You remember the part in my story My Sister and I where I mention for another story. About my sisters friends brother and I. Here it is.
It had been a number of years since the bedroom thing that him and I had seen each other. We had both gotten older and were both married. Found out we were living in the same town down near Ann Arbor, Michigan. We had run into each other in the bar one night. Back when I used to drink. We agreed to get together one day and shoot the bull. About old times and how both our lives had changed since then.
The came that we had agreed to meet. I had given him my address and invited him over. He showed up a little late but was no problem. I was laid off from work so had all the time in the world. Wife was working days.
I opened the door and let him in. We sat and talked about how he had gotten a job with a local company and had moved to the town we now lived in. That he had gotten married and now had two children. Said his time was pretty occupied but did get to get sometime to himself.
I told him that I to had gotten a job but down near Willow Run Airport at General Motors. That I had been living with the woman I was now married to down in Ypsilanti. We got married and decided to buy a house and found one where we were now living for a good price. Loved it as there was a small lake just down the street. Loved to fish.
We talked for a few hours than he said he had to get back home. I told him that my wife would be home soon and I would be getting dinner ready soon. I did the cooking being she worked all day and I was home doing nothing. We agreed to hang out more often now that we lived in the same town and getting together would be easier.
We got together a few times after that and decided to get together one night and have a few drinks. He picked me up at my house and we went to the local bar where we both have been before. Nice little bar with reasonably priced drinks and one of the best bar burgers around. After a few drinks and games of pool we decided to ride around a bit. He had a one of those cars that people call boats. Huge with a full bench seat in front.
We had not spoken about that time with our sisters until now. He brought it up and asked me.
"Do you remember that time in your bedroom with our sisters?"
I said "Yes" "I think about often." "Do You?"
He said, "Yes. I do think about it a lot." "Do you remember the time you wanted me to come with you to the preachers house so he could watch us jack each other off?"
This is something that had happened around the same time as the time with our sisters. It only happened once. I had been jacking off the preacher for a couple summers when I would do his yard work. He wanted to know if I had a friend he could watch me with.
I said, "Yes, I remember." "Why?"
