"Elise, sweetheart! What are you doing in town?" I exclaimed - delighted with the surprise."Duh! There's this guy that turns fifty and we're here for ...is birthday," she replied. "And how do you know we're in town by the way?" Duh yourself" I replied. "You are in the lobby of my building, or you wouldn't know about Laura. Anyway, who is 'we'? Is Jess there too?" I asked."Yes, she is," Elise replied. "Now, who is..."I broke in. "What about Jonathan?" Jonathan is Jessica's, or Jess as we call her,. Mai kabhi bhi apne behno ko buri nazar nai dekha lekin jab se maine incest stories iss par padhi to meri ruchi meri behno me badne lagi.Bath kuch 6 mahine pehle ki hai jab mere mama expire hogaye the. Mama ka ghar humare ghar se kuch aadhe ghante ki doori pe hai. To mummy, Daddy aur naziya mama ke ghar chale gaye. Shaziya college gayi huwi thi to mai usse pick karne chala gaya. College se aate waqt maine use bataya ki humare mama expire hogaye hain to wo bohot rone lagi. Hum humare gahr. ’ She sat at the table while I brewed her a coffee, a proper coffee from my espresso machine, that was one of my few indulgences. ‘I’m impressed.’ She commented after her first sip. ‘This is nice coffee.’ I was almost going to question her thinking that I’d serve her rubbish coffee, but discretion got the better of me. ‘Thank you, I hate ordinary coffee, so I have this machine that I can programme to make it the way that I like it. I was hoping that it was the way that you like it as well.’. Like me she’s tall. She’s kept her figure well, and is blonde at the moment. She’s had a succession of lovers since dad died, but nothing’s ever lasted for more than a few months. She lives about thirty minutes drive from our home near Sheffield. The up side of all this is that she was available to mind the k**s when they were younger, and good for sleepovers which they do once a month. The bad news is that she thinks our house is an extension of hers. And our lives, for that matter.“Lincoln.