Series: Charlie's Naked Proposal

Rising Sun Commune, West Virginia, July 2007"We've got some masks Charley...for tonight... the Poole's got them for us," mom called from inside the cabin. I was standing naked on the porch looking down at my sister below. Surreptitiously filming Isabel from above as she shampooed her beautiful long hair. She was standing knee deep in the gently flowing creek and her naked, eighteen year old body seemed to glisten as the setting sun lit up the beads of water that were dancing all around her head. My cock, still sticky from Sophie, was half full and swinging between my legs, pointing downward at what it clearly wanted."CHARLEY!" mom admonished when she came out through the door and saw what I was doing."Well, we do need a film record of this weekend... Sophie's only going to get married once ma...its part of our family history," I answered without hesitation as I turned towards her. Mom had a white towel around her waist and another one around her just shampooed hair. Her breasts,

June 14th 2007, the Woodman house, on Philadelphia's Main Lone, "We're not going and that's final!" my father announced from the end of the table.Since mom, my little sister and I had been talking about Obama and McCain for the last twenty minutes dad's interjection didn't make a whole lot of sense. Mind you he'd been looking pretty pissed off all through dinner. In fact he had been for the last couple of days I realized as I looked up at his scowling countenance."Not at the dinner table dear," mom cautioned her husband. "We'll talk about it later."I looked up quizzically at my sister across the table. Her quick shrug of the shoulders indicated she was in the dark as much as I was."We're not going where dad?" I finally probed."Please Charlie, not while we're eating," mom said as she gave me a quick, cross look. Watching dad's face I could see all the warning signs of an immanent explosion. Dad wasn't that quick to anger usually but when he finally did he was as likely as not to