It's cold out," Mom told us. Once inside, she added, "you ladies can use the same room as you did for Thanksgiving. You'll need to make the beds. I'll... get the sheets and blankets out for you in a few minutes. Mark, you're in your regular room." I carried our luggage in and put it in our rooms, but left the firkin in the truck, as it wouldn't mind the cold. Mom seemed jittery or upset the rest of the afternoon.The situation came to a head shortly after dinner, when Mom took me aside to talk,. Gina wasn’t totally drunk. But, she had a pretty good buzz going. The girls held onto each other as they stumbled and giggled their way up the stairs. Angel walked over to Gina’s bed and spread her arms out to her sides and fell onto the bed with a bounce. Gina laughed and jumped on top of her. Gina straddled Angel and started tickling her. They laughed and wrestled around taking turns pinning each other down. “Phew,” said Angel, “it’s hot in here.” Angel slid her ass off the bed and stood up.. She drifted to sleep with sex teasing her mind. Not sex with her husband, her thoughts didn’t have a face. The next day even as she stayed busy, her mind kept straying. She was slightly embarrassed at what she had done the night before, but salacious thoughts kept slipping into her mind. She had to get out of the house, her solitude was causing her to remember what she had seen and done the night before. She went to Marcelo’s Little Italy for pasta and wine. After a slow enjoyable meal, she. We loved teasing each other. Whether it was Colleen’s bed wetting problem, or catching Kelly masturbating, sharing a bedroom with your siblings could take it’s toll on you. As the youngest of the three, I got picked on the most, but I learned from them on how to give it back. Along with Colleen’s bed wetting issues, she also had somewhat of a flatulence problem, cutting some pretty rancid farts. Of course it was all fun and games when we were growing up, but she wasn’t very happy when I told.