“Is Michael her ‘real brother?’” I asked.“No,” was the surprisingly short response, “But she did have a brother, well I should say ... s...e does have a brother!”Both Karen and Matt looked at me while Karen made that remark.“NO!” I said starting to cry my eyes out, “I didn’t marry my own blood sister? Did I?”They both were crying as Matt handed me the documents that supported what’d been said.Stephanie was enraged – “Why did you wait until we were almost in our sixties, with four children and. For instance, just how strong was he when the effects of the drugs he took wore off? For all I knew, the times he tried to attack us he may have really been ‘juiced up’. Maybe Butch was indeed much more powerful than his dad. After all, we didn’t find any needles or vials anywhere amongst Butch’s things. On second thought, he could also have just taken them with him.You see, I’m not much of a gambler by nature. With so many unknowns, how could I be sure what tack to take? In some ways, I felt. . i mean MY dildo, the other rhythmically stroking from mound down to the shaft, I began rising and falling on that cock (which my mind was gratefully allowing me to believe was yours). I pumped constantly until the entire the entire 10" were covered with my cream; cream that has been building up (thanks to you), for months now. My senses were entirely encapsulated in the reverie, my body lurching forward and my face landing on yours, on the pillow. I could see the look on your face up close. Almost just as quickly, he came inside of me. He pulled out and I expected him to try to run back upstairs, but he stuck two fingers inside of me, letting some of his cum drip into the toilet and then pushed his dick inside of me again. He started fucking me fast and hard again, but this time seemed to be unable to cum extremely quickly.After a few minutes of this impromptu fucking, two people came into the bathroom. The first guy saw us, snickered to himself and used the urinal. The second guy.