‘Who’s the man with Dad’, I asked again, this time he just shrugged his shoulders. My brother was nine years old and I was four years his senior... developing fast, my boobs were clearly defined and my nipples stuck out from my chest like twin peaks, aided by the cold air inside the fridge, and these were his reason for not answering, he was staring at them.I opened my yogurt carton and dipped my spoon in, scooping out a spoonful and putting it provocatively into my full-lipped mouth, my brother. I went over him and started to give punches. My darlo came and caught hold of me. She said to the electrician to run away but he said, “we are like brothers…what’s wrong…ask him to beat”. He turned towards me and said, “I have to beat you because I love her as you do and we are having relationship for about 3 years”.My anger still not under my control I replied to him saying, “you asshole..you didn’t do that… this itself proves that you just treating her like a whore”. Then few more dialogs…my. She was engrossed in her book so I looked around at the view in front of us. The balcony had a brick partition to each side separating us from the neighboring balconies and a four-foot wall in front. We were on the top floor of the hotel and the view looked out on to parched ground and mountains billowing up before us like storm clouds. The heat shimmered on the ground like an old cine movie. Nothing moved. It was too hot!Just then, I heard a door sliding open on the balcony next to ours. I had. Plus, having her so close to me was making it difficult to resist her stunning figure. Especially since the sweet smell that seemed to always accompany her was back. It was now more intense than ever and filled my body with arousal. I knew I could not hold on much longer. I had to do something or else I would do something I would later regret. Do you mind if I remove my clothes! suddenly asked Nikki. I was so surprised by the incredible perversity of her question that I did not answer.