"Why, Matt, why?" her voice almost in a whisper. "What of our family, our c***dren? I cannot hate you Matt, you are my brother and I love you so much,... she said.They looked at each other in utter desolation.He hesitated and made up his mind. Turning around, he closed the door, locked it and walked back to her. She looked up at him, as he stood in front of her. He knelt down on the floor, between her legs. With trembling hands, his hands reached out for the belt of her bathrobe. He untied it and. With a contented sigh I pressed myself deeper into her flesh.“I shared my story with you to let you know that your secret is safe alright? So, is there anything I can do to help you, so you aren’t as distracted?” Ann asked as I was finally able to stop my tears.Anything she could do? My God! That was as loaded a question that she asked as any that I’d ever heard. God yes, I thought, she and I could strip naked slowly and make love for hours. I almost opened my mouth to say it, then chickened. If she wanted to do it, how could I say no?I reached over Sam to grab my phone. She mewled in her sleep, her right thigh sliding over my left. I smiled as I picked up my phone from beside my wife's. I swiped the screen. It didn't make a sound. I had put it on silence, I hated the constant beeping of notifications. The blue screen bathed my face. I winced against the sudden brightness and blinked my eyes until they adjusted.Then I opened the app.Two figures appeared at the foot of my bed, my two. Peter opened a drinks cabinet and poured two drinks, passing a beautiful tumbler to me. It was almost full of Scotch Whisky, which is not my favourite drink. However, feeling slightly intimidated by the whole situation, I took a very large gulp and felt the 25 year old malt burn my stomach, then experienced a burst of the peaty flavour in my mouth. The warmth it filled me with eased my nerves and I sat a little further into the sofa's welcoming cushioning. Peter sat down on the sofa next to me..