I couldn’t resist my feelings and looked at my grandmother. I was so sick that I pulled my granny’s saree (a cloth worn by Indian women). Grandma ...id not budge an inch. I did that again and still, she didn’t move. Soon I grew stronger and pulled the whole of her saree where I could see her panty. I gained so much of strength that I removed her panty.She moved but that was just a little. I unhooked her bra then. Practically, granny was naked now. I did not waste any time and switched on my torch. He did get inducted here, but he back slides now and then and starts to worry about the illicit things going on in the family. He is fun to tease.” She laughed.Bill chuckled, “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Shakespeare’s Hamlet said that. Tell your father that, and tell him to stop casting ‘bad’ judgments on himself or others in this or any other lifestyle. It doesn’t matter what family model he’s thinking about; they’re all valid and good.”Candy said, “Well, in. I loved and respected him dearly, but my mind and were with Gerald. I loyally and lovingly tended to all of Phillip's pent-up needs, satisfying his every desire, sometimes two and three times during the day, then sucking him before we went sleep. He loved to be sucked most.But, all the while, my mind was on Gerald and how much I longed for him. I missed him so. Fortunately, he would not be leaving for three more weeks, so there would be time for us to say our goodbyes. Once Phillip departed,. My sister picked up and I said, “Hey, Molly, how are you?”She was very edgy and said, “Oh, can I ring you back? I’m kinda busy at the moment.”Then I heard her seventeen-year-old son in the background say, “Mum, I’m stiff again. Can you give it a suck this time?”Then Molly said, “Sorry, gotta go,” then put the phone down.I let out a despondent sigh. It was obvious my sister was also sharing intimate encounters with her son. I sat back and wondered just how prevalent this incest fad had become..