“I saw you once when your bedroom door was open a bit. You must have thought no-one else was home. You had a pair of our sister’s knickers and you...were holding them up and looking at them. What do you do with them?” She asked me.“Do you know about boys masturbating?”“Of course I do. I am eighteen years old, you know.”“Well, that’s what a lot of boys do with girls' knickers.”“But girls masturbate too as I’m sure you know, and they don’t use panties or anything.”“That’s different. Boys have to. She suddenly leaned over and started sucking my cock. She took it all in and as always sucked very hard as she slowly raised her head off my cock. She did this for a few minutes when I was almost ready to cum and told her to stop for a few minutes until I regained control of my cum. She raised up and shoved her purple all the way up her soaked pussy in one easy thrust. She had laid the seat all the way back and I reached over and took over fucking her with purple. I was fucking her fast and. We wanted children, a suitable father for them and a challenge commensurate with our mental abilities. What set of circumstances could possibly have provided all of our desires better than those existing now?”“Sorry, Honey. I am unaccustomed to hearing such wisdom from those with such youthful and attractive bodies. It may take some time for me to get up to speed.”“We understand, Gramps. Just let me clean you up a bit and we can join the others. They are waiting to give you a little surprise.”. “I always thought I had a handsome, sexy son,” she said, “and now I know that I have. You are so good looking and you certainly appeared to please Aunty Susan, with what I could hear,” she continued. Looking straight at me in the eye, she then asked, “Did you enjoy coming in my panties?” Before I could answer she continued, “I know you’ve been wanking into my panties for a while now. I leave them out for you to find you know. Then I go back and see if they have your sperm on them.” She.