We were the victims of a F4 tornado that ripped our house to shreds. We were all in the basement when it happened. A pipe burst and hit mom in the hea.... She stayed in a c*** for about a week before they took her of assisted breathing. She didn't last after that.Dad and I moved to another state out west, tried to start over. Dad even tried dating again, but never went out with the same woman twice. I was supposed to go to college back on the east side, but I couldn't leave dad. I found a local. "Honey, you're just being hostile!" she accused, with a disarming little smile.Coming back up from having done her good deed for the day, she happily filled me in."Honey... ," she said sadly, "He spent last night sleeping underneath the Stairway overhang." Well, I hope you told him not to get too comfortable," I whined. "I know charity begins at home; but even thinking of letting him stick around is ridiculous." Why don't we go down, spend some time with him?" my wife suggested. "It might be. There was one bag that I had packed with some of our toys in it; I had packed nine suction tubes with the pump, three strings of anal beads, three butt plugs, three sets of Ben Wa Balls, and three remote controlled eggs. There were also some new toys the girls didn’t know about yet. I had three clit clips with little dangly jewels on them and three pairs of non-piercing nipple clip-on jewelry. I also had gotten four different love lotions; most of them tend to heat up if there is air moving on. ”“Oh?” Giving me smug. Moms are so dense.Walker’s eyes drifted south. Understandably so. He’s male, my unfettered boobs had perked up. Silky, sun-yellow tee, tucked tightly into black bicycle shorts. Tight, black bicycle shorts.I glanced around, tweaked my nipples, smiled, “You never get tired of these, do you?”He smiled back, pointed to his own tee - ‘My Sister is Hot.’He’s been doing that lately, going through a brother / sister phase when we’re out and about. I need to speak to him one of.