Even in its flaccid state, I imagined any woman would enjoy making him grow to full erection. How big did he get? Did he cum a lot? I shook my head as... if to slap myself. I shouldn't be thinking about such things. I've never had thoughts about being with other guys and happy in my masculinity, thank you very much. An exposed dick isn't going to change that. I chuckled at the absurdity of Carl actually hitting on me and headed to take a late-morning shower.. I knew how to trap rabbits and found out they were just as damn dumb as chickens. We ate rabbits and stuff from the garden grown wild; planted by Mom, cared for by God.Dad came back, gaunt, bearded, scars on his legs from shackles he said. Did Dad take care of us? We took care of Dad. We did love him and in his way, his very own way, we think he loved us. We knew, somehow, he loved Mom and died, slowly, without her. He loved us but we were not Mom.We had a milk cow and from age six I milked.. We found ourselves in a comfortable 69 position and accepted that my fate would not be bad at all.His face was now buried in Kris's crotch, her legs squeezing my ears shut. On the other end, my crotch was poised just inches above Kris's face. Using all my strength, I managed to flip them over so that I was on the bottom and she was on top. His face felt so good buried in the crotch of her shorts that I momentarily forgot it was my sister, and I reached my hands around to her ass and I rubbed my. She may not have liked the feel of it, for all I knew, or she may not have wanted to be stimulated any further. Or maybe she just got scared.I wanted to go back to the familiar joy of kissing Susan and fondling her breasts, but I knew it was time to seek another level of intimacy. I had to do something!Standing up, I helped Susan off the tree trunk. She stood facing me, looking nervous and holding her swimsuit in case it slipped any further. She wasn’t attempting to cover her breasts though. I.