But she looked confused. As if she wasn't ready to accept what was going on. She looked at me with a lil bit of guilt and nervousness. Her head moving...with his every stroke. I told her,"It's okay baby, enjoy him...you deserve him inside of you....let him in!" The man tried to kiss her, she kissed back but pulled away. I told her,"Go on baby, let him make love to you...you have my full support..I'm enjoying this very much!" Finally, it happens! I watched my wife fully submit to her lover, she. .. He called it what it was: incest. It wasn't exactly sex, but it was still wrong. Worse, he remembered what he'd been thinking at the time. His face heated at the memory.They finished their meal and walked across the street to the hotel. He worked up the nerve to say something, but lost the thread when she smiled at him. She looked so beautiful, so innocent. She didn't look like the girl--the woman, he corrected--who had given him a handjob earlier. She looked like what she was: a teenager. Beautiful. They taught me everything I know.” Steve’s fingers entwined with hers. He grinned and tugged her arm, leading her over to the little folding table behind their chairs. “Should I be worried?” They stopped, the table brushing just below her ass. She felt exposed, but in the same way that a piece of art was exposed. With tenderness and adoration. His fingers skimmed her hard nipples, over the dance of her top in the fan, and curled under the hem. He pulled it up, the summer air washing. Mom called me and said I should come over on Saturday for a birthday party and some cake and to visit. I agreed to come by and figured hell, would be nice to see them and my baby sister for a change.Now my baby sister was the product of a drunken anniversary. Mom and Dad went to dinner and dancing and a few cocktails. Well I got a very slurred phone call from dad saying he was taking mom to a hotel and would be home tomorrow. So I wished him a good time and a giggle and hung up. Sixteen years.