Okay, I lost the bet.“And, Henrietta too?” I said. She gave me a look I could not decipher.“Of course,” she said. “John, the past is the pas.... Please,” she said. I nodded, but it was at best a suspicion laden nod.“Okay then, we’ll be coming,” I said.“And the Cabots too?” she said, directing her attention to my bud.“We’ll be there for sure, Missus Grimes. Andrea and me owe everything to your husband. Whatever we can do for you folks, we will, I will,” he said.“Well, thank you for that,” she. That was early in the game and the stakes went higher.My sister did an “all in” bet against my hand that I would have to fuck her son. I lost…I would have to fuck her son, Neal.Next round I got the chance to reciprocate…Lisa would have to fuck my son, Art.The other girls thought that we were kidding, that it was all talk. They thought wrong.Figuring that they better leave on that note…they did.Lisa and I battled on. The stakes got higher.I was the one that twisted it…I bet Lisa she would have. She felt desire growing. She pressed her buttocks tighter against him and moved her hips a little, adding to the thrills already beginning to overwhelm her. Martin slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, which she’d left unfettered by a bra when she changed out of her wedding dress. When his fingers found her erecting nipples and began playing with them, Ann melted in his arms. Martin picked her up and carried her to the bed. Kneeling next to her, he bent and his lips joined hers in a. Immediately her eyes sensed my difference she now knew I was actually aroused.She turned back and said “you are now grown up”. She asked me to go to the bedroom and asked to sit under the fan. Within seconds she rushed, with hot water and some cookies. She kept the things outside the door and asked me have them quickly.I would actually thank the hot water and cookies which brought me to normal. I quickly put on my dress and came out with my heads down and asked her to forgive me.She said.