She was getting hot and her eyes looked so sexy. I could figure out that she was getting horny too. I told her that I wanted to tell one thing to her.... She asked what it was I slowly got up and took her hands in mine and told her that I loved her. She told me, “Well it took you so long to express,”…I also love you and have loved you since long. We fell into a deep French kiss and my hands started traveling to her boobs. I had got the green signal and her breathing was rapid and I could feel she. It now seems like it’s okay to be together like this.” “Do you think it is?” “I think other people would think it is not. But, we think it’s fine for us.” “What do you care about what other people think?” “I don’t want anybody to think I’m bad.” “Then don’t tell anybody.” “But I know. You and I know.” “It will be our secret, if you like.” Silence fell again. After a few moments, she said, “I liked the way you made love with me.” “I don’t think we made love, Elizabeth. I think we had sex. It was. Crenshaw,” I told her. “Would it be better if I went around to the back door?” I asked.“Nonsense, you just slip your shoes off onto this towel, and step in here, I’ll turn my back and you get those wet clothes off and put this robe on.” She said as she handed me a blue robe that must have been her husbands. I really didn’t feel this was the way to do it, but stepped in, closed the door and stripped off my wet clothes.Wet clothes are never easy to get off, and today mine seemed like they were. Neither can your sister. Your father made you king of the house but he reserves the right to overrule you.”I said, “Strip then.”The tear ran down her cheek as she dropped her clothing to the floor of the bathroom. Marcy stopped licking to watch. Mom did not reprimand her for it. She stood there proudly as I checked out her body.Mom could deny me nothing…neither could my sister. I said, “Bend over and grab your ankles.”I could see the blood drain from her face, she was as white as a ghost, but.