”Auntie Pru had learned that addressing me in direct terms was often more profitable. I nodded again.Wednesday night, eve of G-Day, Louise Lane call...d Pru at home. “I see, Louise. No, don’t be silly, don’t even think about it.”She looked at Peggy, “Flu.”My mother said, “Ms. Sloane.”Auntie Pru nodded, “Of course,” and looked at me, “Fucking mouth closed.”Gibraltar Soup, which no longer makes much soup, or maybe they do, it’s just not as important as when Grandpa Gibraltar first started selling. (If anything.)It was coming into school term that you realised you had no idea what you were walking into at Rockhard High. It was going to be a strange place full with strange people, unknown halls and faces would surround you.You simy shrugged it off and gathered your uniform, a black jacket with a white button up with a tint black skirt. The tie you chose was red since you could cheese between that or black and you felt like adding a but of colour would make the whole outfit pop!Next came. .. I mean... with mom... would you do it, Brandon?" "You mean would I do it if I was you or would I actually do it?" I ask, wondering if the answer is really any different. "Both, I guess," Lauren answers."I would definitely do it if I was you because you've already started and you know mom is willing to do it." My cock stiffens inside Lauren's pussy as I visualize mom eating my s!ster's pussy."Yeah, but regardless of whether mom is willing, let's just assume for a minute that she is. What. We then all got under the quilts, snuggled and fell asleep. It had been a very long night. One funny thing that sometimes happens. When we have a really good evening together – not necessarily sex – we all like to sleep cuddled in one bed. As we do and the lights go out, Sharon sometimes says, “G’night John Boy,” and everyone laughs. Of course, our family is pretty far removed from John-boy’s, but we are family. Another Special Night It was another Friday night… and it was Sharon and Susan’s.