He started slowly: from inner thighs all the way down to her soles, massaging, stroking and cuddling every part of her legs, he felt her shudder with ...xcitement. Meanwhile, she massaged her big, round tits, licking her areolas and squeezing them. He started sucking her toes: first the smallest one and then working his way inside. She moved slightly with each lick and he knew that she was already wet and horny, for he could see her pink pussy eagerly awaiting the climax. But he wasn’t ready to. He was very antsy at the dinner table, trying to keep his eyes from meeting his mother's. He knew that she was going to try and seduce his father that evening. That alone made him uncomfortable. He didn't want to admit it, but he was jealous... jealous of his own father. It was after ten P.M. when Chris saw his door open. He watched his mother come into his room and looked at her expectantly. She nodded her head up and down. Chris walked over to his mother and met her half way. "It was driving. I pulled her closer to me and planted a kiss on her forehead. She returned my embrace and beamed up at me. Then the smile faded into a look of unease. I could tell she was trying to work her way around to telling me why she asked about my history with women. “I asked because I figured … well … we know each other really well … and we love each other a lot … and … we are both virgins … and alone … and well…” Her face flushed and she turned away from me, embarrassed. I looked at my little sister,. A month had passed. Kirby was full time working paired with Ron. On many jobs, Helen came by bringing lunch. She had flashed them “down blouse” views, legs, thighs, and up her skirt Kirby kept her as their main discussion. They were slowly setting Kirby up to bring him into their fold. He didn't have a clue as they wove their plan. Two days before Pete supposedly had an over night away, Rn let Kirby catch him giving Helen a quick grope. The next day, Kirby talked about her endlessly. Ron.