I had decided that I was going to travel up with him as it would be more fun, we loaded the car up and took off long before our parents. We got the ho...el and another bomb shell was dropped, our stupid mother had booked us into the same room so I couldn’t even hide when I was bored.We checked into our room and inside was a big four poster bed in the middle of the room, in the corner by the window was a smaller single bed I looked at my b*o and shouted “Shot Gun” and jumped onto the big bed,. The ladies did not immediately depart however. Ally continued her dissertation, but this time on a much more basic level,"Just to clarify things so there is no misunderstanding. The Windsor Women consist of Julie and her four daughters of whom I am the oldest. We are TJ Hobson's; locally we are referred to as Hobson's Harem. Pat Sweeney is my brother Morg's partner, lover, paramour, mistress or however you care to describe her. While our men are in Gorgipest, they are ours — exclusively. You. I kept waiting for him to drop me, to run like I had run that first day, but his hands were still splayed out over my ass, holding me up. His lips were swollen, his hair even messier than usual, sticking out where my hands still gripped the thick locks of dark brown hair. He had the look of someone who’d been kissed half to death. I wondered if I looked the same.“This was not ... smart,” he finally said.“No,” I agreed, because it wasn’t; it was positively suicidal.“I—I have to go dismiss the. We weren't going to get anything done that night.Laughing I told her, "You can sleep with me tonight. Tomorrow we'll figure out what to do." Changing into nightshirts we climbed into my bed and pulled the covers up and fell asleep. At some point during the night I awoke to realize Heather was looking at me, her head resting on her elbow. Smiling she told me, "I know you watch Mark and I together having sex. I can hear you and know you're playing with yourself."I blushed as I admitted, "It's.