As Charles walked over to me I could see he was well used tobeing dressed like this and had a very feminine movement as hewalked. We kissed gently and...headed down stairs to get supper. I don't think I had felt as sexy in ages - the dress was just outof this world.As we prepared supper we kept looking at each other and grinningand commenting on how good each other looked. We drank wine andchatted and enjoyed each others company and whenever we passedeach other we kissed lightly. After supper we. ”The waiter smiled. “Kinda odd way to clarify that, but you got it.”“It’s symbolic,” said Julia, wiping a tear away. “You had to be there.”On our walk back home I stopped at my car and gave Julia a coat to hang over her shoulders. We almost ran into a line of late-night runners who wore headlamps and reflectors all over. A couple girls were sitting on a curb trying to fix one of their broken heels. There was a shortcut to Biko house I was unfamiliar with, but Julia said we could take the long. Another could get fertilized, but there wasn’t enough energy left in it to be viable. There was one she must have ovulated in the last few hours. It was barely in her fallopian tube. I saw her hormones and how they weren’t making her have a period, just a bit of bleeding and a few tiny bits of the old lining. There was nothing going to happen to keep her from having a fertilized egg from implanting.She knows the risks, even if she thinks she is safe. Sex Ed classes make sure that girls know. What am I up to, I thought. I want to have sex with my mother, before having sex with my sister. Then, I want to have sex with my mother and my sister in the same bed. Oh, yeah. Feeling a bit like Malcolm McDowell playing Alex in Stanley Kubrick's Clockwork Orange, that's what I'm up to and what I'm all about having sex with my mother and sister.Reluctantly, I looked away from the her neckline and from her cleavage to look in my Mom's eyes. I didn't care if she caught me looking at her tits..