As i go to walk to the front one more thing catches my attention, theres an open window. "jackpot". i put my hands on the sill and pull myself up and ...n, its dark as shit inside, looks like i was right it was empty. i pulled out my phone to use the camera flash as a light and started scanning the house, i dont even know what the fuck im looking for. this is crazy as shit. im in the kitchen tryin not to touch anything i dont wanna leave finger prints.. i found 5 bucks on the table.."mine now".. I hurrily left house and came back when he left. I planned to give my brother the greatest gift, that’s MYSELF. At first I was hesitating and feeling guilty for thinking in such way about my own brother. But I was desperate. 4/5 days later my husband went to visit his parents, what he does 2/3 times every month. I called my brother to come and stay with us as there was none to guard us. I arranged his bed with me. He was saying no (I knew why) and was interested in sleeping in the guest room.. Their footsteps continued all the way to the washroom, whereupon I turned and saw Nydia standing there to face me.“I’m pregnant. I’m having your baby, Mark. So is Mom! We’re both pregnant by you!” Nydia smiled suddenly and watched while I pissed, not feeling embarrassed by the scene at all.I washed my hands and then put my arms around Nydia to kiss her sweet lips. I felt her hands roaming my ass and I eagerly returned the favor. The next thing that I knew, we were in the stall and the movie was. Lizzie had been born in 1860, and her mother had died early. Her father remarried. Lizzie and her older sister never got along with their stepmother. Bitter arguments had ensued over the money their father spent at the behest of his new wife.The end result was, in 1892, both the stepmother, and the father had been killed. The elder sister had been out of the house, elsewhere. Her story had been confirmed. She was in the clear.No, everyone had decided that Lizzie had in fact committed this.