I REALLY hate to do this to you but I'm stuck up here in L.A. and I don't think I can be back before late. Are you and Crystal getting along okay?" Su...re." I felt like a schoolgirl babysitting again but the "picture" before me was no baby!"I hope you don't mind. Would it be alright for her to stay with you? If you can fix dinner for you both I will gladly repay you..." Hey, no problem...we're getting along fine and there's plenty here to eat. You do what you gotta do and we'll be fine. In fact,. No. I had to go meet the girls. I didn't have time for this right now. It'll be here when I get home. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to meet everyone for breakfast. Returning later in the afternoon, I had been sidetracked to go hunting antiques at a flea market with the girls. I was now the proud owner of a Duncan Fife sideboard. An impulse buy, but I reasoned that it was a wise investment. I couldn't turn it down at that price and it matched my dining room set. The gentleman selling. Not only did I have sex with my sister literally hundreds of times, but also on many occasions we invited a third ( in some cases even a fourth) person to join us. We were involved in both types of threesome (me, my sister and a GIRL; as well as me, my sister and a Boy). However here in the first part of the story, I’ll confine myself only to the very first incident which ushered us into the forbidden land of Brother-Sister Sex. The events which made me look at my sister in a way a young boy. As the summer waned, I was persuaded to winter over among my wife's people, and commence my journey the following spring. I was given to understand how woefully unprepared I was for my trek, by having shown to me the equipage it would be preferable to posses for such an undertaking. I had to agree, and I would need to obtain hides and skins, and trade for spear points and arrows. Once I mastered the use of my boy's bow, I would need to become adroit in the mastery of a hunting bow, and in the.