”She laughed.With difficulty I fed her breakfast and gave her a drink. She relaxed and we chatted for a while. She was frustrated by not being able...to look after herself and she wanted a bath! Funny how it’s things you take for granted that you miss the most.“If you want a bath, Nan,” I said. “We can arrange it. I’ll give you one.”“Oh, no!” she said as if I’d committed the ultimate sin. “You can’t bathe your Nan.”“Why not? You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before or have you got. It made the ranch seemed lived in. One morning as I sat, sipping my coffee, I started thinking about how I ended up on the ranch. It was a long and twisted journey. I was a bookkeeper for my Uncle Vito. I worked in a small office over one of his restaurants. You may not think a bookkeeper was major job, but my Uncle was the head of one of the largest crime families on the East coast. I was in charge of all his money, both legally earned and ‘other’. I was well respected within the ‘family.’. But she told me the guys she went out with didn't do anything. The only fooling around she had ever done was with Tom. I asked her why she didn't just start something herself, but she said, then guys would talk about her being a dirty leg. (A dirty leg is a country expression meaning a girl with come running down her legs, walking home on a dirt road that causes dust to powder up and stick to the come. Thus, dirty leg.) She said she played with her butt a lot but didn't put anything in it but. I quickly pulled the cover up, embarrassed by my nudity. “Uh…um…I was just…you know…” I stumbled the words out of my mouth. “Pleasuring yourself? That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” my brother said smartly. A rush of butterflies came into my stomach, and traveled down to my pussy leaving a tingling sensation. I was so wet just my seeing my brother and knowing he was thinking about me naked. I could also see the huge lump rising in his pants. I didn’t know what to say, but he could tell I was.