We had already had some dinner at the shop while working. Then he brought me some clothes. I took them, then closed the bedroom & took off my wet clot...es. I had a good shower in the attached bath, then started to wear the clothes he had given me. I was so surprised to see them. It was tiny skirt, which when i wore, covered only one third of my thighs. The top was a noodle strap, deep neck top. Both were white in color. The cloth was satin. It was a very beautiful dress, but i was shy of wearing. I wanted something difficult and fiddly as a challenge. I’m not some pervert”I nearly said I wouldn’t mind if she was, but that could be taken the wrong way. I looked through others. She had drawn her eye, the dog, a foot, and a perfect replica of her breasts. And then there was this one of her (I assumed it was hers) nipple; all the little bumps and lumps around the centre. A man could, no, did, get a hardon looking at some of these. “No, you are an artist. Jeez! I’m not exaggerating. I think. Even though it was something we'd discussed over the years together. I never thought having a man in our group would ever actually happen. It was just something to dream about between the three of us. And yet, here you are. Right here. In my kitchen. Knowing that you're here to have sex with me."We just sat looking at each other. Suspended in the moment. Feeling a kind of bond and trust passing between us. It was then I realized it was about more than just the sex. It was about the delights of. " It's different. We're related." Earlier you said it wasn't a big deal. That it'll just be between us, and no one will ever know about it."Deep down, I enjoyed throwing Christine's words back at her. It was always fun giving her a hard time, because she always enjoyed doing that to me."Enough bullshit already," she said defiantly. "Let's get undressed. We'll do it at the same time, so it's fair."This time, I was the one who froze."Wait, you're serious?" Does it look like I'm joking?"With that,.