I left the room as well, not even looking back at my sister and I've tried not to look at her that way since. It has been five years since then and my...sister and I are both fifteen and our oldest sister, Lillian, is now eighteen. “Jamie!” mom shouts and I can barely hear her over my music. I roll of bed and pull on a pair of old sweatpants. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, my mother is standing in the living room along with my two other siblings. “Am I in trouble?” I ask. “No, should. When she reached my crotch she held my balls gently and took my cock into her mouth with a tenderness that bordered on the religious.Aster was true to her word about adoration. She worshipped my body and sucked me with such skill and love that I was close to cumming.“One more thing before you fuck me,” she said. “I want you to lick my ass.”She was so polite and yet she apparently had no doubt that I would comply with her request.Aster lifted her legs to the sky, exposing her exquisite little. Fran hugged her and then pushed her away with both hands on her "son's" shoulders."And you know I love you too, no matter what has happened."When Craig got home, both parents were there. He got a big hug from Fran."How'd it go?" asked Jack, who'd been filled in by his wife."Was Mrs. Thomason suspicious?" asked Fran."Not even a little," said Craig, aware that his parents thought they were talking to their daughter. "We're doing Oklahoma. I tried out for the part of Curly." But why?" asked Fran.. She looked confused ... and wary. "You want a door that will keep bandits out?"She had really nice eyes, even if they were squinting at me like I was some kind of mental case."No!" I dug myself in deeper. "So he can come and go as he pleases."She took a step back. "You want robbers in your house ... whenever they want to be there."It was plain, now, that she was about to whip out one of those phones those people carry, and call for help."No!" I almost yelled. "He's my dog!" Who's your dog?" she.