We sat and talked on my couch for a while, sharing interest and what not."So, what's tmy about you having a huge dick? I remember you telling me that,... she asked, catching me off guard. She started edging her way closer to me as i sat back in my sweatpants and t-shirt."I see you were just waiting to ask me that, huh?" I laughed, "Well, it's all here.."She moved right up against me with her huge breast squishing against my chest. Her hand ran slowly down my right leg, where she gave the outline. For her check up and all was fine with her pregnancy that was one good news and that evening Mustaq himself had then told me that she is now in the 3rd month of pregnancy, saying mabrook mabrook (Congratulations) to him, we had celebrated that day as he talked about the developments etc. at his place in Phils. And how he managed to settle things which were going out of his hand with his sons in laws, then in Laila’s absence he whispered to me that his wife went bonkers when he casually. “It was an innocent kiss,” protested her uncle, “there was nothing incestuous about that.”“That thing in your trousers isn’t innocent,” she said boldly, “I felt it press into me.”“It’s not a thing, it’s and erection and you can’t tell me that you’ve never felt one before.”“Of course I haven’t,” the flustered child blushed more deeply.“You really are innocent aren’t you?”“I may not have felt one but I know what it is and what it’s for.”“So what’s you problem?”“Men of your age aren’t meant to. ”Nod.“What do you do?”“I ask you what you mean.”Here it was. The moment of truth. My sister had stopped fidgeting in her seat—whether that meant her arousal had faded or if she was just trying to conceal it from hypothetical me, I didn’t know, but I hoped that it would still have an influence over her actions.“I explain that it hurts when I touch it. What do you say?”“Oh!”My sister practically yelped in surprise, by far the loudest she’d ever been in one of our sessions. Thank goodness Mom.