”“I liked it. I’m glad you did too, Virgo.”“What?”“Wait… Why would I call you that?”“Uh… It’s her nickname for me.”“Are y...ou serious?” He asks. His voice is laced with incredulity, but I can tell that he knows I was telling him truth.“I am.”“So then, that’s a whole new sort of weird.”“Uh-huh.” He nods dopily, but I can’t blame him for his sheepishly befuddled demeanor. I share it.“You okay?” I ask him.“I think so. This is all just so strange.”“That’s good. I was just thinking that I could. We hugged. At 35, my half-sister was a good ten years older than me. ` was the “accident” that had resulted in my step mom marrying another man at the tender age of nineteen.She’d never been pretty, but what she lacked for in looks she more than made up for in smarts. Anamika was a lawyer, and married. Her husband hadn’t come because he had to work. “So you’re the mother of these brats, eh?” I grinned. She sighed. “So it seems. I sometimes wonder.” “They sure have grown.” “You’re telling me!. I'm sure John Rambo would have believed her!It was the last weekend before the school started when my aunty and Beth surprised us. They had bought us a night in a hotel and they would take care of Lily for the night. So, we had our late honeymoon night in a hotel suite, just Marie and I - and the breast pump. We might have been tired, but we were even more horny.Marie had been almost religious with her workouts, and during her last visit, the doctor she must have given her some hints, too. She. I'll let you know when.'Then she straightened, dropped her towel, and bunching it up, she walked slowly away from me, her bare ass rolling sexily.I was breathless, looking forward to that particular assignation eagerly.I went and had my shower, my erection drawing my hands more than the rest of my body. But I didn't masturbate, though. I knew that if I waited, if I had patience, all good things would very soon be coming my way!The girls had their door closed, and putting my ear against the.