I don't really want to smoke. Why do you want me to smoke?" Oh, I just do Michael." was Maddy's curt response. "And since I don't look like Amber when...I smoke, I'll make a deal with you. If you smoke, then I'll show you my tits." Maddy looked at Michael for a reaction. "C'mon Michael, you said that boys like all tits. Even mine. Prove it."Michael was having difficulty navigating the number of confusing thoughts he was suddenly processing. He actually had never seen his sister's tits. In fact he. ..”Ira finishes, “ ... yes Mr. Blaine, our schedule is designed to maximize the use of the non-sombalitic time during each day.”I smile at the two of them and reply, “Sorry Mira and Ira, I enjoy my life. When Jens and I were Marines, we lived a very structured life, mostly directed by others, and now we enjoy the freedom of doing whatever we want, whenever we want.”Ira complains, “Mr. Blaine that is such a waste of your potential...”I interrupt, “ ... But Ira, it’s my potential and if I want to. How did I know? Easy! The boy shorts had a large, fresh wet spot on the front panel. Putting the newspaper back up, I tried to get the highly charged, provocative picture out of my head. Too late! My pants began to tent.“Morning, Mickey! Don’t you think you ought to get dressed before coming down to breakfast?” I said, still struggling with the image of my grand-daughter in her underwear.Pushing the paper out of the way, she leaned over, her tee opening up at the neck, giving me a perfect view. ‘I can just eat cereal.’ She turned to look and me and smiled. ‘Now Travis you know you need a good meal to help you through the day, darlin’.’ She cracked a few eggs into the skillet, and I could do nothing but watch her tits sway as she scrambled them. Her nipples were erect, pushing through the fabric. I kept my hands crossed in my lap so she couldn’t see my hard cock tenting my shorts. ‘Didya get a good night’s sleep, honey?’ she asked as she buttered the toast. ‘Well… yeah,’ I stammered,.