You then suck my fingertips…Pure temptation I can’t resist…Upon this tender morning mist…I caress your neck so slightly…While you hold me re...ally tightly…With my back against the grass…As I then squeeze your tight ass…My hands move to your thighs…Then I gaze upon your eyes…We then follow with our kiss…Igniting slowly with pure bliss …I am filled with much desire…Your luscious neck I then aspire…Starting to nibble on your neck…Turns you quickly to a wreck…Your sweet nothings so exotic…Gasping. We hoped she would accept it.She didn’t seem upset. Quite the opposite. Intrigued, you might say. “So, you’re saying that even though you are brother and sister you had sex with each other?’ she asked.“Yes,” I said.“Well then, if that is the case, I want to know if you are bigger and better than your father ever was.”“What? You can’t be serious!”“Most definitely I am. Just because I am your mom doesn’t mean I’m dead. I miss sex. I need to feel a nice hard cock in me once in a while too. . It wasn't clear whether he understood."And third, I need money. Until I can find a job I'm going need toborrow some money from you."There, short and sweet. We could work out the details later. He chewedthe corner of his mouth in a way that suggested he might start cryingagain but his puffy eyes looked angry and they kept shifting betweenface and legs in a way that suggested distaste. I couldn't help crossingmy arms again and sinking into the sofa, confidence fading."I mean, I just want to help. No, you need Prudence. She’s a walking legal encyclopaedia.”“Who is Prudence?”“She’s my sister. She works for a legal firm. In truth, she does much of the firm’s trickiest legal work, then the partners put their names to it, claim the glory and charge their clients a fortune. She could easily have her own practice but she’s the polar-opposite of Richard: she hates the bureaucracy and showmanship of court. She prefers to work at the coal-face, and the firm values her so highly they let her pick.