I’ve always known, but, try as I might, I couldn’t love you other than as a brother, I’m sorry.’ I looked at her, shocked. I had really thoug...t she didn’t know how I felt. ‘Mel, I’m sorry too.’ I held her hands. ‘I should have said something, and then you wouldn’t have had to pretend…’ I faltered as her blue eyes began to water. ‘No, don’t cry. This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, don’t let me ruin it.’ ‘You don’t hate me, or Pete?’ ‘I’ll never be able to hate you, and Pete is. I spotted a bag I recognized as hers and snatched it from the belt. "Which is the other one?"Cindy lifted up on her toes and watched the chute. "That one," she said as an old, red, hard-sided Samsonite case landed with a thud."This bag must date from the seventies," I said as I plucked it from the belt. "Heavy, too." It was my mom's," she replied and we hiked to the parking structure. I popped the trunk and we deposited her luggage inside.Cindy sat in the passenger seat. I headed out of the lot. "When Bobby tells you he did something with me, you can believe it from now on, Shari." She reached over and pulled the sheet from her son's lower body, exposing his cock and balls. "Just look at that! Bobby has a hard on, Shari."Shari and Joyce gazed at Bobby's upstanding cock, his prickhead very swollen and dripping. He cupped his balls in his hand and fondled them, looking very pleased with his hard cock.His sister reached out and took hold of his prick, stroking her fist up and down his. ”Antoinette and her sheriff walked down into the subway tunnels of her city. It had been some time since she had walked these tunnels herself. Not since during the purge had she run their lengths, hunting and killing the bishops, searching high and low for Lucas so she could rip his insides out through his mouth. But the labyrinth of tunnels had grown into its own city for its size; and the city had cockroaches.Not the Nosferatu, they were not the insects that plagued the undercity. Poor.