Your dad and I lived next door to each other, you know that."My parents had moved to an assisted living facility several years ago, but Alma and Josep..., Emily's parents, were still in their old house. The boys had visited there many times, and they'd heard the story of how their mother and I met and about the gate in the fence. They didn't know about the sharing, at least we didn't think they did."So, Mom, you're saying Grandma Alma and Grandpa Joseph were voyeurs?"Emily chuckled."No, Tom. But. "Black. I like my coffee the way you like your men, black and strong."He took the coffee, patted me on the ass and asked Linda, "Whose idea was it to hire this bitch?!"Linda smiled and said, "No one else will work for you, Mr. Porter. I'm afraid word has been getting out about what a dirty old man you are."He turned to me and said, "Listen to her! She always treated me with respect until you started working here! In only one day you've turned her against me!"Then he said, "I've got a few phone. Thinking about it as I ran the soap over my body, I felt a familiar tingle deep in the folds between my thighs. I began to run a soapy finger around my sex, “to clean it”. I knew what I really wanted, but … it was wrong. I should not be wanting my own brother like this. But I did.It was the way he looked at me. The life that danced in his eyes, the lust that made his heart pound so hard and the way his cock burned as I had held it in my hand. He had made me feel like a woman in a way that. They'd been arguing over more and more ever since the wedding, most recently about having kids. He'd hit her a few times that Sheila knew of, and probably lots of other times she didn't. It was sad, and we changed the subject.Next thing we knew, the wine was gone, and it was too late for Sheila to make the dinner she'd planned. We thawed something, then turned on the TV just in time to catch a bulletin on the gathering snowstorm. We opened the curtains and could see snowdrifts on the porch..