I know that the pregnancy and actually giving birth hadn’t been to her liking. The idea of having three children had rapidly been removed from the m...ster plan once Otterley had been born, without much of a discussion with anyone, that I had been aware of anyway. —- —- —- —- —- —- —- I think that was the moment that I nearly broke, but I couldn’t very well laugh out loud, although looking back now, maybe I should have done. I couldn’t sit there listening to Marge’s crap anymore or I’m sure I. But the doctor had done his best work on my face. I was as beautiful asany twenty-one year old pin-up and I knew it.My hair was curled and piled high on my head as I slipped on the tinyred dress that barely covered the tops of my stockings. It was cutewith its spaghetti straps and it's deeply cut top revealing my lacy braand most of my creamy chest.I applied my makeup and gathered up my belongings. I had given all myflowers away. Heather had been sending bouquets at least four times aday and. .. the... ?” Pippa inquired now as she ordered.“Bangers and mash, and try not to undercook the bangers, please,” I encouraged our waiter, Eric, who gulped as he eyed Pippa, as if to say that she had his complete attention, and then rushed off to put in the order.“We both avoided the cliche fish and chips, I see. Not that they’re bad, but one can’t live on seafood alone and we Brits do have actual meals that extend to more than scones and crumpets and tea. I see that you’re aware of that, of. I slip my pants and boxers down to my ankles, and turn slightly, giving you a better view of my hard cock. I see you jump back a little, afraid i’ll see you. I do see you Sis, and I love it. Watch your big brother stroke his cock. My hand moving slowly up and down the shaft. You reach up to caress your breasts. Mmm yes, this turns you on too. I have to restrain myself from staring at you too closely in the mirror, afraid you’ll notice me watching you and cower back to your room. I don’t want.