Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry. I think I've had enough sun for today. What about you, Steph."

"Yeah, I guess so. It's too bad Justin wasn't here today."

Both girls rose from their lounges, gathered their towels and lotion and started for the house. "Stephie."

"Um hmm?"

"It's a good thing I'm not into girls, or I'd jump you in a heartbeat. With that body I don't see where Justin could get tired of you!"

Stephanie blushed and stopped for Rosemary to catch up to her before slipping an arm around her waist and hugging her. "Thanks, Rosie. I guess I'm my own worst critic."

And that's the way I saw them when they opened the patio door and stepped into the kitchen, just before they both shrieked and tried uselessly to cover themselves with their towels.

"Justin! What are you doing home?" demanded Rosemary. "And how long have you been here?"

I stood from my seat at the table, from whence I'd been watching the girls for the last five minutes. "Oh, just a few minutes. Just long enough to enjoy the view for a bit."

Stephie started giggling. "I can see you were enjoying it!" She slowly lowered her towel, letting me see the crinkled little buds of her nipples contracting in the air conditioning. "You should have come out and joined us! You nearly frightened me to death! We didn't think anyone was home."

I just gave her a grin. "You two looked like you were talking about something serious, and I didn't want to disturb you. Besides, I had a perfect seat to enjoy the view."

Rosemary came over to me and gave me a hug. "You said you had something big to tell me about the house. What's up?"

"I'll have to tell you later. We're all getting together with Grandpa Wednesday night to discuss things. It's good, but I just can't say what right now until we work on it some more. Sorry."

Steph had move up behind me, and she lifted my tee shirt enough to place her breasts against my skin, and then wrapped her arms around me in a big hug. "I've really missed you, Justin. I'm glad you are home. Rosie and I were just getting ready to get a shower and get this suntan stuff off. I sense you could use one, too. Maybe you would like to join us?"

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A very nervous Michael drove into the Collinses' driveway and parked. Tom was working on an old Austin Healy "Bugeye" Sprite he was restoring in his garage. Tom looked up and saw it was Michael, and gave him a wave before ducking back beneath the bonnet to finish installing the new sparkplugs and wires. With a deep breath Michael got out of his Escalade and walked slowly into the garage.

"Hi, there, Michael. With the womenfolk gone today I actually had some peace and quiet for a change and got to work on my toy. How did things go up at the house in Scottsdale?"

"Actually, they went quite well. I really like the place and think it has a lot of promise. In fact, that is part of the reason I am here, and please pardon my appearance. I came directly here from Justin's house without going to clean up first. To be honest, I hoped to have a chance to talk with you before the women get home, if you have a few minutes."

Tom tightened the last plug with a grunt, connected the wire, then stepped back and looked at Michael thoughtfully. "Would you like to come in and have a seat? Glass of water, or juice?"

"Water would go really well right now. Thank you."

"Come on ahead, then." Tom closed the bonnet carefully. "We can fire this thing up a bit later and see how she runs." Michael followed him into the house, and to the mud room, where Tom cleaned the grease from his hands carefully before going on into the kitchen. "Made the mistake one time of washing my hands in the kitchen sink after working on the car. Won't make that mistake again!" Michael laughed at the expression on Tom's face and he sat down on a stool by the breakfast bar as Tom grabbed a couple of glasses and added ice and water.

"What's on your mind, Son? Do you need help with something?"

"No, everything is OK." Michael looked down at his hands, and then at the ring he was drawing on the countertop with his glass before taking a deep breath and looking back up at Tom. "Sir, I know this is soon, and it probably isn't the way you planned it, but I would like to ask your permission to ask Susie to marry me." Tom's eyebrows rose, and Michael hurried to add, "I don't ask this because we have to get married, it is nothing of the sort! I love your daughter. I have thought I was in love in the past, and learned better, but this is totally different. I'm in a position to care for her, and I will be sure she gets to go to college. She knows nothing of this, and will be as surprised as I am sure you were."