His brother Josh sat beside him on a sagging couch in their single-wide trailer in Republic, Washington. The brothers inherited the trailer the previo...s year when their mother died of lung cancer, a victim of years' of chain smoking. Their step-father died three years previously in a logging accident. A tree split and fell on his crawler tractor while he skidded logs to a mountainside landing.The Armbruster brothers were unemployed. They'd been out of work for two years since timber sales in. “Not sure if I can believe a thing that piece of trash says.”“Well, according to him we are sisters, Triann confirmed it a few hours ago. Though,” Here Drivas hesitated.Thellus, looked at her with a concerned look. “You know you can tell me anything though, us being sisters does make a lot of sense.”Drivas took a deep breath then continued, “Triann is still trying to confirm this next part. It also appears that the sick, sadistic, piece of trash is our sire.”Drivas, wasn’t sure what reaction. Let me begin where most gals like me begin. First of all my name isDawn, although some of my friends call me Dee. Like most gals, I havealways felt the urge to dress up in silky lingerie and women'sclothing, and I have vivid memories of dressing up in my Mom'slingerie and dresses way back in Junior High. At first I thought thatI might be "weird", but that didn't stop me. I felt oh so good whendressed, and I managed to have some special times to myself, often. Ieven remember coming home from. Mr. Wilson slipped off the young woman’s panties while taking turns kissing each thigh. He pressed down on her clitoris with his thumb, while nibbling on her protruding inner lips. Sarah wrapped her slender legs around his head, powerfully holding him in place. She began to pant rhythmically; her clitoris was swollen and on the verge of orgasm. Mr. Wilson flicked his tongue on her bulging button, back and forth and up and down. Sarah’s hips were shaking uncontrollably. He then took his thumb,.