I got up and grabbed the coffee cup. "sleeping in the nude now, are we?" she said."Yeah, I sort of like it," I said. "Me, too," she said. I looked at ...er. She was staring at my hard-on again. Her eyes quickly moved up to mine, and her face reddened. "I mean... What I meant was, I sleep in the nude, too."I looked at her nightgown."Of course, I throw something on before I make the coffee and wake you up." Why, Mom? Are you embarrassed to be naked around me? I thought you said there was nothing to. Then I was standing in my own back yard. I could tell by the feeling of the grass under my feminine black work shoes. I walked up to the back door, and looked in the back window. The room was dim, but the door at the other side of the room was slightly ajar, yielding some light, but little else. Benji was having a fit, and I noticed Mr. Anderson glancing out the window towards me. I waved, thinking that even in the late evening gloom he?d recognize my outline. Stepping around the side of. Posing. Hardon. Embarrassment. Like being back in the waiting room. Where was the year-old Newsweek to complete the effect? ‘Just sit back in the chair and relax,’ said the grinning Lelanni. ‘You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be.’ ‘Don’t I need to sit still?’ ‘No, you’re fine.’ I felt my body finally start to feel a bit more at ease, except where my boner was angrily protesting the rough fabric on the inside of my jeans. ‘Well, let me come take a look then.’ Lelanni’s face become. And the supreme bit of information I would never have said to either of them (or any guys I know, for that matter) was that, when I laid down in bed at night, and started stroking my erection, coaxing a soothing load of semen from my balls, my thoughts flickered between imagining it was Cassie’s hand doing the stroking... or Lori’s.Pretty pervy, huh? Sure, I know you can marry your cousin in most states, especially a second cousin, but she’s still family. It would still be considered incest in.