“UNCLE DAN!!” Brad cried out. They greeted each other with a firm handshake, manly hug and slaps on the shoulder. Dan instantly noticed the resemb...ance of Brad to him.“Good god Karen, what have you been feeding this boy?!” He asked of his obvious physique. “I’m six foot and have to slightly look up to him.”“I’m six foot two and weigh 180,” he proudly announced.“Holy shit Brad, have you ever grown, and you’re only fifteen?” Dan exclaimed, looking over his solid, muscular frame.Brad’s lengthened. That helps make us a lot less broke, even though we weren’t broke in the first place, Mom and Dad being big fans of life insurance.Some of that money furnished our new apartment. We’re comfortable. We have good neighbors with something in common – each household has a connection with 3Sigma. The linchpin, of course, is Beck and Sim Weismann. Sim’s an Auburn professor. Beck’s the head of administration at 3Sigma. And they’re the parents of Rachel who can turn my little brother into a tongue-tied. Seeing her in that time my dick started to b erected. I told her that I am going to toilet. I masturbated thinking her and threw my cum in the sink. When I opened the door I was amazed to see her she was reading the story which I was reading in the computer. Now, I was unable to think what to do. So I immediately went near the computer and shut it down.She asked me what it was as if she didn’t know n I told noting she asked again n again but I didn’t reply. So she opened the computer n looked. . flickered. Briefly. Less than a minute, I’d say. Maker’s hairy arse, Sierra, what happened to you?” His tone sounded so frightened, so desperate, I wanted nothing but to hold him until the fear subsided.I thought over my ordeal, wondering where to even start, when a few of the more horrific details I’d apparently been repressing made themselves known again. “Avanna,” I gasped, tears gathering in my eyes. “Faren!” The tears began to overflow, and I buried my face back in his neck.“Avanna?” He.