She's DILF-material

Annabeth smiled as she noticed the door opening and her brother came into the room. "See? I knew you'd be all Tits and Ass."

Harold playfully slapped his sister. "Speak for yourself," he turned and pointed at the reflection in the mirror looking back at the two of them. "If we had only known that this was possible, what a waste of a life!"

Annabeth nodded and looked at her face from side to side, running her hand along the cheeks and then flashed a few smiles as she noticed the slight wispy gray streaks in her hair. "Well, I'm a bit older now but damn, if I were still me, I'd be all over this DILF bod." She flexed for show and Harold laughed, his body mannerisms were very feminine in appearance and as he stood next to his sister, the image of a couple emerged. "Damn, all those years..."

Harold nodded and placed a supporting hand around his sister's much larger waist, noticing how the act pressed his body against hers and the feeling of his breasts pressing against a man's arm did not dilute the fact that they, from outside anyway, appeared to be very much man and woman. "Remember, this is for the best, fuck those prigs."

Annabeth laughed a little before she turned and handed Harold the packet. "Speaking of prigs, at least the package came through. We got set up in a different city, house and jobs and all. That and..."

"...a couple of kids. That's okay," he found himself at ease with that decision. "We did select that we wouldn't be related but wanted to be, after all. Guess that makes me the wifey, huh?"

Annabeth laughed at that before she playfully slapped him on the ass and nearly lost it at the girlish squeak that came from her brother's mouth. "I'm DILF and you're hella MILF material, that's for sure." She then looked down at the packet. "Thank you...by the way...for letting me do this with you. I just.."

Harold turned around and lifted her head up until they were looking eye to eye, even though Annabeth was now over a foot taller than he was. "Listen, those lives are now behind us, okay? You're a very hot looking middle-aged man with a bright future ahead of HIM, okay?" He stepped forward, not sure where the sudden urge and desire to comfort his sister came from but he didn't bother thinking of it. "We're in this together, we always were. But there's no more Sandra...there's no more Jacob and Kylar and Michele. There's just you...and your name is...?"

Annabeth nodded slowly. "I chose David. David Lewiston."

Harold nodded. "There's just you, David. And there's me, Rebecca Lewiston." Harold stepped even closer and placed his hands around her waist and pressed his body against hers. "I'm your wife, David. I'm now your woman and you are now my man. Everything else is different, yes, but we're together." He lifted himself up slightly and kissed her on the lips, pressing his body against her. "Right now, let's get going home, okay? I don't want anything more to do with this place until we get back to our home."