It s wrong to fuck your brother
It had all paid off. The seemingly endless hours of swimming laps and months of eating like a rabbit. As much as Megan hated running two miles every morning before week and every evening it was worth looking like she did at eighteen again. The sweat and tears were worth the narrow waist and slim stomach she had. She'd worked hard all spring and now if she flexed you could see the faintest outline of her abs. The last few pounds hadn't quite fallen off her ass but most guys seemed to like her...