I was just..." Liar!" I said spitting it back at her, looking over towards Chris again as she openly laughed."Ah oh..." she mused still giggling."Cons...quences," I returned looking at Stacy, though including Tracy even as I said that. "And what about you sis? You getting horny looking at your own brother's cock?"She at least was honest about it, though it took her a moment to answer the question, and even then, she only really answered it with an affirmative nod of the head."Pay up," I said. We finished our repacking by six that evening and walked back into the house. The place smelled wonderful again, this time my nose discerned chicken and dumplings. As good as the food smelled, I forgot all about it as soon as I saw Carol Larson standing at the stove. She was wearing a snug-fitting calico print dress that showed off her splendid figure. Her long chestnut hair cascaded down her back in a wavy riot of red, brown and blonde high-lights. When she turned around to greet us, it was. It must be because I think my parents are disgusting. And so is your cousin Hugh." All men are, darling girl. They are cruel rapist beasts," Jenny said. "You know what they want to do to bodies like ours?" she asked, facing the mirror with her arm around Linda. "They want to ram their weapons into us. That's what they want to do." Now look at my bottom in the mirror," exclaimed Linda. "It's no wider than yours."Standing side by side in front of the mirror, Jenny placed her hand around Linda's. "Andy stood stiffly in the middle of the hallway, neither pulling away from his grandmother nor returning her embrace."Not a hugger?" she asked when she stepped away."Uh," Andy stammered."This is what I meant by Hurricane Anne," Evan said, putting his arm around Andy's shoulder. "Mum, give him a moment to get his bearings, please." I have literally waited to hug my grandson for two decades," Anne said. "I decided I did not wish to wait a moment longer. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I.