It was 6:30 am. Weird, I normally woke up at 7:00. Next to my clock on my nightstand was a family photo. I was a bastard child with a stepmom and a st...psister. My dad married a few years ago and they had been living with us ever since.My stepmother Mary was an attractive 32-year-old woman, who had one daughter from a teenage pregnancy and I was pretty sure was a gold digger, though I had nothing to back it up. It was just a feeling. She married my dad when she was 25 and he was 38. That was 8. Her panties came off at a fasterpace, soon landing at the other end of the room.Tamara was naked now, but there was nothing sensual about it as shechucked open the door to the fridge, poured herself a glass of milk andcollapsed onto the couch. It tasted heavenly as she got out the remoteand switched on the news for a quick break.There she sat, chugging milk and cooling down deep into the night. Sheheard the sound of light shuffling and turned her head."Sorry, Red. I just got in. Just need a. Your legs and arms were also quite muscly from carrying kegs, milk buckets and hay bales. You had short, wild and black hair, lighly tanned skin and didn't really seem to have any signs of a beard, but the most outstanding detail were your heterochromatic eyes, one eye was grey and the other eye had a greenish yellow color.Your appearance also helped scare off certain boys off your younger sibligs, whenever they got picked on. Your little brother and sister always had other children pick on. We travelled the 20 minute journey to the shoot location in my old car with Sharon sitting next to me and Claire becoming a distraction in my rear view mirror. Throughout the journey both girls flirted with me, Claire being the main culprit. At the location, a municipal park with secluded woods at the furthest point from the car park, the flirting carried on whilst we carried our respective bags towards the grassy area just short of the woods. With a couple of test shots taken to check light.