They had been fighting again. It was one of the times she was wrong and knew it but didn't want to admit it. He had, as usual, given in excepting the ...lame. That had infuriated her. She had screamed at him not to give up so fast. To use his balls for something else then fucking her, he wasn't always at fault. She had seen the shock of betrayal look on his face. He was so shocked that he didn't even say as he normally would that he actually didn't use his balls to fuck her she could trust him he. 'Come on, Auntie Vi! They're not that bad!'But in truth, I knew they were. Though it was several years ago, they had never forgiven me for what had happened with Uncle Jim. Jim was not my real uncle, but Dad's best friend who I'd always called uncle for some reason. I was eighteen at the time and he was forty-nine. How the fuck was that ever my fucking fault? Anyway... That was history. Secret history. Known only to four - Mum, Dad, Jim and me. They insisted it stay that way. It was. “So what? Worried about your reputation?”“Of course not! I’m proud to be by your side. But people may see us and tell your mom.”“My mom knows I kiss boys,” I said. “She might be a bit surprised if someone told her I was kissing a girl, but even that wouldn’t really shock her.“Your lifeguard colleagues …”“They’re more experienced than either one of us,” I assured him. “Kiss me again. Properly this time.”As he did so, I turned sideways and put my arms around him. My breasts were on his chest and. The more we wrestled and the more you touched me the harder you got.”I didn’t say anything, I was pretty scared. I could just imagine my sister telling my parents that I was fondling her and getting a hard on. I may as well pack to go back to New York. “I’m sorry, are you going to tell mom and dad?”“What are you fucking k**ding me? Why would I do that? I kind of like the idea of my big brother getting of with me. Can I touch it?”“What?”“I want to touch your cock and see how hard it is.”“No, you.