They were each older than me and further along or even beyond puberty.So, as I began to really appreciate boobs and such, it was readily apparent that... my three sisters had them and not only had them, they were pretty nice.Lori and Anna, twins, fraternal, actually, were three years older than me and, of course, had the nicest bodies. I would see them around in nighties and such and, in summer, wearing bikinis that got smaller every year, it seemed.All of us were blonds, natural blonds, for Mom. Setting it on his knobby knees, the old man began to remember. From the beginning. ********************************* Bridget O’Brien was sitting in a bar in Arlington, Virginia. The calendar on the wall said 1989 – no one had bothered to change it for five years, then. There was a man singing on the small stage, his voice wizened beyond his years by whiskey and cigarettes. He was singing the cheesier of the Irish ballads, Americans would rather hear of Molly Malone and her cockles and mussels. This got me wondering again if maybe I was missing something, so I decided to try tasting my own jiz.However, after I came, this desire was no longer there, and I just wiped my sticky cum from my hand.I could never admit this sick fantasy to my wife, as I'm sure it would disgust her.Our relationship is really quite good, with lot's of sex, though it never gets too wild. No kinky stuff, she is very opposed to porn of any kind, so I could never show her books or pictures as a hint.Then one night. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what Frank was trying to tell me. I wasn't brain dead of course so it was obvious that whatever was in the package concerned Candy as well as Marlene and it was equally obvious that Frank didn't think I was going to be happy with what was in the package. His comment about an open marriage and AIDS gave me a hint of why he and Marlene split, but I had the utmost trust in Candy.The next two days dragged. Thursday morning a package arrived at my office. I.