Your mum’s on the phone.”“Tell her I’ll call back.”“She said it’s important.”“Fuck’s sake,” I muttered, making sure I was decent...as I rolled out of my chair.It wasn’t important. It was pointless bullshit, as always. Shopping - as if I care!The same reason I felt sure that Carrie hadn’t seen what I was doing when she’d been standing in my room’s doorway meant I didn’t know she was there until after I’d closed my bedroom door. My chair span slowly round into the room to greet me, and nestled deep. A 42 year old bloke and a 18 year old girl? Not only that, but a girl I spent the last 2 years viewing as nothing more than my girlfriend's daughter? I guess I should've realised just as she turned 16. The clothes changed. She'd come downstairs in nothing more than her white thong and oversized T-Shirt when her mother was at work. Or the times she would come downstairs with only a towel wrapped around her head and another just covering only her pert little breasts and top of her milky white. A couple of the guys were calling for her to strip, but that was out of the question. Even though her boss wasn't there, she had her uppity standards to maintain.However eventually she started to raise her skirt. Very slowly, she exposed her slip to cheers from the guys. Then this was lifted to show her stocking tops, and a glimpse of thigh. What a tease. The guys shouted for more but she flatly refused. She wasn't that drunk, she told them. Letting go the hem of her dress, she tried to get off. For some strange reason, the female twin suggested to her brother that they hide under a large empty crate to escape discovery. Karen was a tiny thing at that age, and she knew her body would fit underneath her brother’s somewhat larger frame inside the box.Joshua hesitated before mounting his little sister because he could smell her feminine scent and it was like a tantalizing temptation to his uninitiated member hanging down between his legs.He had heard stories from the older boys about how.