It was like he was trying to comprehend what was happeningaround him. He did shock us by offering to clear the table. Dannyoffered to give him a han...d while mom went in and supervised the storageand broke out an apple pie she had made for desert. "Are you going totell him?" Jenny asked when we were alone. I nodded as I tried to workup the courage to explain to my brother what I had decided. Jenny leanedin gave me a kiss on the cheek and took my hand.We sat and enjoyed the pie and some. He places my hand back. I start to pull back the foreskin, he moans with excitement. He turns me onto my side facing Jane and raises my skirt. He starts to stroke my ass, his hand goes under my panties and I feel him brush my asshole with his finger. I lift my left leg putting my foot on the edge of the sofa to give easier access. Jane takes advantage of this, her hand finds my clit and rubs it through the fabric of my panties while still probing my mouth with her tongue. I return the favour. Idecided on a pair of baggy shorts, a tee shirt and sneakers. This wasmy most masculine look.I joined the girls for breakfast and they rushed me through my morningcereal. Ann reminded me to take my vitamins. We set off on foot to themall, gabbing the whole way. It's amazing how many different thingsthese girls can have discussions on. Everything from hair styles andcare to clothes and shoes and makeup and boys and on and on.I couldn't contribute much, but I was finding myself listening. Clint was Dad but younger.I nodded my head once.“It hit you hard, his death,” Melody said, putting her arm around me, pulling me closer to her. I smelled something musty around her. Similar to my own pussy’s scent. But there was something else, something salty and yet almost like bleach.Was it Clint? Did they have sex recently?“I miss him,” I admitted, my heart hammering. She turned her head, her blonde hair brushing my light-brown pigtail. Melody was the only blonde in the family. Mom’s hair.