.. yeah, I spilled a little wine and tried to wash it off in the kitchen,” I lied.After all the insufferable previews, the movie finally flicked to ...life. I reached across my mother and turned off the lamp at the end of the sofa. Now the room was lit only by the glow of the TV screen. We sat quietly, watched the movie and ate the pizza. I don’t know about my mother, but I was very much aware of her thigh touching mine. I could feel the scorching heat of her body against my leg. When I had eaten. I found her slumped in an armchair and shook her shoulder to wake her up. No response at all. Nervous that we would be busted for stealing alcohol I tried harder, still no response. My brain engaged as I realised the potential opportunity.I assessed the situation concluding that I was relatively safe this being the part of the house where the family lived. Drinks party guests were unlikely to snoop around. The house was old with creaky floorboards that would alert me to anyones presence in. Just that morning,Wendy had told me that she was ovulating today.Realizing that it might be her own brother’s spermfertilizing Wendy’s egg made me come. I was extremelyangry and jealous, but I was also shooting off in myshorts!Wendy’s orgasm triggered John’s. He clinched his buttcheeks as he squirted his sperm into my wife, hissister. When I could stand, I went behind and couldsee John’s sperm oozing out of Wendy’s stuffed pussy.I got my cock out, and when. I arrived just after nine and knocked on her back door. The door was open but the screen was hooked. Getting no answer I knocked again louder. After a minute I thought she must be down in the basement or up stairs some where. So I sat on the back step for a few minutes then called thought the open back door.I head a very weak cry and then a slightly louder call for help. I poked a small hole in the screen and popped up the hook. I went in through the kitchen and saw Mrs. Ham all twisted up in a.