.. nothing would be going on... Would it? A few minutes passed, a few minutes in which the boy was replaying the scene in his head over and over. The ...rother had not come out yet.Rearranging his hard cock so it was flat against his stomach he wandered down the corridor, as he got closer he knew that something was going on. A thumping noise could be heard and stifled moans of a woman. At first he was disgusted, if they really were brother and sister, what the hell were they up to? But curiosity. An more mature younger self had bounded up these stairs and thrown open the door seven years ago, shouting, "Mom, Dad. I'm home!" just as he had done as a kid. A clatter of china in the dining room drew his attention, he swiftly crossed the living room to he great French doors that separated the rooms. Then he stopped cold, speechless.His father was setting the table, not a terribly unusual activity. But his father was doing so in a long, red skirt and white blouse. He wore a fluffy white wig -. That board will consist entirely of you five ladies and you will answer only to Kim."I paused and ate a handful of nuts, giving them time to scribble their notes before continuing, "I'm not exactly what today's generation would call it but what we are going to build would have been called party central when I was a c***d. We will construct and operate every type of entertainment business offered in any large city. It will be strictly cared for and watched over so parents will feel safe letting. I was over the moon at the thought of them leaving me alone in the home to take care of myself.Unfortunately, that delight turned to disappointment as I was told I was ‘too young’ to take care of myself. My parents informed me they had got someone they know, a relation of a work colleague to come and house sit with me for the week. Of course, my mood dropped drastically - great, someone to tell me what to do, what to eat, when to go to bed and all that crap. A baby sitter!That night I had.