As I headed towards the front door I heard the sound of alcohol bottles dinging and flirtatious laughter from my mother and James. I wanted to know fo... sure. "I'm leaving!" I shouted as I opened the front door. No response, she didn't even care at this point. My gut told me to stay and see what really happens. I shut the door loudly while still staying inside the house to signal that I left. I then quietly snuck upstairs into my parent's room and entered the old unused closet hoping no one. But then afterputting them on, my instantly hard cock begged me to wear them all day.I vowed to go back and find the rest after Rita, my stepmother, left forwork and Brandy my stepsister disappeared into her room.But that hadn't happened, they'd both spent the day at home. But maybe Ishould tell you a bit about my family so you aren't confused.Dad had met Rita two years after my mother had been killed by a drunkdriver while she was jogging. I was all of thirteen and just beginningto figure out. Miller figured he was probably inside the motel room with the CSI team, trying to get a handle on exactly what had happened in there. He was grateful to see that no media had arrived yet, although he knew it wouldn't be long.He ducked under the tape and approached Sergeant Oakly, who, if protocol were being followed, would be keeping a log of who had entered and left the scene."How you doing, Gary?" she greeted him as he approached. "Sorry to have them drag you out at night for what's probably. He rang and placing the phone on a shelf, they established he was hearing everything and they, him. Then ‘Ruth’ described the room as she switched on the camera on its tripod. ‘Clive’ at the time running his hand seductively over his aunts naked body and whispering in her ear that, “he was especially going to enjoy whipping her, here and here” his hand slithering over her tits, “and here”, he slid his hands into her cleft. His touch made her shudder, and she knew instinctively, that he would.