I took a sip of Moms bourbon. My throat burned and my eyes watered. I exhaled with a gasp. My first sip of whiskey was strong and breathtaking.Brother... was sucking his finger when I looked back at him. His cock stood tall and proud. He eased off the edge of the bed and onto his knees. Mom's left leg hung from the mattress and her pussy was completely exposed. Brother moved closer and drug in a breath of her aroma. I watched as he dredged his tongue through her slit. The bottle was still in my. Blue felt like she should do something, like invite him in to get warmed up, have some hot chocolate. Something neighborly. Something polite. All she could do was stare at the Christmas lights making the snow covered house and trees and bushes glow. She thought she felt something move over the length of her hair that lay on her shoulder… the wind had at least died down now and wasn’t blowing it willy-nilly… and when she turned her head John was pushing his hand back into his pocket, but she had. ‘Fifty-five,’ he answered truthfully. ‘You don’t look like a barmpot,’ the girl repeated as the attendant finally lowered the corrugated roller-shutter, clamped a robust-looking padlock through the hasp, shrugged on a thick donkey jacket and, dismissing them from his life, went out onto the deserted platform beyond the glass. His head still on his arms, the soldier stirred and muttered in his sleep. ‘And I’m a pretty good judge of character,’ the girl finished. Minutes later, decision made,. “How is your leg healing?” I asked“Still bad but now I can feel and use my left leg perfectly well “ she said as I cleaned her legsShe was absolutely stunning in her pink bra and blue underwear“What’s with screaming all night long?” I askedShe didn’t say anything and then said “Just bad dreams”I looked at her skeptically and said what kind?“I don’t want to talk about “ she said“Well guess what it’s not a choice, your own father thinks it would be great if you just died and your uncle thinks you.