She had told me that my dad hadn’t had sex with her in over five years and she finally thought I was old enough, so that’s how it all came about. ...he also gave me a bottle of those pills you see on television all the time, the one for older men to give them good hard-ons. I really didn’t think I needed them but after I’d fucked her three times one morning, I took one and, well, they’re not just for old men, I can tell you. So, I, too, was taking the ‘little blue pill’ and fucking my stepmom. But I hadn’t. ‘I’m going to France. The Gallery Director has asked me to take some paintings by one of her current protégés to a gallery near Notre Dame where they are to be displayed.’ I asked if she was good. ‘You know Munch’s ‘The Scream?’ I nodded. ‘Of course you do, College. Well even though it is not something you’d probably want hanging on your kitchen wall here, it being less than restful on the eye, it has value, no? Miss Crimson Tatley-Bhint’s work has some of those qualities. To. I was introduced to his Mum and Sue his sister. As soon I saw her I remembered seeing her before."Hi," I said with a big smile. I gave her the once over, but it was impossible for me to ascertain anything about her figure, fully covered as it was."What do you think then?" he asked when we were alone."Who knows mate," I said truthfully."Yeah I know, she doesn't dress well," he sighed. Back in the lounge I said my goodbyes and I took Sue's hand and pulled her out into the hall."Come on, let's go. When he smiled, his eyes crinkled. When he laughed, his big warm belly shook. He was so strong that even now, at their ages, he could hold them both, one in each arm, as if they weighed nothing. His once solid back beard was showing signs of gray. In their dreams and fantasies, their uncle always had a snow white beard and jolly red cheeks. Even when they were still young enough to share a bed, the siblings would lay with the lights out and tell each other made-up tales of their wonderful.