“So,” said the Doc. “I think we’ve established that you aren’t actually fine but you are F.I.N.E. And we’ve also established that I know w...at it takes to make you feel okay – at least in the short term. Do you think we can skip past all the denials and get down to what the problem is?”I stared at him. I never expected him to be so confrontational.“I want you to go through with me what happened to you on Monday,” he said.I took a big breath and let it out. “Bec and I were grounded because of. "Mom ..." I started, as I walked into the kitchen, but she held up a hand to silence me."Let me talk first," she said evenly. She set a dish of bacon and eggs down on the table, and lowered herself into a chair across the corner from me."Bobby, you know how your father's always on the road, right? You know how he stops by every two or three weeks to drop off his laundry and grab a quick piece of ass. ..." Mom!" I groused."Oh, come on," she replied. "Let's not be coy with each other. Not now.. With her long legs and the heels, Lisa's legs seem to go on forever and it's rare that any person can resist looking at them. I don't even try to resist looking! Wes was in the love seat and I was in the big easy chair. She looked at me and said, "Scrunch over, dear. I'm sitting with you." I scrunched.Lisa looked over at Evelyn and said, "I guess you've noticed that I like mini skirts. The guys at CME call me, 'Legs Lisa, ' and are disappointed if I go back to look things over in detail wearing. " Yeah, but I'm old enough. You know that. You know how I came when you played with me," and before I could stop her she'd slipped her warm hand under my sweatpants to grasp my already swelling tool."Stop it Irene!" I spoke sharply but I know I made no attempt to remove her hand."Hee Hee. You don't really want me to, do you Bill," and then my fourteen year old sister was pulling my hand between her legs to her bushy pussy.As I said, I'd been drinking. My sister's hand was warm and it felt good.