If she wanted to get published she would need a completed manuscript and she was determined to get published. Julie picked up one of the stories and ...egan to read. There was not much there. Only thing that she had was the description of a club that could have come straight out of a 1920’s mob movie . The room was done all in black and white and you could hear the sound of swing music playing in the background. I guess this is as a good a story to start with as any other other in the pile she. I'm kidding. Why so serious?" She said, smiling. I shook my head."You want to know something that's really fucked up? I thought I was in love once. You know who it is."Becky winced."I know. Fucked up, ain't it?" I said."Yup," She started. "But, you know what? Let's go be fucked up together."She grazed my back softly. I looked at her."I know this Strip like the back of my hand. Let me show you," I said, with a reassuring smile.~~Las Vegas was home of the glitz. It was the home of glamour. I. .. but I still want to hear those secrets. 'Specially if they're about peeing. And what do you mean 'needing to pee, and can't'?"I loved it when she kept after me, making me tell her my kinky stuff."Oh you remember, Sis... how could you forget? Think back to the trip that you and me and mom made to the Farm. Remember, we'd been driving for several hours after downing a couple of Cokes... remember how hot it was? You all kid me about my micro bladder, so I never gave it a thought when I had to. I got all settled and the first night I was there mom was running around in just a "T" shirt. Her pert tits and ass still looked great for a woman in her early 60's. Now for the twist, my little sister, she looks just like my mom and her name is Cindy, when we were teens did some experimenting with sex. For some reason my whole family were always a bunch of horn dogs. So yes, s*s and I had sex a few times. And a couple of times, at the urging of my sister, I laid some pipe in mom. Mom and dad.