I was in my bra and panties too. Still... it just didn't seem right. Especially with Daddy so... bulged like that!I checked the potatoes, then sat and...listened to Daddy talk about ethical virtues that they taught at the retreat. While he did, I studied his crotch. That bulge was... enormous! It was just so... Daddy was staring at me, and I realized I had been licking my lips... "Having trouble paying attention, Carol?" he smirked."N-no. I was just... you were saying something about ethics.". .I’d just been scoping my sister Hannah! (Cowboy had been her nickname for me ever since we debated whether my Easter parade outfit was a bush ranger or a cowboy, you can tell which side she was on) “ahh..Hannah..sorry I did recognise you, you’ve...grown” trying painfully to move on, Hannah practically bounced over to me and gave me a big hug pressing herself firmly against me, my cock slowly began to stir ‘what the hell is wrong with you that’s your sister’ I said to myself, thankfully Hannah. Murielle lies completely against John’s chest and she takes a while to calm down. John pushes her gently to sit near to me on the bed; our knees are touching, Murielle is still breathing fast. John removes his jean’s and his underwear and ends up ahead, dressed only in his shirt. While the family has repeatedly touted physical similarities, it stops when it comes to our cocks. Mine is small and while Murielle has often claimed that he is well proportioned, I find myself rather thin. John is. “Sorry” I answered and followed her instruction and climbed onto the bed, keeping my eyes on her not wanting to miss a moment of our time together.She smiled and leaned forward making her tits dangle towards the floor as she pulled her panties down and removing them, and I saw a real womans cunt for the first time and automatically held my still rigid cock in response. She moved to the bed, knelt on it and holding my stiff young cock shaft, lowered her lips around my bell end.The sensation of.