"We should do this more often. The eggs were a lot better than cereal.A few minutes later we pulled out of the driveway."So, Mom. What did you want to...talk to me about?" Mary heard you crying last night, Jackie. It really bothered her." Did she know she was the reason I was crying?" Of course she did, Jackie. Just settle down for a minute and listen."I crossed my arms under my chest. I didn't really feel like whatever lecture I was going to get."She was waiting in the living room for me when I. That, was my sister. We were close and we had always got along well because we were the same age, but she wasn't actually related to me because she was adopted at birth from my mom's best friend in Sweden, who had sadly passed away with her husband in a car crash. Chantelle had come to us at around the same time I'd just been born, so it wasn't convenient for my mom to take her back then, but she would've done anything for her friend - even adopt her daughter.By 16, Chantelle was actually given. ’ ‘Your mother has talked about you to me. I suppose we should have got to know each other before this.’ I didn’t respond directly to that but said, ‘You’ve got a lot of history books.’ ‘Have I?’ she said, ‘yes, I suppose I have, I just haven’t noticed, I buy what I need and…are you interested in history?’ I then talked enthusiastically about books and history while occasionally replacing the towels. Mrs. Grace said that it was unusual for a young man to be so interested in the subject, and. .. baby... I want – I want to..." She knew what I craved. Her mouth never once losing contact with my sex, she reversed herself about so that we were head to toe, her legs framing my head. My nostrils flared with pleasure at the pungent, musky smell of her -- then for the first time in my life, I was sampling the intoxicating flavor of another woman's pussy. I placed my hands on her ass, fondling her buttocks as I drank of Cherie's essence, going down on my daughter and loving it. My tongue.