Talk Dirty To Me Brother
I peeped through her window many times when we were in high school. She was older than me by a year and a half. My sister Diana. She had been married four times since we grew up and lived our lives. I’m fifty-five now. We call each other all the time, though we only live twenty miles apart. We talk about the gossip, the best TV shows, just anything a brother and sister would talk about. We tell jokes, dirty and otherwise. Nothing too amazing about our relationship.Her husband had recently...
Incest