the bed and bent his head to...kiss her gently. ‘How long you been awake?’ ‘I been drifting in and out for a while. How long has it been since…?’ She stopped and swallowed hard. ‘Since he died?’ ‘Three weeks, doctors think you went into some kind of shock. You were pretty beat up, and all…’ He still felt anger over the bruises and abuse she had suffered at Max’s hands. ‘Its’ all over. " she said, smiling at me. My cock, having been erect and at half mast alternately the past fifteen minutes, jumped back to life. Was my sister really proposing to have sex with me?She kissed my arm, then moved her hand to my chest, caressing me. She looked into my eyes expectantly. I moved my hand to cup one of her breasts, squeezing lightly and feeling it fill my hand perfectly. Her soft mounds were absolutely delicious, her nipples begging to be licked and sucked. Which I did, leaning over. There was no conspiracy at work here, just faulty technology."Error or not, Mr. Richards' presence in our family of sisters might produce, er, unwanted sexual tension; that kind of stress can be bad for families," Sheila explained as she took a seat across from us."Seriously? If you're all lesbians, how can an old fart like me produce any sexual tension?" I protested."There are capital-L Lesbians, and there are lowercase-L lesbians, Mr. Richards, and then there are those who might want to find. I returned my attention to her clit, licking it, nibbling, sucking, kissing and pinching it between my lips and whilst doing that I immediately inserted my two forefingers deep in her shimmering sheath. I laid there my head and fingers buried in her womanly center clenched in between her thighs, my free hand massaging whatever I could reach on her squirming, screaming temple of a body. I heard muffled screams as I felt a stream of spicy juices poor down my mouth that I swallowed with pleasure..