We walked down the street to our new home. There were other people who lived on the street. Did they know that Clint had an incestuous harem? Did his ...eighbors gossip about what was happening at the three houses (Clint's family owned three houses next to each other) occupied by his family? Would they wonder what my sister and I were doing in his house?What if our mother heard these rumors.As we reached our front door, my sister said, “Stop right there, onee-chan. I have something for you.”“Oh?”. After a nice long shower she lay down on the bed and lit a joint. "Was he as good a lover as the characters in his stories", she wondered as she took a long hit. "Will I be as good as he thinks I am"? By the time she had smoked half of her joint she was calmed down. Reaching into her suitcase she found the envelope with all of his stories and found her favorite. Lighting a candle she rolled onto her stomach to read. The first time she read it she masturbated and came twice and it still turns. Jennifer said, "It will be nice to have someone to talk to." Dave looked at her questioningly and she added, "I'm starting to feel like a third wheel." As Ann went around the car, Dave whispered to Jennifer, "I always dreamed of a ménage à trois." Jennifer gave him a mischievous look as he climbed in the back seat. Jennifer had never considered being with another girl before. She had seen Ann's beautiful body many times when they changed in the school locker room or during. I snapped a couple shots of her open shared pussy, which I posted on our profile, and sent to Mark via e-mail with a simple note from her, “I’m waiting for you.” My cock was hard for a change, usually having to stroke myself to arousal. I climbed between her invitation and slide inside her missionary style. It was a major improvement from the last time I wrote about, when she wasn’t wet and I couldn’t maintain my hardness. She was tight, of course, and I started pumping away like a teenage.