And there’s still the possibility that it was a dream, right? It’s been hours since I heard him yell. And I’m pretty sure I was asleep when it h...ppened. Maybe Jenn is sleeping peacefully, and— There’s a noise. A bigger rustle and a small, not-quite-a-chirp sound. Something is moving. I hear the buzz in my ear again, and I freeze. Something is moving. Holy hell, what the fuck is that? I hear a snap, and I finally break through the statue of terror, like the Keymaster and the Gatekeeper at the. *************During the next day my mother laid out an entire outfit for to wear and myboy clothes, the only thing missing were a pair of boxer and in theirplace were diapers. I suspected that she wanted to send me to schooleither wearing a dress or a diaper, both of which were a choice that I didnot want to make.I asked, "Please don't do this. I swear I'll be good. Please, anything buta diaper or dress." My head was held down in a huge defeat."Not on your chance," my mother said stirringly.. "It couldn't really get harder than it already was but I asked, "And how will you do that?" when she answered just as I was hoping, "I could show you my boobs. That would help, right? Even if I am your sister."Totally amazed at her offer, I managed to babble out, "Um, yeah, uh, that would be great, maybe we could do it right now," and she began pulling off her shirt, then she reached behind as I watched her bra loosen, then slide forward along her arms and there they were.I had seen my sister. ”When he received no response from her ,he continued, “I am fortunate enough to have married a wonderful woman, one full of life and fun. For many years we led an open, fun-filled life. I always knew Sandra as a sexy lady and not only enjoyed that, but also encouraged her to be promiscuous, with a small group of like-minded friends. What you saw on the screen, was one of the many sessions we recorded of our liaisons. Now she has gone, all I have left are the memories of the good times, but I.