She was sick, very sick. The first night Dad was out of town, she and I and Mrs. D****r watched old movies in the living room in the flickering light ...of dozens of candles. We didn't have sex but we cuddled a lot and cried too. After Mom was gone, Mrs. D****r stopped coming. Not right away, but it wasn't the same with just the two of us. We needed Mom and she wasn't there no matter how much we told each other she was. We drifted apart. Dad started a relationship with one of the women he knew. Sitting just out of reach of my legs was my incredibly naked and beautiful sister with a smile on her face and licking her lips. As my head cleared and I realized what had happened I looked back at Candice. She just smiled at me."Well, this is a surprise. Not that I am complaining about the blow job s*s, but what got into you to make you do it?" I said"Well John passed out before we had a chance to do anything, and then I heard you two out here. When I peaked around the corner to spy on you I. I look down at you consideringly."From now on sissy, you will call me 'Sir' each and every time you address me." I say, "do you understand, wimp?" Yes sir," You whisper.I smile with satisfaction and look down at you enjoying the delicious sensations from my prick as you continue to expertly wank me. I press you a little harder."Now wimp," I ask, "do you mind if I fuck your sexy little slut of a wife?"There is a long pause and then I her you whisper reluctantly,"No sir, I don't mind."That is not. I used my winnin's ta buy us each a Mexican beer. My God! He was right about the price. Mexican beer was 8¢ a bottle! Shit, it better be good at that price! We took our beers ta one side of the barroom an' I sipped away at the beer. I sure did not like it at first, but the taste did start ta gain on me. I was able ta finish the bottle without grimacin', but it was work fer a while. Chad said that one was enough fer my first try at it, an' I sure agreed with him.I did not realize how much affect.