Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Forbidden Pride Ch.  01
Summary: An accident changes the family dynamic.
Keywords: inc,fic
   The beeping of the heart monitor wakes me, but when I open my eyes
everything is just a blur of colors.  A constant hum next to my head is the
only thing to focus on as reality slowly slides back into place.  Before my
vision clears I figure out that I'm in a hospital, and I'm too weak to
move. Toes and fingers tingle as I try and wiggle them as best I can, to
get any movement out of my extremities.
   "Welcome back to the living, Mr Ward." The voice is deep and masculine,
reassuringly calm.  Right before my eyes can focus a bright light blinds
me, first in my right eye, then the left.  Cold metal then touches my
chest, and if I had the strength to moan I would have.
   "Save your energy and rest.  You're lucky to be alive.  As soon as the
nurse takes a blood sample.  We will let your mom back in.  She's been
worried sick about you." Suddenly I know I'm alone again.  What energy I
have fades quickly, and my eyes close before anything really manages to
come into focus.  Soon the blackness of sleep takes me.
   I dream vividly in my sleep.  A dream of running endlessly across fields
of sparse grass dotted with twisted trees.  The dream becomes one of
lounging in the shade of one of those trees while a woman lays next to me,
her head resting in my lap.  She never turns her head toward me in my
dream, her long black hair hides her identity.  We are both nude and the
soft skin of her cheek sends tingles through my leg.  This is my woman.
   Then the dream skips again.  A strange young man comes at me, violence
in his eyes, a challenger.  I meet him head on while a gathering of
faceless people watch us intently.  As the battle commences we roll to the
ground, delivering blow after blow.  Somehow I wind up on top and without
hesitating sink my teeth into his neck, tearing away a chunk of flesh. 
Blood spurts against my chest and face as I look around at the watchers. 
My family.  I roar at them and the black haired woman emerges from the
crowd.  My family.  My woman.
   When I wake up my body feels full of life and energy.  Before I realize
where I am, I'm sitting up and looking around for the black haired woman
from my dream.  My eyes work perfectly now, finally seeing what I
understood as truth last time I woke up.  I am in a hospital, but I can't
for the life of me remember why.  All I can think about is the woman from
my dream, and the aching hard on I still have.
   "Morgan!  I'm here, baby." She embraces me from the side.  I freeze in
shock.  My own mother is holding me tightly and I can't fight of the
heightened state of arousal from my dream.  She smells like lavender on a
mid summer morning.  That thought slows my hot blood enough to be able to
turn and return the embrace.  The throbbing downstairs slows, but doesn't
go away entirely.
   "What happened?" I ask her, in a voice that sounds more like a cross
between a croak and a whisper than my usual voice.  I can't remember
anything.  My body aches like I've been in a car accident.  She breaks away
long enough for me to try and cover my crotch as she tries to answer.
   "There was an explosion in the lab at school," she says with her back to
me.  Her dark blonde curls bounce and her shoulders slump as she speaks,
giving away her attempt to hide her tears from me.  I remember the noise
and the light.  The ringing in my ears and the pain in my arm, which seems
to be alright now.  I remember trying to crawl out of the room, but the
smell, pungent and dizzying, overwhelmed me.
   "The doctors say you breathed something poisonous.  You were dead for a
few minutes, Morgan.  The EMTs revived you.  They saved your life." Tears
flow down her cheeks.  It's hard to think about what happened to me, but
harder to watch her cry.  Carefully I swing my legs over the edge of the
bed and on rubbery knees take the few steps over to her and hug her.
   "I'm okay now mom." I don't really think I am.  Taking two steps
exhausted my energy supply.  She stops crying though, and rest her hand on
my arms where they wrap around her shoulders and upper chest.  We stay that
way for a few minutes, embracing.
   "Morgan?" She finally says.
   "Yeah, mom?" I reply.  Still enjoying her peaceful smell and the
embrace. I hadn't seen her since winter break, months ago.
   "Your sorta poking my butt." Oh no, I am.  My hard on is stiff and
pressed against the ass of her jeans, and I realize it feels amazing.  She
stumbles as I push away, my embarrassment giving me extra strength.
   "I'm sorry." I'm not sure if I mean that I'm sorry it happened or sorry
that it felt felt so good.  I suddenly realize that the hospital gown isn't
tied and I'm presented with the very embarrassing prospect of my mom seeing
my covered, yet raging, hard on or my bare ass.  I chose the ass because I
haven't been rubbing it on her.  She laughs.
