I wanted to defend my brother, but I also didn’t want to turn my back on my mother when I just received a gift from her. This situation was growing ...n emotion. Hatred, anger and disdain screamed out in the room.“Don’t you dare talk to your grandmother like that!” my mom snapped. This was the hypocrisy of my mom’s side of the family. They could spit on you, but if you stand up for yourself, you are immediately stigmatized and criminalized. They are a prideful, yet ignorant family.“Shut up,. ”“No problem Mom, have a good trip!” I repliedShe left. I turned to David and asked if he wanted to watch some T.V. He said yes so he started watching basketball while I started making dinner.I always loved Dave, he wasn’t the typical annoying little brother. Because of the age difference between us there wasn’t much fighting that went on when we were little, but there also wasn’t much talking either. I always thought of him kind of as a cute little baby. His chubby body and rosy cheeks just. They were good facts, contented ones after the months of terrible loneliness and guilt, and she could only hope that they would last and that the questions she had just posed to herself would be resolved favorably. Now that she had tasted happiness again, the thought of returning to Chicago, of living alone in that tiny apartment there, were more frightening and depressing than ever.Bette sighed and slipped out of the cool bed, padding naked across the bedroom, her taut, firmly rounded buttocks. Mandy got as close to me as she could and she could feel my raging hard cock poking against her. "Oh, I see he's ready for tonight." she said as she giggled.Mandy's nipples were hard little protruding bumps and I gently massaged her ass cheeks as we swayed to the music. I kissed her neck and earlobe and whispered in her ear that I wanted to make love to her!Mandy moaned softly as my hands kneaded her firm ass cheeks. "My pussy is sooo wet and I can';t wait to feel you insdie me!" she said.