And I could also tell that she didn’t really mind. In fact, she seemed to be pleased! “Besides,” I added softly, “you saw as much of me as I s...w of you. And after all, I’m your big brother. You should trust me.” I laid my hand on her leg. She shuddered a little, but did nothing to remove it. “Shit, Ritu,” I added, “everybody does that. You’re not the first girl that’s ever played with her, you know.” I smiled knowingly, remembering the first time I watched Mom finger her pussy and use that. "Joo are welcome," I said, returning the favor with a half-smile. Shit, I may look like Marla Stiebert but that relentless sort of uncomfortable irony was purely me. "Here we have the authentic black bean soup," I said, looking down and gesturing towards one of the bubbling pots on the range. "I can see that you don't use pork or butter to flavor the soup." MEAT! BUTTER!" he shrieked. "But what about our Vegan friends that this soup was designed for?"I raised an eyebrow and turned to the. Two identically shaped silhouettes with long hair and perfect bodies, each with a hand on his ass. “Good for him,” Ryan thought, “let the horny little fucker give those slutty twins all that he has, it was gonna happen sooner or later.”Ryan had been enjoying having Kristen hanging on his arm for the last half of the party, and eventually left with her. She was too drunk to drive, so she gave Ryan the keys to her convertible and set the GPS for him to drive her home. The condo she shared with. Mom said to the assembled family, "I going to move to the coast with Karl when he returns to base. I don't think I will be able to stay here now with all the memories." Everyone started to speak at once. "What are you talking about?" What about your friends?" etc. until Dot spoke up saying, "Wait. If it's Mom's wish to leave here, let her go. She knows what she needs to do to get over Dad's death, so unless you can come up with something constructive to say. Why don't the whole bunch of you.