   "It's okay.  That things been standing at attention the whole time I've
been here.  Everyone's noticed it.  Some of the nurses even complimented
it." Mom is pretty when she laughs.  Her blush tells me that she is just as
embarrassed as I am, but trying to work with the helpless situation.  The
awkward silence is broken by the entrance of the doctor.  The tall skinny
man looks surprised to see me standing, but doesn't mention it as out of
the ordinary.
   "Mr Ward, there's some good news and bad news here.  The good news is
that we are releasing you today." The voice is the same as when i awoke
before, calm and reassuring.
   "We're going home, Morgan." Mom puts her hand on my shoulder as she says
it, the excitement easily heard in her voice.  I have more pressing
concerns.
   "What's the bad news?" I ask him.  He crinkles his face as if trying to
think of how to put it in lay and terms.
   "The poison is still in your blood.  It's not a lethal amount, but it's
increasing your blood flow.  Hence your constant erection.  The good news
there is that it isn't as much as, say a Viagra.  You do what young men do
a couple times a day, and if it is still a problem in a week, then go to
your primary physician for follow up tests." He takes a piece of paper from
the clipboard and passes it to me.  Turns out that is that; it's a patient
release form.  All it says is to get a lot of rest, drink a lot of liquids,
and take Tylenol for any headaches.
   I couldn't have made it if not for the fact that mom had become a
fitness nut after I left the house.  She looked years younger since I left
for college, and though I'm no small guy, she easily helps me into shorts
and a tee shirt.  She looks away red faced when she helps me get my shorts
on, even though the hospital gown covers everything except the tented
effect.  Eventually we manage to get dressed and wheeled out to the car.
   It's late in the evening by the time we hit the road and mom fills in
the blanks that I have questions about.  I had only been unconscious for
thirty hours or so.  Mom and my half sister Christine had flown out to the
shitty Midwest town I went to college in.  Chrissy had been at my dorm
gathering my belongings to take back home.  I have to admit surprise at
that.  Chrissy had been a wild child and left the house when she was
sixteen.  I was twelve at the time and barely saw her after.  I can't
remember the last quality time we had spent together.
   Soon enough we are at the hotel they had been staying at, and again mom
surprises me with her strength as I lean on her shoulder for support.  I
feel pathetic as I rely on the woman who raised me to get me up to the
hotel room.  At least it is a first floor room.  When the door opens
Chrissy jumps up out of the bed and quickly changes the channel.  Mom
doesn't say anything, but any college guy knows the sound of porn.  She
smiles at me with a surprisingly genuine smile and her face is definitely
flushed.
   "Morgan!" She says and rushes me.  Chrissy wraps her arms around me
tightly and while I return the hug, her full breasts crush into my chest
awakening the fire in my hard on.  It had started to subside, but the soft
roundness of her big breasts starts my blood flowing.
   "Chris, help him over to the bed.  I'm going to go find us a pizza." Mom
releases me into Chrissy's arms and she sags ever so slightly to bear my
weight.  She seems to be in a hurry to get away from us, and I can only
figure she must be starving.  Chrissy doesn't move as mom closes the door.
I wrap my arms around her and return the embrace, trying to ignore the
building pressure between us.
   "It's been awhile, sis." It's been four years.  I haven't seen her since
my graduation.
   "You smells good for a dead man." Chrissy sticks her nose into the base
of my neck under my chin and breathes deeply.  The sensation is strange and
unexpected form my long lost sister, but cool air rushing across the skin
of my chest and neck is electric.  There is no way I could be any harder
than I am now.
   "I stink.  Help me to a chair before I fall over." I tell her rather
than ask her.  I find this a strange thing for me to do, very unlike me.  I
take note that she does immediately react.  With a slight shift Chrissy
sets her shoulder under mine and we start the slow process of working
toward a chair in the corner of the room.
   "You got heavy.  Lay off the cafeteria food." I fall into the chair and
close my eyes.  How can I even be so weak and tired?  I feel her standing
there looking at me through my closed eyes.  The sensation from my body is
just a crazy mixture of tired sore muscles and the ache of the throbbing in
my pants.  I need to get off soon or it will start being painful.
