”He thought for a moment and then continued. “Back in Europe, as I recall, Lutheran pastors are still commonly known as priests and are sometimes ...called ‘Father’ out of respect. But here in this country, those titles and a lot of other traditions were ditched a long time ago because they sounded too Roman Catholic to other Protestants.”Josie raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Okay, now that seems like a really dumb reason to do anything.”He chuckled at her observation. “Spoken like a good Roman. ”“Really.” I was doubtful. And suddenly intensely dry-mouthed, too. And I was still leaving. I was. Good as gone.“Really really,” he assured me.Silence.“So?” he prompted.“I-“ My voice dried up and I cleared my throat, embarrassed about the situation for no good reason. After all, we were both adults (one more so than the other), we’d never cross paths again after tonight (if I had any say in it) and nothing at all had happened yet.I mean, nothing had happened, scratch the ‘yet’. Nothing would. David laughed as Cathy hurried into the house, turning towards the back of the car he tried to unobtrusively adjust his jeans to ease the pressure on his cock which had quickly grown hard at the sight of his gorgeous sister's naked body. Having re-arranged his erection he started to unload the bags and boxes that filled the back of the car, he was joined a few moments later by Cathy who was now dressed in a pair of shorts and a cropped top."What else have you been buying?" Wait and see, come on. They were so gorgeous. I saw him take the box and pour cereal in his bowl; he had a little bit more than I did. He began to pour milk into his bowl and said jokingly, "So you liked brown balls, huh?" I laughed and replied, "Oh, you know it." As I was sitting there, I kept wondering why hadn't he brought up about last night. I knew he saw me. This is the perfect moment to say something. I calmed myself and realized maybe he didn't see me, maybe I could get away with what happened. "Well let's.