I head for our location and relax on my rug fully clothed and extremely excited about my day ahead. “Ping.” I receive the anticipated email. “...here is something for you under the large tree closest to you.” Chris writes. I find a picnic basket, bring it back to my rug and open it. There is champagne, a glass, chocolate covered strawberries (my favorite) and a black box about 20cm square with a note attached. The note reads; “It is time to step things up a bit. I can no longer just watch. She shifted a little towards her daughter to fill the gap I’d left, and patted the bed next to her. I crawled up the bed and knelt beside her. My hand worked my cock and I could feel my spunk starting to rise. “Nnnn…, I’m gonna come”. Kate moved closer to Ruth, until their heads were next to each other. Ruth opened her eyes, saw what was happening, and stared at my cock, “Oh fuck…”. “Brace yourself girl”, Kate said laughing. “Open your mouths”, I heard myself grunt. They both opened them, Ruth. A week went by and two things happened. I passed Lyn in the hallway and she stopped. She whispered: (I miss you Jeff&hellip,I..) , she threw her arms around me and kissed me hotter than my girlfriend. I froze for a second and then&hellip,. all our passion broke loose. Oh damn&hellip,this wasnt suppose to happen. I realized I was horny for my own sister&hellip,.and bad. Mom was downstairs and we let go of our taboo resistance. Her hand went inside my pants and mine went under her top and bra.. Now we’re the bad guys, and you suddenly found your conscience, is that it? Let me tell you something, and get this through your neurotic skull—your book of poems is the last chance you have. You pestered me for years to publish it. No one else will take on a has-been like you. You either submit the book as agreed upon, or you’re done in this business. You’ll be through as a poet, you’ll be dumped into obscurity, and you’re career will be over, caput, finito, nada.”“You know what, Don? I’ve.