The one hunched over my baby girl, getting her pregnant ... turned out to be my son. I just knew it, somehow. I didn’t want to believe it, but there...was that note in his voice that just said it. What are “we” going to do? He should have said, “What are you going to do.”I had no idea what to do. I knew I should get up and go confront them. But what if I was wrong? You can accuse your kids of a lot of things and get away with it ... but accusing them of incest ... and being wrong about it? I knew. "An asshole to Mom, to me, and to Antsy. But, you weren't always like that. I remember the time I helped you replace the front door knob." I smiled, remembering my dad's hand rubbing my head. "You told me I was good boy for helping you out. So, Dad, I forgive you. Wherever you are."I was close to crying as I walked from the podium and out the door. I leaned against the wall and Mary appeared and hugged me, cradling me to her breast as I cried. When I regained my composure, I saw my Uncle Aaron. She’s a petite thing, long blonde hair, tight little waist, amazing tits and a cute little ass. No man could resist that.I told her the day before that some of the boys would be over to watch the game. She’s an amazing hostess, so I knew she would have no problem whipping up some snacks and getting some beer on ice. She had no clue of my intentions either, not even after I suggested she wear her old cheer outfits as a joke to tease the guys.When Brad and Tyler had arrived, they brought with. “There’s another pair in that pocket, put them on.”“Hand me that camera in there too.”“Why? Are you going to take my picture?” She laughed as she handed him the small Panasonic digital camera.“Yes, now look toward me and smile.”“I want one of you too.”“Let me take us up to five thousand feet and set the cruise and auto. I want lots of pictures.”“I do too. Will you get naked and let me take some?” She laughed as she asked him.“Will you?”“I’d get naked right now, if you told me to.”“Do you do.