I got up, unsure of what to do, so I just helped her up, and that's when she pulled me towards her with her back against the wall. She lifted up her l...eg, and instinctively, I grabbed it, I'm now crotch to crotch with my girlfriends horny not-so-little sister. I'm fighting every urge in my body to ravage her, but I can't control it, and I start to get hard. She bites her lip, and stares me in the face when she says "Seems like somebody's happy to see me, aren't they?", and rubs my hard-on. It’s getting near dinner time and I can use some help.”“Okay, Aunt Becky. I’ll be right there.”Peeling potatoes is not the same as cooking, but it’s what I knew how to do. I had just started on my first spud when Aunt Becky went straight to the bathroom. I should have known she put the book there so I’d find it, but it didn’t occur to me until much later.Dinner was wonderful. About the only time I’d get to have lamb chops would be at Becky’s. We also had mashed potatoes smothered in butter and. I answered, "Forensic Knot Expert." You're kidding right?"I told her truthfully, "You could always try it. I read about this guy in Great Britain last year. He's a member of the International Guild of Knot Tyers & Forensic Science Society." Okay, I'll bite, how does that make a hooker an expert witness?"While taking off my jacket, I said, "Well, a couple years ago, before you joined the firm, I was on this case involving a man whose wife found out he had been seeing a prostitute. When I. . well, subservient. I thought it was just a game and sexy talk, except for Mom. But even Suzanne is acting differently these days. She hasn't done a complete 180 like Mom, but she's ... well ... different. What does it mean? How will our relationships be defined? ... Yet they seem to be acting so normally now, not counting the way Mom keeps bending forward to show off her cleavage. But on the other hand, all I have to do is snap my fingers and I know any of them will be fighting over who gets.