I found my favourite thong (I had inspected her underwear rather often lately), white with black line around and only black line at the back. I got ou... her bra, too, which was from the same series as the thong. Meanwhile, my sister was sunbathing in the garden behind the house. Behind our garden is only forest, so it can only be seen by our left and right-side neighbours which, fortunately, are not very often inhabitants of their houses. Therefore the garden was only ours – if we wanted we. Instead of going away, we sent the rest of the occupants to a nearby hotel. We figured we would do the honeymoon thing when we had the church wedding — possibly to England and Ireland to correspond with the Women's British Open.My injury and the wedding had put off the issue of Suzette. She and Lexi were still living in the house.Beth and Sara were full-time fixtures at the house. Amelie was playing part-time, so she, Tanner and Jill were around periodically, and only Bailey was out on tour. She heard me. I put my mouth to her ear, "Let me dear," and thrusting my hand under the clothes felt her cunt from motte to bum-hole. "Oh! no, if Mabel—" Mabel's snoring reassured me. Little by little I uncovered her, lifting off the clothes, got on to her, up her, and without a word, without a whisper, without resistance or denial we fucked gently, pausing at intervals to listen, hiding our emotions and pleasures as we spent, Laura's flanks and my hand close to Mabel's rump, my leg almost. Keith put on his pajamas -- better button those up to the top, he thought to himself -- and sat in bed listening as everyone else washed and got into bed.When everything was quiet, he peeked down the hall. It was dark, but he could see a thin strip of light underneath his Mom's door. She still used the big bedroom down the hall, the one she and Dad had used before he died. He padded down the hall, barefoot, being careful not to wake anyone along the way.He was thinking about exactly what he was.