After he dressed up, he came close to me, being the strong man that he is, helped me sit up, carried me in his arms and took me into the bathtub. I di...n’t look at his face. The water was warm as he slowly placed me into the bathing tub. He also brought in a glass of milk for me to drink and consoled a crying weeping me to relax and rest for as long as I wanted.He walked out and I was left alone in the tub to contemplate. I dozed off for hours in the tub because of exhaustion when I heard. Unlike most brother and sisters that I know Farhan and I are very close. I consider him my best friend, we are always teasing, chasing each other around the house and wrestling as hard as I try I can never get the best of him, but he is a good sport and lets me think I have a chance. A couple of years ago I started to look at my brother more as a man than a brother and I think he saw me as more than just a sister. I noticed Farhans hand? Accidentally? Brushing against my breasts more often,. His dark features hinted at a Mediterranean look of olive skin like that of someone from Italy. He had long black hair that fell just above his shoulders and his muscles were toned, not like a body builder but that of an athlete. The tempo of the song slowed to a smooth sensual sound. They pressed their bodies against each other. He moved behind her and she began to grind her smooth firm ass against his crotch. As the music played the friction and heat between them increased. He leaned down and. It wasn't unusual for her to get home around 8:00 pm during the week and her husband worked on the weekends so she was hardly home then. "May I play with my toy tonight?" she asked."Not tonight" I replied. "Maybe in the morning. My wife will be heading out early and I'd like to hear you stuffing your cunt" I told her."Yes sir" she replied."I'll text you later and let you know when." We hung up and I started trying to figure out what I could dream up to create some free time from my wife. Up to.