She couldn't. She was suddenly very aroused; her nipples hardened even further. She wanted - no, needed - a closer look at that big penis. She studied... biology and anatomy in her program at school, and she'd seen quite a few cocks in her life, but this was decidedly different. "Show me," she said."What?" he said, confused and holding the towel in front of himself."Show me your penis. I want to see your penis," she said, not even thinking about what she was saying. This was her little brother -. " she said, hesitating. "What's wrong with having me a willing sex slave?" she asked quietly. "Isn't that why we started the game in the first place?" "Lilly, I didn't marry a sex slave." he pointed out. "I married a beautiful, vibrant lady with an imgination that rivals mine. If I had wanted a sex slave to obey my every whim, I would have chosen Mary Edwards instead. She was a Delta Pi a year behind you, remember?" "I remember her." Lilly said. "Little blonde with the big rack?" "That's. Since Hailey had to be both mother and father to Tim, she tried to make his life as normal as possible. She signed him up for local sports leagues and cub scouts to find what would best hold his interest and provide him interaction with other children. It was during these times he asked about his father. Hailey tried to keep a civil tongue whenever she spoke of the man whose sperm created the child she loved more than life itself, but often she’d just change the subject in lieu of saying. I guess Peggy’s death that became the precipitous event that led me to finally accept the truth —there are no such things as a way-back machine.And so it went until finally, I retired from the working world. Unlike my parents, my own wife had made our trial separation permanent. Our daughter and son had since married, inconveniently moving to opposite ends of the country —daughter living in Boston while my son headed to Phoenix with his mother. Thus I found myself. after all the years, stuck.