They were buddies.Now, he figured, he'd blown it."Uncle Bob!" came her strident voice.He turned, ready for her anger, but she surprised him."I'm sorry..." she said meekly. "There's this guy... and he makes me feel all... gooshy inside. And I wanted to make him notice me. So I... um... changed my outfit a little, because he's coming to the meet..." she trailed off."I should have known a boy was involved." he said. "But sweetie, you have to understand. This is a meet, and you want them to notice. She now carried another’s c***d inside her. Broken hearted, Brad turned to his best and truest friend, his sister...Becky tried to comfort her brother as best she could. Her tender comforting embrace suddenly flared his sorrow to anger and then to passionate lust. He tore off both their clothes and took her savagely! Becky never tried to stop her brother from using her for his cathartic release. She meekly took his anger and lust. She wrapped herself around him and tried to show him the love. ”“Slut” she quickly said. She hurried on because she knew it would be difficult to do what she knew she had to do. Taking a deep breath she said to him:“Look this has finally got to stop. All this dirty stuff. I just can’t continue to do it. You keep forcing me to...” Roger slapped her across the face.She gasped audibly, looked around wildly and noting with chagrin that the usher, that Chet, was watching their little balcony scene.Roger plunged on: “Shut the fuck up, you pig!” She was quiet. We had been computer lab partners all summer session. She was working on her graduate degree in Microbiology, which required a lot computer work, and I was brushing up on my data collection skills. I was always happy to share a few moments with her over a cup of coffee or maybe an occasional lunch.Kim was all excited because she just gotten a grant from a large medical laboratory to develop more precise automated methods to count live sperm cells in semen, for use in at sperm banks. " So, how.