Mother, sisters, my brother and his wife and my dad — yes — even my father, all put the pressure on me to take the cheating whore back. Phone call...after phone call; visit after visit the litany was always the same:"She loves, she made a mistake, you are both young and you can survive this, she knows she was wrong and she regrets it. Forgive her, give her a chance" and on and on and on.I didn't buy it and things became strained between my family and me. I stopped getting invitations to family. She looked up to the taller woman, but then her awe melted away and an ironic smile curled her lips."What's to say about Anna?" she asked, shrugging. "I am just a boring hausfrau, a mother and an overworked Human Resources manager at a shipping company. I fight for my share of respect in a macho men's world." Angique shook her head, frowning."No," she said, breathing the word. "No. Tell me about Anna." She held the woman's eyes until Anna's lashes fluttered and her throat jumped,. “It’s called growing up big brother.” she said and walked back to her suitcase, bending over and making her shorts so tight, that I could see the shape of her pussy lips. My own shorts were definitely getting tighter as my dick grew harder at the sight of her. I walked forward and grabbed the suitcase from her, needing something to do before ogling my step-sister. What the fuck is wrong with me? She’s my step-sister, I’ve always thought she was cute.. But college had been good to her, turning. . I was younger when ... When I first met Sir Timothy," She began and then her voice firmed up as she looked to where Sharon was standing, tears were in her eyes as well as she thought back to those times."He saw something in me, and he invited me to stay here at Alpha 3 with my friends. At first we thought it was a bit of a joke, people playing at being soldiers..." She waited for a reaction and then she carried on. "But it wasn't a joke! After a while I trained with many of you, learning what.