Anyway, I’m sorry that I ... tried to burn your clothes, for the record, and kicked you out how I did. I fucked that up badly, pardon my French. And...yes, I’m trying to ... be more forgiving, more understanding, less prudish, less self-righteous and sanctimonious. A truce? At long last?” Mom pleaded with Dad.“Truce. Thank you for that ... Jessie. Anyway, who’s your gentleman caller? I guarantee you, man, if I were straight or even bi, I’d be envious as fuck. Sorry, bad language,” Dad blushed a. Then you quickly shut the door as you realize you are sporting a semi in your track pants. You walk back towards your editing room, dropping the pie off in the kitchen for later. You turn on the screens and start up the rest of your editing equipment. You place the memory card in the reader and transfer the data to your media array. After a few seconds, the screens come alive with an image of a bedroom. The image shakes a little before stabilizing, perhaps fastening to the tripod. It moves back. Obviously the future bride & ALL my friends wanted to make sure he attended. He had one more gig & if he could get someone to substitute his place at work (Male stripper I would learn) he would definitely go by. The party was blasting great music. Lot's of drink for everyone. It was in the summer so many people were in the pool & in swimsuits. Most of my friends & me were not due to the bachelorette party. The future groom was having his own party elsewhere so my girls were living it up with. I didn't want to do anything sexual with my sister, but my penis caught my lie and started growing larger and larger.We both eventually let go of the other. I laid my body back on her bed. She followed me and we both stared at the ceiling. I turned my head towards her and she did the same my direction. We both closed our eyes and leaned our faces in. And we kissed each-other. A brother kissing her sister. It must have been her first time kissing someone because she started taking out her.