Memories of us wrestling together when we were children came flooding back and soon we were both laughing and carrying on, Mark looking up at me, his ...xpression changing but it took a few seconds for me to understand, only then noticing that the sash holding my robe closed had come undone and I was now exposed to my brother."Oops, sorry." I went for the ends of the sash, my arms reaching for them only succeeding in giving Mark a much better view before I finally covered myself a few seconds. " Of course," Ben stuck in, "by then, we'll be married. I can pay for college for my wife, from the money my dad left me. Let's see what Stanford offers. Then we'll make up the difference. I'd like to accept their offers of admission as a married couple—Memorial Church is a lovely place to get married, but I don't want to wait that long."The Sommersets had forgotten about the kids' money. Ben's stash had been quietly working for almost five years now—and had doubled in that time. With that. I French kissed her deeply and moved my mouth to her right tit and began licking and squeezing it, she tried to stop me but I latched on and began sucking like a 30 pound 5 month old, my mouth filling with the faintly sweet nectar of warm, thin mother’s milk. Eva relaxed as the Oxytocin went to work. An old memory rushing back to me of suckling at my own mother’s full tits when I was as old as 5 as she used it to bribe me to go to kindergarten. My dedicated nursing mother of 9 probably had. “I’m not trying to have a baby,” said Hannah. “It’s more like I won’t be all broken up if that happens.”“What about Bob?” asked the teenager at the table. “Don’t you think he ought to have something to say about that?”“Yes,” said Hannah. She blushed and I was pretty sure it wasn’t forced. She turned to me. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”“When?” asked Harper, who was sharp. “Are you telling me you two talked about this beforehand?”“We did,” admitted her mother.“When?” asked Harper again..