The pictures weren’t too risque. Her bending over a chair in her underwear showing her ass looking back smiling with this devilish sexy grin. Anothe... was her on clean white sheets cupping her breast showcasing her nipples. I loved that one so much I loved the look on her face in the pictures. I felt bad after but not that bad I had a crush on her before my dad ever married her. I remember the first time I saw her I thought she was absolutely gorgeous. My dad on the other hand lost interest. She was falling in love - falling head over heels in love - with Paul. And although my sister and I remained as lovers, I could feel the difference in our couplings. The old frantic need for closeness; the intense demand for acceptance that had once dominated my sister's surrender of her body to my every whim was no longer operational. What sex did occur between us was soon almost casual - incest became almost an incidental part of our sibling relationship.And in a funny way, I was glad.I. "Okay," I said. "I think that's all I need for now. I'll take your case, Mr. Dashiell." God Bless You!" he cried, falling to his knees before me and salaaming me madly."I get a hundred bucks a day, plus expenses."He stopped salaaming me and got back into his chair. "I suppose you'll want a retainer?" he said, taking out his checkbook and a pen."It's customary," I replied."I suppose two hundred will be sufficient?" he asked, preparing to write."No," I said. "FIVE hundred will be sufficient. For. The important thing was that Peter had told me that he belonged to me in every way. That was what I wanted to hear. The night continued smoothly, without any more reference by Peter to a potential seedy carrying on, nor any break in the love that he was showing me. It was a wonderful night, with the children still thrilled to be with their grandmother, and my in-laws being warm and obliging. I had some of the problems that women can have with the mother’s of their husbands, but on the whole my.