Supposedly the best brunch in town, served privately for two.’ Damn, it wasn’t necessary. I spent the last two nights cleaning up my place. But wh... could pass this up, especially a room on the top floor that had its own elevator key in the most elite part of town? A place known for lodging CEOs, dignitaries, movie stars and rock star under a guarded cloak of privacy and discretion. The hotel was known for its heavily worded and enforced non-disclosure agreement it had with all of its employees. There was a pile of cardboard boxes and plastic garbage bags piled in front of my roll-up door. I found Rebecca sitting in the shade on my deck with a sour look on her face."You forgot to give me a key." Well, I guess we got a little side-tracked in our planning this morning." I said with a wink and a smile. "I take it that's your luggage out front?" Some of it. Just the stuff from my nanny job."There was a hint of depression in her voice that puzzled me. Was she having second thoughts about. However, I can’t just keep quiet anymore. When I was a little girl, I was taught to not speak unless spoken to. That wasn’t because I was a child, it was for the ignorant fact I was indeed a female. Not everyone in the south is like this anymore. Yet, my father was living in a time before the modern world. A place where women were useful for only two purposes, to have children, and please their husbands. And although I no longer reside in those particular circumstances, they will nevertheless. . specific details, not allowing the incestuous thoughts to permeate my mind.But now I did.I know for sure I had never seen Janet's nipples so hard, so puckered. Her dark areola's crinkled in arousal, twin little caps, a bit pointed, yet so inviting. Jack's hand occasionally reaching down between them, seeking and then finding one ... playing with it. Hearing my sister's moan of delight and approval, which merely triggered her own hands to likewise stroke, fondle or caress her brother's cock.