Downstairs in the kitchen I grab a beer and watch them on the porch through the french doors. They're facing away so all I can see is ponytails and sh...oulders and butts in chairs. I decide to make a subtle play. I walk outside."Girls, I'm hitting the sack. Have a good night." Goodnight Dad!" Goodnight Mr. Dillard!" Goodnight Sam"And I hop up the stairs to my bedroom and wait. Soon I hear conspiratorial whispering on the deck below. I eavesdrop and hear:"Should I? I've been wanting his cock so. He would always tell me how pretty I was and I had beautiful blue eyes and features.This story starts one early morning when he stumbled in a 3. He made the pallet and lied down for awhile. I was awake. But he didn't know it. And when he stood up I just acted like was asleep. He walked over to the side of my bed and breathed very slowly. Still I pretended to be asleep. I felt his hand on my stomach. This was strange and I wanted to move his hand but I couldn't bring myself to do anything. He. Out of the shower, he used a lady's disposable razor to chop off the beard stubble, so he felt halfway normal. Not perfect, but it'd do the job, he thought. Maybe some guys can walk around looking like Yasser Arafat, but I'm not one of them. He came out of the bathroom, to notice the boys were up and the TV was on. Some kid's show, he thought, and then caught a closer look at the screen -- and realized he was looking at Shae herself! She was dressed in a green jerkin and shorts and hat that. " She gave him a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. "You're the best brother ever!" she said, and disappeared out the front door.Jamie sighed and went back into the living room and collapsed on the couch. He surrendered himself to what had become routine for him: lowering his pants, he freed his aching, frustrated cock, and proceeded to stroke it slowly and gently. He closed his eyes and moaned as he replayed in his mind the image of Heather in her tantalizing underwear, those tight, tight panties,.