I asked Jennifer if her mother would approve of her in that bikini and she said that her mother would probable want to wear Holly’s other one. Wow! ...aybe I should let Holly buy some more bikinis, or better yet I should take Jennifer and her mother to the store to pick out some of their own.Holly got me alone and told me that Jennifer and her mother were living in a place that should be condemned, that her mother had lost her job, and that her father is a worthless bum. She wanted me to invite. I guess not the slut look she would complain about. Carrie’s mom, Chris (Mrs. Sampson to me) met me at the door. She took my sleeping bag and welcomed me to their home. I had met Mrs. Sampson a few times mostly during car pools. She also commented how cute I looked in my pig tails, perfect for a slumber party. Mrs. Simpson took my things down to their basement where we would be sleeping. Mr. Sampson, Paul, came up and introduced himself.I was a little surprised that I had never met Mr.. We continued like this for a bit until she was able to bring Tom’s cock back to life. All this time she had been frantically rubbing her clit and having cum after cum. We were getting pretty water logged by now and I suggested that we get out. It was cold as we stepped out of the hut so we grabbed a towel each and ran inside to stand around in front of the fire. After drying off a bit Fern dropped to her knees and took her dads cock back into her mouth. She reached out and stroked my cock and. She sighed. "I suppose it isn't easy. You see, when I told Steph that I liked you she was kind of funny about it. She teased me, but there was more to it. Sisters are funny about brothers I think. I mean, I think she liked the idea of me getting together with you, but she's kind of jealous too. Of you because she feels protective of her little brother and she's always loved you in a different kind of way too, and also me, because, well, we've always loved each other, but then she can't be.