'Look at that', she said pointing to his oversized bulge, 'He has a fucking hard-on, even drunk', and as she spoke I walked over to him, my eyes firml...y fixed on the offending object, and reached down and traced its outline with my finger.'He is growing into a big boy, your son and my nephew', I said matter-of-factly, but my sister had walked into the kitchen and called out if I wanted Red or White, with reference to wine.I looked down on my young nephew, 'Red', I replied, as I lifted the. Just the two of us. She knew where there was a nudist colony where we could rent a small cabin. The idea of nude bodies wherever the eye wandered truly stimulated her. She desired to see bodies of all ages. I suddenly came to the realization that I had awakened some sexual monster within Kate. She told me even when she was married she seldom got the amount of sex she craved and was made to feel bad whenever she tried to initiate it from her husband who had the primitive philosophy that it was. " Yes, Susan." Susan smiled and replied, "That's better, now show mearound!"We walked into the family room and she nodded at the large sofa andcomfortable mood seating. In the kitchen I fixed both of us a glass ofwhite wine and she thanked me. It was only then I noticed her manicurednails with the bright red color.We went to the basement and she liked the openness of the area. I saw hersmile when she glanced at all the hooks in the ceiling. She gave me oneof "those" looks. We walked a little. She motioned for us to sit down, she had a three piece sofa so I sat on one end with Steve on the other. She came in with a couple of beers and she had a drink in a glass, she sat in a chair facing us. She was wearing a black skirt and a white top.As we all made small talk, after she’d drunk her drink she went into the kitchen and came back with another glass full, she sat between us saying “I’ll sit here a rose between two thorns” as she laughed. After a few minutes I placed my arm across the.