“You know I will always be there for you. What did the doctor say?”She looked up at me and blurted out. “The doctor said I am not your sister!...��I stared at her trying to figure out what she meant. “You are adopted?” I had seen pictures of mom when she was pregnant so I didn’t think this was the case but you hear stories of kids finding that out.She looked down at her feet. “No, we are related but I am not your sister.” She took a deep breath and blurted out. “I'm your brother!”Now I was. The recent episode had been fun, exciting and heady, but it did little to quench her desire for gripping arousal and orgasmic release. Swinging down, the young teenager strode to the picnic table. She lay on one of the benches, stretched fully out under the hot sun, letting the slight breeze toy with the hem of her skirt.Maybe, she daydreamed, some horny guy might see her there and decide to rape her soundly.Meanwhile, under that same blazing sun, her BFF Christine slouched in the passenger. I was so fucking happy that i just fucking hugged the shit out of her, almost dropping the large water pipe. I filled it up with some cherry smirnoff and packed a bowl, and i mean i fucking PACKED it. i probably used two grams right there. She got greens and i got dueces. Were stoned off our asses. She went to her room to get a. Usually it made me quite uncomfortable to be looked at so intensely, but this guy was so good looking and seemed to be so nice, it didn't bother me at all. I found myself walking with a bit more of a swing to my hips, knowing that he was watching me."By the way, my name is Chris, " he said as I reached himI offered my hand to him. "Hi, Chris. Nice to meet you; my name's Wendy."He smiled. "Just like the restaurant, huh? Are you 'hot and juicy' too?"It was an old joke that I've heard on countless.