   I open my eyes and find she is indeed staring at me, directly at my
crotch.  I haven't seen her in ages but she seems to be holding up well. 
Black hair falls into her face, hiding her eyes and her view of me.  She
bites her lip as she stares at my crotch.  When I look down I'm not very
impressed, but I do smell myself.  How could she think I smell good?  I
smell like I died and laid in a hospital bed for two days.
   "Chrissy, go fill the bath with hot water, please." Slowly, as if she
forgot I could speak, she raises her head till her dark blue eyes meet
mine. Heartbeats pass while we make eye contact, and then she finally nods.
   "Hot it is." She seems to be in a hurry to get away from me.  I close my
eyes, once the roar of the bath water comes rumbling out of the hotel
bathroom.
   I must doze off.  The next thing I know is the shaking of my shoulder
gently.  I open my eyes to mom looking down at me.  Her blue eyes seem
extra close in the large square framed glasses she always wears.  The smell
of pizza makes my stomach grumble and churn, but the ache in my crotch is
even more insistent.  I need privacy and I need it now.
   "Mushroom and pineapple, your favorite," mom says with a smile.  A pizza
box is open on the small square table at my side.  Chrissy now sits on the
edge of the bed with her own pizza box, deeply engrossed in a reality show
about pregnant high school girls.
   "Not yet mom.  I want to clean up." When I lean forward I feel a bit
recovered, but mom reaches out to help me stand.
   "Okay, baby.  Let's get you cleaned up." My legs feel much better after
my short nap and I barely need her help getting into the bathroom.  She
seems distant as she tests the water and nods approvingly.  Then she helps
me pull my shirt off.
   "Mom, I can take it from here." I gesture toward my obvious physical
predicament.  Suddenly, she looks much less distant.
   "None sense, I'm your mom.  You can barely walk.  I'm going to help you
get clean, then you can take care of that thing." Is it highly erotic to
watch your mom kneel at your feet in front of your hard cock?  It is for me
right now.
   I can't think of her as my mom.  What I see is an amazing, beautiful,
strong woman.  The angle of the sky blue tank top shows off an amazing view
of her shoulders and cleavage in the gaps of her curly blonde hair.  Her
breasts from this angle seem average in size, and my body reacts to the
view of her cleavage with a throb of my cock.  The tip of the tent in my
shorts twitches visibly just inches from my moms face and she continues to
stare at it without reacting.
   With slow, purposeful movements she reaches up to take the waist band of
my shorts in her hands from either side.  Slowly, she pulls my shorts down
with a peaceful, trance like, look on her face.  The waistband slides over
my bare ass.  It slides over my hips, but the elastic catches on my cock.
Breathing heavily, and with a face blank of any expression she starts to
pull the scrunched up nylon down, and my cock with it.  I feel every fiber
stroking my skin in my super sensitive state.  I'm barely holding back the
moan.
   A lot of things happen at once when she pulls the fabric past my head.
First thing I notice is her eyes get wide.  Then as her hands pull my
shorts down past my knees her cleavage bounces just right to see her entire
ripe breasts.  Her pink nipples on display, hard and at attention right in
front of my eyes.  Then as my cock bounces free the wickedly pleasureful
sensation of the last threads of the shorts whipping across the enflamed
and sensitive tip of my cock makes me explode.  One thick gob blasts it's
way lazily between us to land right between mom's breasts.  The thick white
goop splats and starts to run down her chests, pooling between her tits. 
The groan that comes from me is half animal and my knees shake violently.
   "That was..." Mom says.  She seemed to be unable to look away or finish
the sentence.
   "...spectacular.  That was a a lot of come, and she never even touched
you.  You're still rock hard too.  Look at that." Chrissy is standing in
the doorway, her eyes bugged out of her head and a crazy crooked smile on
her face.  Mom finally looks away from my still mostly hard and sensitive
cock.
   "Girl, think about how wrong what you just said is.  Close the door
before you leave." The glare is ice cold and daring, but Chrissy barely
even listens.
   "That was a porn quality come shot, little brother.  Have you always
been able to do that?" She looks at me so excitedly that I think she's
turned on.  Face flushed and eyes glinting, I suddenly remember she had
been watching porn when we arrived.  This is my sister when she's horny,
and she happens to be pretty sexy.  It's not a good idea to think like
that. I've only just gotten relief from the ache I've had in my pants for
hours.
