There was a lot of work around the property, which kept Dad and me very busy. The Boys were often roped in too, especially when Vanessa started gettin... the garden into shape. It was amusing to see how much the two mothers' styles differed. With my mom, if something needed doing, she, Dad or I would do it. Vanessa was far more likely to hire someone. As Vanessa explained, "We're older, we can afford it, and neither Prof nor I have ever been handy."The Andersons' do-it-ourselves attitude had been. She licked his lips, making his spine tingle and his penis grow. She must have felt it swelling against herself; she stepped back and brushed it through his jeans, making him twitch involuntarily.He fought the urge to ask what she was doing. It was obvious what she was trying to do. What was more, it was working.‘Oh,’ he said, ‘and why shouldn’t I?’She stepped back and looked at her toes.‘I don’t know,’ she whispered.‘Don’t you?’ He pushed her down onto the bed and knelt over her. ‘Don’t. For the first time in many years I felt a close bond with my sister. I felt sympathy for her, and surprisingly, anger at the guy that had caused her pain. At that moment I would have gladly smacked him down for her.My mother glared at me “That’s something your father would do! You ever do that to a girl I’ll cut your balls off and give them to her as a gift.” What the fuck? I was just standing there and all of a sudden I was as bad as Holly’s boyfriend? Mom spun on her heels and went to fuss. He chuckles. "Your body betrays you Little One."A smile creeps up on his face, she notices the change in his eyes immediately and is thrilled to see a tender softer side to him albeit briefly. His fingers probe her wet slit, she closes her eyes and moans out.He knows at that instant she is his, he has to prove it to her now.Lustful looks at her, lengthy ravenous gazes, his crisp blue eyes penetrating her soul. She can almost hear his masculine tones reverberating in her soul."You are.