Emma smiled; wouldn't it be a wouldn't thing for Tim to finally meet his family?

She smiled as she typed his name in to the search bar on the site; she went through the list of his family, only to stop.

He was her older half-brother.

Her mind blanked out; she couldn't tell Tim this, right?

Would that make her a bad girlfriend or a bad sister?

She gulped; she didn't want him to hate her or for them to break up; they were engaged for Pete's sake!

Emma couldn't help but watch for signs of them being related: a shared trait perhaps?

May be Tim would notice if given a certain amount of time to notice.

What if this destroyed their relationship or their friends found out?

How come Emma's mother hadn't noticed that that was her son?

"What's wrong, Emma?" Tim sighed; he was an observer after alll, and knew Emma well.

"Nothing!" She squeaked out, blushing.

"Emma." He sighed.

"We are half-siblings!" She finally admitted.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tim wondered.

"I didn't want you to break up with me." Emma muttered finally.

"I wouldn't. We aren't fully related, and you were my girlfriend before I knew you were my half-sister." Tim told her.

She beamed, and kissed him; so what if society frowned on it?