My gasp was like air rushing into a vacuum. The bed in the room was positioned facing the keyhole. Through it I could see a woman, lying on the bed. ...She was totally nude. Embarrassed, I backed out of the closet. Who was she? Could she possibly be the same mysterious woman who smiled at me downstairs? Positioned as she was, spread-eagle on the bed, head thrown back in ecstacy, I could only see her sex, her protruding breasts and... Wait a minute... Head thrown back in ecstacy... What was. Although he didn't know it, David talked to Tom about Wendy. Tom was duly responsive. When David said Her, She or That Girl, Tom recognized it and responded with one of his 991 different vocalizations.Most of the discussions included the notion that he missed her ... far more than he cared to admit. He didn't mind that she was 14 in actual time because he was only 11 years older ... and he didn't mind that she was 35 ... he was ten years younger.Actually ... he didn't mind anything about her. It was a wonderful feeling and I kept my hands there for a long time pretending that it I don’t care one attitude. She also didn’t object and luckily my penis also didn’t get erected due to tiredness.This used to happen now daily and she wasn’t objecting to it. So my guts also increased and from the side, I used to take my hand to the front and I could feel her erect nipples. All this happened while she used to drive the scooty and I had a lot of fun. This was going on for more than 10 days. Aunt Liz burst into the room, "Oh Sorry—wrong room," and left just as quickly.That night at dinner, we had a lively discussion."I'm sorry for walking in on you two, earlier—I forgot which room was Christine's?" Liz explained."Actually, Aunt Liz—I think you came in to catch my sister and me doing something wrong together," I questioned..."CHRISTOPHER!" mom exploded."Actually, Olivia—he's right. I picked up that the two of them were more than just brother and sister, maybe even Lovers. I'm sorry.