The shower long forgotten as my cock begged for attention, I thought just once and I'll never do it again. So I fished my cock from my shorts, harder ...han its ever been before. As I stroked it felt better than when I've thought of other girls, I'd never been hornier, especially for my younger step sister.I lock the door and lay on my bed and start stroking again to the image now burned in my mind, my mind made up a scenario that when I burst into the room she'd come up to me and we'd have. I even heard he was to be cremated immediately after the funeral.Soldiers are Soldiers, even Peter Schnell, and the idea that there wouldn’t be a full funeral ate at me a bit. My wife was back home helping her mother with a house renovation, so I had way too much time on my hands. Schnell just kept floating to the surface of my brain. The thought ate at me until I got up that Saturday morning, put on my dress blues and headed over to Hill Chapel.The Chapel was nearly empty when I arrived. Just. She parked her car and went in. First she had a soak in the bath, and then she stuck a frozen meal into the microwave. She sat down with a can of beer in front of the TV, but none of the channels seemed to show anything interesting. Nothing doing there, she thought. When the microwave indicated her food was ready she sat down at the table with it. Somehow she didn’t have an appetite, and she sat sticking her fork into the bits and pieces without making any headway. No. She emptied her plate. It's not my fault she dressed like a man and had small breasts! My suspicions were confirmed a few nights later as I sat at my vanity table removing my make up. Barbara came storming into my room holding up a pair of pink panties. The panties looked like ones I'd lost many months before. I rose from my chair. We were about the same height, but in my high heeled mules I stood a few inches taller. "These belong to you." She tossed the panties in my face. "I found them in Todd's closet. .