   "Chrissy, this is really embarrassing to me.  If you're not going to
help, don't make me feel worse." Her face softens.  I can't explain how
I've been talking to Chrissy.  Firmly, I guess.  Yet, there seems to be
something passing between us.  Her face changes in front of my eyes.  What
I know was lust a moment ago is now understanding.  She simple nods,
smiles, and silently leaves, closing the door as she does.  Mom raises her
eyebrow at me, but says nothing about the interaction.
   The bath is both welcome and strange.  No words pass between my mom and
I as she helps me into the bath.  It's terribly embarrassing to need this
help, but I can't bring myself to care right now.  She stands at my side
supporting me, as I first lift one foot into the bath and then the other.
Heat soaks into my skin as mom helps me slide down into the clear water. 
The hotel room's bath tub seems big enough for two and I have to stop my
mind from wandering to her.  Thankfully mom decides to fill the silence.
   "There was a cute little Mexican girl at the hospital worried about you.
Is she your girlfriend?" I wish she was, but that isn't going to happen.
   "Abigail is my lab partner for the degree project," I explain weakly. 
The hot water turns my muscles limp, and I just want to sleep.  I fight to
sit up so that I can wash myself, but mom stops me from grabbing the soft
sponge she has sat on the edge of the tub.
   "No, Morgan.  Let me help." She swats my hand away.  Mom kneels at the
side of the tub and starts to reach for the sponge herself, but then bites
her lip a second before pulling her hand back.  She looks at me as if
daring me to question her as she grabs the bottom of her tank top and pulls
it completely off and throws it to the side.  My present from earlier is
starting to dry on her chest.
   "Mom?" Is this really my mother, Sharon Ward?  The pretty blonde haired
and blue eyed woman sticks her chest out at me proudly.  She has mentioned
her new workout regimen she's on, but I had never imagined my mom as the
firm tight bodied woman in front of me.  She had never been fat, but she
had never had those defined shoulders and abs.  The cream covered tits are
a perfect sized handful that sit firm and plum shaped on her chest, with
light pink nipples, staring to get hard.  I am well past hard again.
   "I don't have another shirt, so I need that one clean for the drive home
tomorrow.  I also thought you'd be more comfortable if you weren't the only
one exposed." The answer makes sense.  I don't want to make this situation
worse so I reserve any more comments.  Silently she gets to work soaping up
the sponge.
   There is an exotic eeriness to the bath.  I keep my eyes closed and try
not to remember that my mother and her grade A breasts is the one washing
me.  She seems to spend more time than necessary on my chest and neck. 
This sets off a strange tingle that helps me ignore the throbbing in my
rigid member.  It's as if she is activating new skin cells with every pass
of the sponge.  The feeling is forgotten as she leans in to wash my back.
Suddenly the swell of her soft breasts rubs against my arm.  Her nipples
drag ever so lightly on my arm and she gasps slightly.  After that, she
never accidentally touches me with her skin again.
   Eventually she works over my whole upper body while I lean forward.  The
heat and fresh scrubbing make my muscles tingle and feel alive.  With some
verbal prompting I lean back and extend my legs one at a time so she can
scrub them for me.  I keep my eyes closed as she does so, trying not to
deal with the fact that my topless mother is scrubbing me.  Her fabulous
tits are already covered in my seed.  She is running out of skin to scrub
that is not rock hard and aching for her touch.
   "Morgan?" She says softly.  When I open my eyes to see what she wants,
she meets my eyes and points toward my crotch with a hand covered in suds.
   "I'll take care of it.  It's okay mom," I say looking at it.  It stands
half out of the water pointing straight up.
   "I can.  If you want me to." She says.  This seems so out of place.
   "Do you want to?  Tell me the truth." I press her.  I don't ask
aggressively, keeping my tone neutral.  She takes about ten seconds to
answer.
   "I do.  I've been so horny since the first time I saw you yesterday. 
Even when you were unconscious I thought about stroking you." She reaches
out her hand slowly and her fingers wrap around my shaft.  The soap is more
than enough lubrication as she slowly goes up and down the length.  Every
time she gets to the head her fingers massage me in a gentle swirl, sending
shivers down my core.  I can't hold back the moan.
   "Shh.  Chrissy will hear us." Mom warns.  Her stroking becomes more
intense.  Her blue eyes sparkle as we lock gazes.
