"Dad..." I start again but he cuts me off."There's a chance - not a big one, but a chance - that Peter isn't Charles' biological son." He says quietly...I open my mouth and for once, nothing comes out.That's fucked up.We sit and wait for Peter an' Uncle Charles. When they come out, Peter sits next to me, but Uncle Charles calls Dad over. They talk for a minute then Dad goes back into the office.Peter looks like he's been run over which is how he's looked since for the last week which is when I. Beth asked me what I liked to photograph. It was an innocent question, but I decided to turn our conversation toward sex. I said that I wanted to take erotic pictures of women. She said good luck, and asked me if I was off to photograph a pretty woman? I told her no, but that after spending many hours taking pictures of old buildings and store windows, I thought I earned the right to take a picture of something that I was really interested in. We had been neighbors for fifteen years, and until. " There's one more thing, Cousin," Cicely said. "You have to show us your thingy. You know, your dick."So that was the deal, the tradeoff. My cock for their tits."Okay, but you first," I demanded.Mila offered a compromise. "First Cicely, then you, then me." So, that's how it happened.When Cicely took off her bikini top, it was difficult to make out her form in the dark. "Hey, it's too dark. Turn the flashlight on her tits," I growled.The girl had perky tight tits with hard nipples that stuck. She nodded a shy yes. I asked her about her family and she mentioned that her husband passed away 3 years back in a road accident and she has one girl who is married. Lata was staying in a nearby chawl with her old mother-in-law and was practically alone. Her family history was most suitable to turn my fantasies to reality. Having heard her family history, my lund became tight and I inadvertently adjusted it as it was hurting me and was ready to pop out of my trouser on my slightest command to.