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“Baby…, I’m going to track down a cup of coffee and talk to the nurses for a bit…” You tell Heather, knowing she would be grateful for a little alone time with Timmy to tell him how she really feels but like would never ask herself.

She looks up at you and forces a smile, nodding her head. “I wouldn’t mind a cup either mommy.” 

You smile at her and return her nod. “Sure sweetie…, take care of your brother…” You lean down and kiss his cheek then walk over to Heather to give her a kiss as well. You’re about to just give her a peck on the cheek but she turns and looks up at you and you end up kissing her lips and allow yours to linger for a few moments while caressing her soft cheek. Eventually you pull away still staring into Heather’s eyes. “I love you so much baby… so much….” 

“I love you too mama….”

You head to the door and close it quietly, unable to resist watching Heather for a few moments through the crack in the door. She leans up and over Timmy as the hand on his chest starts wondering lower under the covers as she starts to his cheek and neck, whispering unheard words of love and devotion into her ear. The scene draws you into yet another memory, one from your more distant past, a memory shared between you and your little brother. 

With the door finally shut your press yourself against the wall in the deserted hall way and close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the memory. Your brother Marcus had slipped into your room late one night at the age of 7, just after you had gotten down feeding Jake. He was laying in his crib next to the bed and you were only wearing a robe which you where completely naked under when he mustered all his courage and asked to see your boobs. He was so sweet, so loving and there were very few people on the planet you loved more then him. There was no way you could refuse his request. Without give and verbal answer you simply pulled the tie loose, allowing the robe to fall open and expose your huge milk filled tits to your beloved little brother.

He stared for what seemed like hours at them, a noticeable lump forming in his pjs as he bit his lip nervously. “Do you want to touch them….” You offered in a whisper. Like you, he offered no response other then to start walking towards and eventually bring his small, shaking hands to your breast and starts fondling them earning a lusty moan from his big sister. It wasn’t long before he had one of your large nipples in his mouth, sucking it for all he was worth and you were forced to start rubbing your pussy. 
But, eventually that wasn’t enough and your grabbed him by the hips and pulled him between your legs so you could grind that hard lump against your throbbing cunny. Your adorable little brother gifted you three powerful climaxes that night and you have spent a life time since wishing you would have just pushed PJ bottoms down and taken his boyhood into your cunt. With out even realizing it you have slipped a hand under your sweatshirt and started squeezing your breast. You finally catch yourself and bang your head lightly against the wall, your eyes still tightly shut. ''God, you are such a slut Stacy…'' You think to yourself. ''Your son is in a fucking coma and all you can think about is how empty your pussy feels right now.''

“Are you an angel?” A sweet voice calls out from the deserted hallway. You open your eyes to see a boy of 6 or 7 sitting up in hospital bed staring at you making you wonder how long he had been watching you and why you hadn’t noticed him when you walked out.

“Oh, you’re so sweet…” You whisper to him as you walk across the hallway, leaning against the door frame of his room. “But no baby…, I’m not an angel….” You tell him, unable to suppress a giggle. ''Not with the thoughts that have been going through my head over the last half hour…,'' you think to yourself.

“Oh, Sorry. It’s just… You’re so pretty….” He says smiling.

It’s not lost on you how much he looks like Marcus. He’s maybe just a little bit younger but his endearing smile and gorgeous blue eyes along with his bold head reminds you a great deal of your dearly departed brother. You even find yourself wondering if it’s really just coincidence given where your mind was just at. “Actually…, I think you might be the angel sweetie.” Despite your compliment the smile on his face fades. “Sweetie…, what is it…”

The little boy shakes his head. “It’s stupid.” He finally looks back up at you. “It’s just, I have cancer and I heard some of the other kids talking that some times angels visit sick kids to grant wishes.” You had heard similar stories being shared among the patients when your little brother was hospitalized so you nod your head reassuringly.
“That’s not stupid at all sweetie…” You tell him with a smile but can’t hold back your curiosity. “And if I were an angel what would your wish be?” 

Some of the smile return to his face along with a shy blush. “Well…” He whispers. “I mean…, your so pretty and I have never seen…, you know a girl’s boobs before… So, I guess I..., my wish would be to see yours.” He finally manages to fumble out. You manage to hide your shock at his request pretty well but inside you are practically screaming considering what you were thinking only moments ago and how hot it was getting you. Now this adorable little boy is making the exact request you were basically reliving.

[[Family Ties/Grant the little boy’s wish.|Grant the little boy’s wish.]]

[[Family Ties/Get out of there before you end up fucking this little boy.|Get out of there before you end up fucking this little boy.]]

{{Template:FTTemplate
|Name=Stacy
|Age=31
|Gender=Female
|Class=Slut
|Lust=Timmy 10<br>Heather 9<br>Jessie 7<br>Jake 4<br>Steven 2
|Experience=Had many partners<br>Participated in incest<br>Been with underaged boys<br>Explored bi-sexuality
|Fertile=Ovulating
|Part1=Tits
|Part1A=DD cups
|Part2= Pubic hair
|Part2A= None
|Horny=7 Horny
|Mate=Steven
|Notes=You know Heather took Timmy's virginity and Timmy took Jessie's.<br>Timmy ran away and was kidnapped.<Br> He was recently recovered, injured and in a coma. }}


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