   "Touch yourself." I tell her.  She nods and reaches between her legs
with her free hand.  The zipper breaks the sounds of heavy breathing as she
undoes her pants.  Soon her eyes are closed as she concentrates on rubbing
herself in time to stroking my cock.  She bites her bottom lip as her
cheeks get more and more flushed.
   "I'm close," I warn her while my toes start to curl.  Her blue eyes open
and gaze at me in a hazy cloud of lust magnified in her glasses.
   "Come on mommy's tits again, baby." Her voice is deep and husky.  She
leans over the tubs edge as far as she can while still being able to rub
between her legs.  She points my throbbing member at her chest and strokes
even harder.
   "Ask nicely," I say through gritted teeth, holding it as long as I can.
The muscles in the small of my back are cramping, but I'm determined to
extend this dream come true.
   "Please, baby.  Come on my chest.  I can't finish until I feel your hot
load on my tits, baby.  Please, come for mommy." That does it.  Spray after
spray of hot, sticky goo sprays onto her chest, covering her tits and neck.
As soon as the first load hits her square between her tits, her eyes roll
into the back of her head.  Mom's pretty features contort into a mask of
pleasure behind her big square glasses.  After twitching for about thirty
seconds, she slumps forward, but smiles at me.
   "I love you, mom." I say to her and sit up in the tub.  My mostly
deflated member sliding out of her limp hand.
   "I love you, too.  We have to keep this a secret from Pete and Chrissy."
I find that my body seems stronger now than earlier.  As if the release
energized me.  It only with a bit of a wobble that I stand up in the tub.
   "Then you need to stop being so noisy.  I bet Chrissy has been listening
the whole time." An unusual confidence bolsters me while I step past my
mother, still kneeling on the floor.  She eyes my flaccid member when I
walk past her.
   "You're a naughty boy." Is all she says.  She leans forward to use a
hand to get her feet under her.  While I wrestle my shorts on, mom drains
the bath water and starts to peel off her jeans.
   "And tired.  Goodnight, mom." I look behind me as I leave to find her
now peeling off her panties.  Not only did my mom just jerk me off, she
came with me.  And now she's just flashing me her bare ass while I leave.
What is going on?
   When I get out of the bathroom into the large main room with both beds,
Chrissy smiles at me.  While mom and I were busy, Chrissy has lost her
pants.  Her tee shirt is long enough to come midway down her thigh, but a
lot of her shapely legs are visible.  I guess she took my suggestion to
help seriously because she's already pulled the blankets down on the
closest bed and gestures for me to climb in.  I am not questioning it and
silently crawl into the space.
   The sound of running water comes out of the bathroom again and I know
mom is in the shower.  Chrissy crawls under the blankets with me.  She
snuggles up to me and lays her head on my chest and her arm around my body.
Chrissy smells good, like vanilla and cinnamon at the same time.  I fall
asleep wondering how she can smell so strongly of dessert.
   At first my sleep is just blackness and a depth of rest I've never
known, but eventually I dream again.  It starts with me and the black
haired woman again.  Her face is still hidden from my view.  We have
travelled a great distance together, and now we are back home.  Dream
terrain seems to instantly change from following her through the wilderness
to being in an old village.  People I've never seen before greet us like
old friends as she leads me to a hut on the outskirts of the others that I
know is our home.  She turns to me to say my name, and for the first time I
see the face of my dream woman.  It's Chrissy.  Her lips, Chrissy's lips,
mouth my name, Morgan.
   "Morgan, wake up." The voice starts to pull me out of my deep sleep, but
the tickling on my chest does more to draw my attention.  I moan as I get
my eyes open, and the feeling on my chest intensifies.
   "Mom out getting a bigger rental and supplies for the ride home.  She
said to get you ready." Chrissy sits on the edge of the bed and has already
thrown the blankets off of me.  Her blue eyes sparkle playfully as she
trails a fingernail lightly over my chest.  It's like she knows how
sensitive my chest is.  The stiffness in my shorts is back with a ferocity.
   "Okay, Chrissy.  I need to use the bathroom." I don't finish the
statement with the whole truth, that I have to go jerk off because she's
driving me wild between the dream and the way her finger trails over my now
super sensitive chest.  She stands up from the bed as I swingy legs over
the side and sit up.  I feel three times better than I did yesterday. 
