As a matter of fact - take them off and give them to me." She commanded."No way." I said.She turned around, started to open the door."Okay, okay, okay... I surrendered.I kicked off my loafers, pulled off my pants and handed them to her. And there I stood, in all my glory. Work shirt, under shirt, socks, and a pair of suntan, control top, 'Silkies' pantyhose."My, my, my, look at what we have here. Is this a fashion statement we're making?' She giggled."No" I responded. "It's just... I... you. " I was barely done speaking and Trudi had mom by the hand and off the couch."Come on Doris, I've had enough of that rug for a while, show me your bedroom. Boys, you bring the drinks." And there I was following too mature but firm asses to the bedroom! God, life is good! When they hit the bedroom, generations of homemaking kicked in; both instinctively went to a side of the bed and bent over and moved and folded the spread. I was frozen in the doorway by the beauty and eroticism of seeing two. Thus everything I've been worrying about all this time is going to come true. He's going to 'make love' to his sister. Knowing her, she's not going to stop there. She's likely to see this as a great chance to keep him close, both spiritually and physically, by having his baby. If not for that reason, then possibly because she sees it as a necessary genetics experiment!" Now, Frank, relax. You know this much stress isn't good for your blood pressure. Everyone else feels good about this. Can't. It felt so hot and Charlotte shuddered as my head got close to her cunt. I had to stop or I think I would have cum there and then. I let my cock go and it bounced back to the upright position. And I moved my hand down to her cunt.“What do you call this?” as I tenderly rubbed her cunt through her cotton panties. She let out a little giggle“That tickles, stop.” Giggling again and half heartedly trying to bat my hand away“When you tell me what you call it, I will.”“It’s embarrassing.”“Tell me.”.