My sister was so fucking sexy...I wished that I could just storm into her room and fuck her.A little voice in my head said, Well, can’t you just do ...hat?The idea was crazy. You can’t just fuck your sister without warning, right? But the more I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. We were alone in the house. I could easily overpower her. She probably wouldn't tell our parents, and even if she did, it’s not like they would believe her. I’m their favorite.All things told, if I was going. Jenny was quiet. I figured she’d gone back to sleep, so I risked thrusting into my girl a couple of times. I got my other arm under her and cupped her breast, resulting in an increase in her muscle activity. We gradually got into a rhythm, not powerful enough to move the bed, and for a while enjoyed my prick stirring her insides.I don’t know if we’d been making too much noise, or rocking the mattress too much, but suddenly Jenny rolled over and her hand came over and went straight for my groin.. I couldn't help it and I enjoyed it tremendously. So, Troy left me and that was that. What I didn't see coming was how our son Steve reacted. He was sixteen at the time Troy left (he is now 23) and I still can't believe what has transpired over these past years.The night Troy left, I was in the living room smoking some pot and relaxing, somewhat glad that my marriage was over. Troy had been a bit of a bore and I'm a woman who needs some excitement and a little insanity. It's just who I am.. We did pretty well financially but you couldn't tell it by the way Dave lived. Sure I drove a Mercedes E class but Dave had a seven year old 2005 Mustang that was rusting out. The body panels weren't rusty but the springs, shocks and most of the mechanical components on the car were. I guess that car was a lot like my husband, proud, powerful and in need of a make over.I guess over time I grew self important. As Dave and his business got bigger and more important, I did too. Soon I wore only.