She came downstairs with a massive smile "here you are, try remeber nxt time" and she winked at me. i took my phone and embarrasingly started walking ...ut, she said goodbye walking up the stairs and as she did i turned to say goodbye back to her, wow i was amazed by how sexy her ass was in that tight skirt of hers, it was so nice to see it moving as she was going up the stairs, i heard a little laugh and a voice say "you can either stare or just follow me silly boy". no hestitation i followed. Tears, sobs, and a cry of ‘oh god’ echoed round the room, and the video was over, my own eyes misting tearful, as I glanced at my sister who`s own eyes were alive and shining, obviously having enjoyed every scream and writhe of our mother under that terrible cane. She looked deep into my eyes then said, “well little brother, which is it to be, 6 of the best, or the brand?” I thought for a moment weighing up the odds, then said slowly “the brand, and only if you realise it`s just so that I. She decided that a bra wasn’t necessary and opted to wear a nearly sheer bikini pantie. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.Moments after she had gone downstairs, June heard the doorbell ring. “Time to go,” she said to herself. She opened the door and stepped out to greet Alice. Joan was holding the door of the car open for her, and June got in. She was seated between Alice and Joan as they drove. The car stopped at a little Italian restaurant for lunch.Lunch was uneventful except. “You okay?” she asked, her warm, comforting smile beaming as if welcoming a child on their first day at school. And I needed it; our clandestine journey had left me shaken. I hate being enclosed. I remember as a young boy finding myself at the bottom of a bundle on the school playing fields. I panicked and became hysterical; I’ve never really got over it.“Yes.”“You don’t look it. Here,” she said, handing me a small hip flask.“What is it?” I asked, smelling the opening. It's warm, strangely.