Such a nice party. DJ night and drinks and dance floor. Everyone was high and were enjoying to their best. We had light dinner and asked my sister whe...her we can go for the dance floor.I took my sister and the song was Bollywood Mashup. So we danced well. At some moment my dick touched her ass. Both looked at each other. But still, we were dancing. I took hold of her back and slightly moved my hand towards her ass. She smiled and lifted my hand. We had forgotten that we were cousins and again I. I hated my boobs; they were in the way when I played softball and soccer. While Jenny had perfectly round B cups I got huge D cups. She sometimes told me she was jealous of my tits and I told her she should be happy with the ones she had. *** That weekend started off well. Our parents left and we walked down to the video rental place a few blocks away and picked up four movies to watch. When we got back home we ordered pizza and was about to sit down and eat it when the phone rang. Jenny. "Michelle called," Di said. "She got a call from social services and wanted to know what was going on. She said her husband Karl would help if you need him." Damn," Jason muttered and looked down. "What did Lola say to you?" That they got an anonymous tip about sexual abuse. I told her nothing happened but she kept after me. Then she made me show her where I slept and poked around my room." Carrie," Jason growled. "God damn it!" That's what I figured." I'm so sorry, Di." Jason looked in her. He doubted his mother was this demonstrative with the old man. Or other lovers, if any; that was something he'd never asked. The first time he fucked her, she'd gone over the top so quickly that he couldn't help but think she was acting to build up his confidence, build up his ego as a monster stud. Or was she really this way because of who they were? He'd been a virgin at the time. Since then he'd fucked a few girls his own age and one of their moms. The older woman had been more like his.