My dressing had changed as I grewolder and now included stockings and sexier clothes and I hid a selectionin the summer house to save having to bring ...t each time.In all my years going to my Aunts I was never caught and I don't thinkshe had any hint of what I did. I was always very careful.My father had died when I was young and when I started college my motherannounced she was re-marrying and moving up north. I was in digs atcollege and so I stayed where I was and as my mother and I were not. We made out slowly, lazily, each resisting the desire to reach down and touch each other's cocks, but thrusting our hips against each other as our kisses and caresses became more urgent. Finally, I traced my fingertips down his shaft, eliciting a shiver and a moan, and I whispered, "Do you want to fuck me?" His cock twitched."Do you really want me to?" I could hear the need in his voice, but also his concern."Yes," I replied, and rolled over to pick up the bottle of lube off the floor."You.... Another thing about me, Along with being rather shy and quiet, I hate to dance! I know it’s one of the best ways for boys to meet girls and for young men to meet young women, but I seriously do hate to dance… so I don’t do it, and I normally don’t go to places where one is expected to dance. I was just hanging out with a friend who was going through a divorce and needed some company, so that’s how I ended up there, and I was content to sit at the bar, avoid the dance floor and quietly chat with. I liked having roast beef because it meant sandwiches for the next few days, but I had a feeling whatever he was about to tell me would not please me. I sat expectantly, automatically piling food on my plate and eating it like a robot, my eyes glued to my father's face. He was doing the same, except his head was down, focusing single-mindedly on the plate."Uh, daddy?"His eyes shot up to mine, a little worried. "Yeah, pumpkin?" You said you had something to tell me," I reminded him gently, the.