So i opened my secret folder in mobile and showed her all pics. In those, there are pics of all poses, like kissing, pressing, fingering. On that day ... didn’t wear underwear as i washed all of mine. Just by seeing those pics and Aparna’s reaction, my cock made a tent in my shorts. She pointed to my tent and started laughing.Me: Why it is like that aunty?Aparna: May be because of pics.Me: No, i think (winked).Aparna: May be because of me (winked)Me: Who knows, it may be true.We both laughed. He pulls aside the curtain, enters and sits himself down. There's a fully equipped bar with crystal glasses,the best vestry wine, Fosters on tap, cigars and liqueur chocolates nearby, and on the wall a fine photographic display of buxom ladies who appear to have mislaid their garments.He hears a priest come in:"Father, forgive me for it's been a very long time since I've been to confession and I must admit that the confessional box is much more inviting than it used to be".The priest replies,. You hunky smarty pants smarty assed college man knows how to mind game the hotties, huh? Let's wash each other." It was if they proceeded to communicate with each other wordlessly in the way some lovers do. Using a soaking soaped up wash cloth to gently clean first his sister's sex and then her bung hole very much as he had when she was a little girl led to a litany of attentions of which the intention of sexual gratifications far outweighed those of personal hygiene. He very casually. Away from all the bullshit and drama of parents and college. He looked at his new abode... it would need a lot of work. But it was his. “Not yet,” he muttered to his own thoughts. He needed to christen the place. Make his mark. He slipped his hand over his jeans and rubbed. He was already half hard. He smiled as he stroked his length through the fabric. Pausing to take something out of his pocket…. his wallet and , from that, a condom. At the sight of it, he felt his dick grow fully hard..