Shela had me sit on the edge of the bed and handed me my firstpair of pantyhose since I was a child made to dress and act the part ofthe family's maid...and cook."Damn my father for caring more about his stomach than my pride andmanhood."I almost cried, but the feeling is exquisite. Rolling the soft, stretchymaterial into donut shapes and bringing it to my polished toes, I sawShela out of the corner of my eye, watching with anticipation. My eyescaught my glistening fingernails manipulating this. What do the others do while you’re fucking up a storm?”“Well, my brother Rob and Eileen Davidson, they’re usually doing the same.”“What about the Fratellis?”Sally looked out the window. “I don’t know. I suppose they study or just hang out.”“You ever thought about a change?” Melanie was sitting back with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.“Change? What do you mean?”“Well, you could make Andy Fratelli’s day. Or Rob’s.”Sally’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. “Not Rob. He’s my brother. But. I expected him to just kneel and pull them down but instead he put his arms around me and pulled me close and kissed me full on the mouth. My arms went around his neck and we stood, our tongues wrestling each other. He was the same height as me and I could feel him pressing his body against mine all the way down. I could feel his hard cock against my belly and pubes. He was eating my lips and our faces twisted this way and that as we kissed. No longer mother and son but passionate. I’m hoping that’s still one of Mark’s bucket list goals, and that you’ll give us a chance to do it one day.“Daddy was always hugging and kissing mom as well as grabbing her butt, and when he thought we weren’t looking, he grabbed her tits. I didn’t think daddy would look at little flat-chested me, when he had bombshell mom, who obviously loved having him grab her. My brother was susceptible to my charms, while I believed our dad was not.”Mark grabbed his sister’s breasts and gave both of them a.