She felt rather than saw eyes looking through one of the holes, checking her out, in the flickering light of an orgy on the film. An anonymous hand ap...peared through the hole, she moved to allow it reach her cunt, felt the fingers pushing into her, the hand played in her lips for a short time, gentle though strong, fingers caress her aching clit for a few moments, then retreats and is replaced by a short but thick uncut cock, she squatted down and took it the head gently into her mouth, sucking. No suspicious questions. Just a cheery, "ok, take care, Marty". And whenever I've glanced back at the house from the bottom of the road, I've noticed their bedroom curtains already drawn.On Tuesday night, taking advantage of my new freedom, I spent the whole night with Rose. She called in work to say she was sick. I'd told her what had happened between Mum and Dad, and that I just had to talk to her. It was really nice to spend a cosy night in with her, telling each other intimate secrets about. Cast aside on the bedroom floor. They were mine. I picked them up and looked carefully. They were made of cotton, soft cotton with horizontal blue and white stripes, each about half an inch long. The legs and waistband were trimmed with thin strips of white elastic lace. They were small and pretty, my sister was quite a bit smaller than me. I noticed a small yellow-green stain on the crotch, the significance of which and it’s significance to me would only hit me months or even years later. I. I started to slide my hand up her stomach, I wanted to cup her breasts and squeeze them. Suddenly, I heard my dad call. She quickly jumped off me and ran downstairs responding to the call. This moment happened in my room, with my parents downstairs. Throughout dinner, we were stealing glances at each other. One point our eyes met, and we both smiled. Noone on the table noticed, we had spent the last 20 odd years together after all – having family for your neighbours is a good deal. I thought.