"Not yet," she said. "And I'm ... well it's the right time." You mean your little eggs are dropping?" he said and she blanched. "Well, I can understan... why you wouldn't want little brother's baby."All I could do, in my state of shock at everything I was seeing and hearing, was sit there. I know I should have done something - got up and left the cabin, tackled at least one of the brothers, shown my displeasure at what was going on. Something! But I just sat there watching."Andy's my husband and. Michael took it all in, the wage slaves paying for drinks for the women that flocked to Charlie’s for just that reason. He smiled to himself and took another swallow of his scotch. At forty, Michael, sat on the stool at the end of the bar and watched the ebb and flow of the crowd, not interested more than aesthetically in the short skirts and tight blouses. There was too much make-up and too much hair spray to even attract his attention sexually. He sighed inwardly and took another swallow of. Brent bent down and opened the bag as he pulled out a scanty neon green sequined top, as he did, bresats started to push out of his dress shirt near to the point of breaking. He set the top aside and pulled out the matching bikini bottoms and as he did his waist shrunk to a tiny 22 inches while his hips flared out to an amazing 35. He removed his shirt and as he bent down to remove his pants which were now stretched to the point of ripping his fingernails got in the way. He had long neon green. They came all the way down my legs and off my body. She came up holding them laughing loud telling me “I guess they are too big”I asked for them back and she laughed throwing them in the air to the pool chairs. She said if I wanted them I needed to go get them. I told her. “I have swam nude before, so I will do it again”We continued to laugh but I knew it was me just being nervous. Mom continued to swim and would dunk me under the water. She jumped on my back and I swung her around and again.