Sanders." He stroked it and I watched it grow."Randy, go get the K.Y. jelly," she said then. He was off out the door! And back in a few seconds with a...tube."This is *really*cute," Gwen said privately to me. Jimmy was still stroking his cock which was getting harder and harder. She had the tube in her hand and was opening it."OK, turn around, Randy, and keep your penis erect." Yes Ma'am," and he stood there, his buns to us, stroking himself. She started putting the jelly in the crack of his. My sister studied more and stayed to herself, Mom cleaned the house constantly, and I became more violent.Soon I was punching my sister’s tits every chance that I got. Then I started in on Mom’s tits. At first she was shocked and then she was upset. She tried to reason with me but I punched her tits anyway.Mom started to accept it as a way of life like my sister had all those years. Well she really didn’t accept it, she more or less tolerated it and tried to reason with me.I started telling her. She is dressed how Sam suspected. How she was dressed at breakfast. Just an oversized sweater that hangs down to her knees, and nothing else. No bra or panties. Hey, it is Saturday, and she is just at home studying.Sam maneuvers forward with his onslaught. Licking and kissing up Grace's thighs. Moving back down before attacking his main target. Reconnaissance to lick and nibble up the other leg. His quarry is in view. He spreads Grace’s labia and bomb-dives in on his prey.Grace giggles. ‘Where have you been?’ he gasped. ‘I must talk to you.’ ‘Uncle, I came as soon as I heard. Don’t try to talk, you must let them treat you.’ ‘Rubbish! These quacks can’t do anything for me. I’ll be dead by morning, I know it. And all my life’s work will be for nothing, unless you do as I tell you, you lucky little bastard. Will you do it?’ I had been accustomed since childhood to name-calling from Uncle Albert, but I did not see what ‘lucky’ had to do with it. And I was loth to make such an.