We ate and made small talk. “Where’s your mom and dad?” he asked. “They’re out of town for the weekend” I informed him with a sexy smile.H...e smiled back and began to shovel his food. “Don’t rush. We have all weekend.” I told him. After we finished up, I got up from the table and went around to his side to pick up his plate. I made sure to bend in front of him so my luscious boobs were in his face. He tried to put his hand on my thigh, but I slapped it away. “Behave yourself or you won’t get. "I'm not dead yet little sister," I replied."So tell me," she said between grunts. "Why do you want to be the oldest so bad?"I was struggling too much to answer. "Ease up for a second and I'll tell you."Kris eased off just a bit to give me a chance to talk."I guess I want to be the oldest because older brothers always watch out for our little sisters, and I like the idea of being the kind of brother who would sort of protect you when you needed it," I said.As the words sunk in, Kris blinked. Many years ago when we were in the Caribbean together, you must remember that private house on the beach when we were bird watching, and spying, with our binoculars. Of course, leave it to you to spot that nude girl on the beach. I think you moaned while looking her over. I remember your instant erection and then I found what you were looking at. I thought she was barely eighteen, probably some college coed on break. She had perky little tits with pacifier nipples. But it was her totally bare,. I'll fall in love with you, just for your eyes."Cecilia hugged herself, and shivered slightly. "See, I told you," she said, turning a smug face to her friends. "Older men are much more fun than your little boys."Laney and Laura sprawled on my couch, their eyes darting about the room, avoiding eye contact with anyone but Max. He was curled in his usual place, the rug in front of the fireplace, watching us from under hooded eyes. Cecilia kneeled gracefully before the CD rack, at ease if she were.