Barely any muscles ache outside of the one standing at attention in my
shorts.
   "Wait, Morgan.  Mom told me about your problem, and I want to help." The
Chrissy I remember was all fire and brimstone, constantly fighting with mom
and our step father Pete.  Now though, she appears as submissive a girl as
I've ever seen.  Still wearing just her long tee shirt and panties, she
slowly drops to her knees in front of me.  There's a moment where she looks
up into my eyes and we both know this is really happening.  When she pulls
her shirt off over her head, she reveals a matching red bra and panty set
with just enough lace to tease me with a view of her soft large nipples. 
This isn't the time to tease.
   "The bra too," I tell her with a voice so firm I surprise myself.  She
nods silently and with a practiced action reaches behind her back to
unclasp her bra.  Her tits are wonderfully firm and at least twice as big
as moms.
   "Do you like them?" She asks me.  Then she presses them together and up
toward me, presenting her round soft flesh to me.
   "A dream come true," I tell her honestly.  I've never been very
confident sexually, and I don't know if it's her submissiveness, the fact
that I've been dreaming about her, or what happened with mom last night,
but this is a new me.  To be honest, it might be a combo of all three.  I
pull my shorts down as I stand in front of her, my hardness barely an inch
away from her face and oozing pre come.  Chrissy slowly and sensually licks
her soft lips.
   "Suck it," I order her, and without any hesitation she does just that.
She wraps her lips around my head and starts to suck softly, flicking her
tongue across the hole every few seconds as she does.  I have no idea how I
hold on through the assault of my senses, but I manage not to come during
her first enervating assault.
   After a few minutes she starts to run her hands up and down my bare
legs. Her mouth starts to take more and more of me until she needs to open
up her throat to get in the last inch.  I can't believe how good she is at
it.  Slowly, she builds speed, in and out.  Her hands eventually find her
way to my ass and work to push me into her mouth with every stroke.
   When I start to get close some kind of animal awakens inside me.  My
fingers seem to work on their own accord and grasp her hair.  With her hair
in my hands I start to really fuck her mouth and throat.  Chrissy starts to
gag, but her hands on my ass keep urging me to fuck her face.  A tremor
starts in my legs and works its way up to my crotch and with one sudden
last thrust I come down my half sister's throat.  Even though I let go of
her hair she keeps sucking on me till I'm completely soft.
   "That was amazing.  I can't wait to fuck your brains out when we get
home," she finally says after cleaning me off.  Her hands start down
between her legs rubbing herself.
   "Mom's back." She is parked just outside of the hotel room now,
rearranging things in the car.
   "Oh, god.  I need to come." Her eyes roll back into her head in
pleasure, but we are on the edge of being caught.  I'm not sure what mom
would think about it, but I don't want to risk the future of what's
happening with my dream girl at my feet.
   "Chrissy stop.  Save it till we get home." She does stop touching
herself, but doesn't move from her position at my feet.  A look of extreme
disappointment crosses her sexy face.
   "But..." She starts to say.  The new dominant side of me doesn't want to
play this game.
   "Get up.  Get dressed before mom catches us.  Think about how I'm going
to fuck you stupid when we get home and I promise you will come like you
never have before." I don't know how I can promise that.  If the blow job
is any indication, Chrissy has much more experience than I do.  When I
reach my hand down to her to help her up, she smiles at me softly and takes
my hand.  We wind up standing there face to face, me in my gym shorts and
Chrissy is just in her red panties.  I kiss her hard and fiercely.  Our
tongues only dance on enough for me to taste my self in her mouth.
   "You're so bad," she tells me when the kiss breaks off.  My body feels
amazingly recovered from yesterday, live with energy as I gather my tee
shirt and wrestle it on.  Chrissy has gathered her clothes and heads to the
bathroom to get herself together when one last idea strikes me.
   "Leave the bra off." Again, some new part of me is speaking to her. 
It's not a request or a suggestion.  It is an order to my woman.  She
glances back at me long enough to nod in acceptance and then enters the
bathroom, closes the door behind her.  My mind races with dirty thoughts
and fantasies of both Chrissy and my mom.  After getting shoes on, I go see
if mom needs any help outside while we wait for my dreamy half sister to
join us.
   to be continued....
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Forbidden Pride Ch 01