.. I’m not clean...” “Shhh! It doesn’t matter!” The hot breath was closer still, a single finger was entering my slit from above; it was aro...nd my entrance; it was inside my entrance; it was around my clitoris; it was on my clitoris. “Mmmm! Oh that feels sooo goood!” “Relax. Didn’t I tell you?” Jake fingered me gently and lovingly, his touch soft but perfectly placed. I could feel the familiar warmth of my already well-lubricated vagina oozing even more juices onto my brother’s hand. “Mmmm!”. I moved further left and managed to see her fully. She was yawning, her hairs were untied, they were pretty messed up.Not just her hairs even her blue cotton saree, I never seen my mother in such a uncared saree dress up. Was it the sound sleep or was she rolling with him in the bed to make her saree crushed. Mom yawned again and tied her hair again, I observed she had saree tied differently, women usually had neat folds near the hips and the pallu would be a strip covering their mammoth. “After that marathon, I suppose I have to give the boys a rest before I do them,” Tina mused aloud. “Might be a good idea if you want the best service,” I mumbled. “Oh, I do,” she burbled. “I want nothing but the best. After watching you three go at it like rabbits, I am as horny as hell! I intend to shag the two of you to within an inch of your lives!” I mock groaned and Jim said “I surrender!” provoking more laughter. “Let's eat now and get back to the partying after,” I suggested. Everybody. I knew in that moment there was nothing I could do, I should have turned away. ‘Pride will kill’, the saying goes, I should have heeded this sage advice. Damn it all! The scratching sounds have begun again. Nails as dry as the ground which refuses to claim them scrape against wood too old to take the abuse. Dry, splintery snaps fill the night air. The chorus will start soon, the guttural, halting, choking, mangled cry of her name will carry me through the night, filling my mind with nightmare.