Only it never came. After a minute of silence, and waiting for a reply my sister finally spoke up. “Huh, weird. She must've gone out. Ahh well, I'm ...going to go get out of this monkey suit. Make yourself at home, there's stuff in the fridge if you're hungry, remote's over there,” She said pointing to and end table next to a recliner, “I'll be down in a bit and we can catch up.” I did as instructed and made myself at home, kicking off my shoes and heading straight to the kitchen as my sister. Every day was an adventure. I had no experience with klds and it showed.I seemed to be saying 'Please stop crying' all the damn time. Patrick was already my savior. He had younger sibblings. His technique to stop the tears may have been controversial. It was cute as hell. He was strong. He would take my flve year old's and hold them upside down while they giggled. It stopped crying. The hanging method was also used as punishment. Yes, the school district would've murdered us for holding. Now that some time has passed I feel I can talk about it.I said: “I want to make love to you again, mom” and kissed her. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I think I mentioned my mom might not have been that attractive to someone else. There was that sagginess hanging skin which was apparent when she was naked, and her bush was dark and thick and scruffy. Yet as you might know or at least guess from my writing, I couldn’t stop thinking about it after the first time.The second time was. My face nuzzled into her neck. As I kissed and nibbled on her neck while playing with her boobs she just coo’ed and her breathing increased. After a few minutes the protests began, but they were merely for show. Neither of us had any notion of stopping. Soon my hands found their way into the top of her swimsuit. I gently pinched at each of her nipples, making them harden. I took each nub between my fingers and gave a gentle twist while pinching. The whole time both of us were moving against.