I’d known that, at least subconsciously, from the beginning, and should have been prepared for her to ask what was, ultimately, an obvious question....The problem was, I didn’t have an obvious and acceptable answer to give her, and didn’t know when I would. I had to say something, and I could, at least, point out the obvious.“I think, at a minimum, you would have to be a catechumen,” I replied. “If you weren’t, it could cause significant problems with my bishop.”“I suppose I should have realized. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.“The house looks great,” I said. “You did a good job. It looks like you did a lot of work today.”“Not too bad,” she said with a shrug.“Look, Cindy, I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight. I was so wrong, completely out of line. I behaved like an ass. I don’t know why I reacted that way. I’m just over-protective of my big sister, I guess.”“It’s okay, Hugh. It was wrong, I shouldn’t have done it. But I was drunk and horny. It had been a while.”“Well, I hope. She exploded in a long, very sensuous and loud orgasm. One very cold December night, Sarah snuck up to my room. Ignoring her own concerns about doing anything when Dave and Julie were in the house, Sarah came up the stairs at about 2:00 a.m., quietly opened the door to my room, and crawled into my bed. “It’s only me,” she whispered, as I woke. Dave and Julie were asleep in the room right next door. Knowing of her concern about doing anything when they were around, I assumed that Sarah just. I put on some short shorts that barely fit. They were super tight. Had a small cameltoe no undies. As I walk into the kitchen I look over at him and he seems surprised to see me. He looks at me from top to bottom and is fixated on my boobs. Well hi sweetie he says I say hello. He turns around and continues cooking. I come up behind him and rub my right boob on his arm. My nipples were rock hard at the time. He was nervous and points me to the pantry to grab something i think it was salt or.