Besides, you and I both know that I’m only your half-sister, right?” Carly admitted to me, much to my shock.“What the fuck again?” I asked Car...y, truly staggered by this.“Mom cheated on Dad, repeatedly, with this turkey named Kyle Latham. You know the type. Boston Brahmin. Lots of money. Give Mom credit for good taste in adulterous paramours, at least, but, yeah, he’s my biological father, not Dad. I know because one of the few things that the IRS didn’t get was her diary. I know all of her. " I was waiting to tell you until I could be sure that you wouldn't get a swelled head," Helen teased. She felt comfortable in the little barb because she knew that George had never suffered from that condition.George remembered how the old man wasn't so gruff once a person spent some time with him. He would let down his formidable exterior after he had a chance to size up a man. If you passed, he was your friend and nothing could ever change that. He turned out to be a model grandfather. He. I could see her high raised nipples getting harder. Suddenly I realized she was looking at my well-raised cock, which was quite visible down the towel. She again smiled and went out of the room. Her nice round ass was quite visible. I was sure that she was not wearing any undergarments. It was my chance; I came out of my room and went straight into my brother’s room. Bhabi was lying there on the bed with her back to my side reading a girl magazine. Her dress was not in a good position. I could. Sandhiya was openly speaking of sex with me for the first time. She continued to speak for a bit while and then she suggested we sleep. To release the wave of shock from my head I agreed and each of moved to his room, but I couldn’t sleep the devil was playing with my mind.Since the first day I saw Mrs. Sandhiya I was attracted to her body, she was almost my height, with few extra pounds and curves around the stomach area. Medium length hair and tits that where round but a bit sagging. Her ass.