Marge woke him up and made him get dressed, "Honestly Jim, what if they woke up and saw you sleeping on the floor naked."Dad got up, dressed and then ...ot on the couch with mom. Marge picked up her clothes, winked at me again and then started up the stairs toward me. Still naked she took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom and said, as her hand closed around my erection, "Tonight is our little secret, right? Only you and I know and we won't share the secret with anyone else, okay? Aunt Marge. Although with the luck I've been having with dudes lately, you're beginning to look better and better, child."Jan gave Claire a lascivious grin. "Get away from me, you deviant." Claire waved a mayonnaise covered dinner knife in Jan's direction. "My mama warned me about girls like you."The toaster went off, interrupting their teasing. The latest rendition of the famous "Tuna Fish Au Gratin on Rye Toast a la Nightengale School of Nursing" was extracted and placed on plastic plates. They opened. She folded into me, holding my hand with hers, her other hand on my shoulder. My left hand ran down her spine to the small of her back and I pressed my fist into that little indentation there. She looked up at me and smiled when I pressed her back harder, nestling into me and feeling my hard-on against her stomach.“Goodness,” she sighed. Now I’m not one of those who brag about how big they are, mainly because I’m not! I like to say I’m “good-sized” and I guess maybe that’s what she meant. . .. please, Bobby, don’t worry about me. He won’t hurt me.” She waited until he nodded. “Can you fix it?”“Yes,” he said.She watched, as he cleaned the edges of the hole, and put in a backing board. He’d brought plaster with him, and he added water and dabbed it into the hole, smoothing it with a stiff piece of cardboard, because he didn’t have a trowel.“It will need to be painted later,” he said.“Of course,” she said. “Thank you.”“He probably hurt his hand, doing that,” said Bobby. “He went.