Sister fears incest
I drove home around six that Friday and I saw Jenna’s car parked in front of my apartment. She had a key to my place and she visited regularly. She was watching a talk show as I walked in. “Hey Brad, I got us pizza, beer and some of your cinnamon buns, hope you hadn’t prepared anything else for tonight.” I lived alone since my wife had left, a year ago now. As fate would have it, Jenna had lost her husband in a car accident barely a month after my wife moved out so Sis and I had suddenly … Read more