They started out on her back, and then daily began to get lower and lower. Eventually one began to rest on her ass, but with such a light touch it alm...st seemed accidental, like he'd brushed against her inadvertently.Then one night Nancy came home late. Walking down the hallway to her bedroom she heard strange moaning coming from Matt's room. Thinking he might be sick, she opened the door part way and looked in. He seemed to be asleep but the bedcovers were pulled back. She quietly walked over. Now I was totally nude and she was half nude, rather more then half. I also pulled off her vest. I moved my leg between her legs. My knees touched her pussy which shockingly was neatly shaved ( it felt as if waxed). With the touch she held my knee tightly between her legs.Now we were kissing each other hard. I was rubbing her pussy with my knee, playing with her right nipple with my left hand and holding her head with other hand. Her right hand was squeezing my cock ( which I wanted her to. I heard their laughter. I could feel their joy. The only thing I felt between my father and me was tension.The drive home from the nature reserve was even more depressing. Watching the endless countryside whizzing past made me feel so small.Everyone has his own method to relieve stress. Some people like to listen to music while others like to take a bath. My method is a little unusual. Whenever I feel stressed out, I take some ice cubes from the freezer and crunch them with my back teeth. When. “Why are they always the same?” we hears Debbie ask. Will came into view and sat beside his sister. He was wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. He passed her a bottle of beer and they clinked them together before drinking. Eventually he spoke.“I don’t know. Perhaps it gets yanks horny?”“Does it get you horny, brother dear?”“She does,” Will said with a laugh.“Oh come on! She’s plastic! You’d get better sex from a coke bottle.”“And how would you know how good a Coke bottle is?” Will.