Just then somebody came up from behind and put there hands on my eyes and said, "You like what you see"? I was startled and pulled my hand out of my s...orts. They said, "Don't stop. Keep on going". I put it back down my shorts and slid my finger back in. I hear something in front of me and felt something press up against my lips. Right then I knew what it was. It was somebody's cock, I opened my lips and leaned forward taking it partially in my mouth sucking lightly. The guy who had his hands. How did I get so lucky to have this family? These incredible women. Maybe it was the dumbest idea. Maybe I was letting emotions and sentimentality cloud my judgment, but I believed Pam. I wanted to believe her because I didn't want to give this up. And I certainly never wanted to admit that our family was wrong. That the incestuous love we shared was at all evil or bad or harmful to us. It was the opposite.It had saved my mother from her depression. It kept us close. Gave us what we all. I was not really worried about Steve doing anything to me, like kissingme, as a matter of fact, in those days a good girl wouldn't even let herboyfriend kiss her on her first date, at least that is what they said.Shelly wore a poodle skirt with a short sleeved white shirt. She wore adenim jacket over her dress and I wore a school jacket a size or two onthe large size, like a lot of the girls wore.After delaying as much as possible, I found myself at the bus stationholding Shelly's hand.The bus. As we stood there she said “Where” and looking around I said “By the work station”, there was a long wooden bench type table.As we walked over to it I said “Put your hands on the table” as she did I came from behind and fondled her massive tits. After a few minutes I unclipped her bra and her tits drooped down and into my hands. I spent a fair few minutes feeling her up as her nipples started to become erect, she sighed.I turned her around to face me and she was smiling, my cock was rock hard..