.”I could hear her crying on the line. I knew she was manipulating me. She always did this. But I couldn’t help it. She was my sister and I loved ...er despite her fucking up constantly and needing my help. Her useless piece of crap of a husband never done anything well and never kept a decent job to support her and his two daughters.“Alright, don’t worry. Dave to the rescue; again.”I took as much info as she could provide about where she was and I took off in my SUV. It was well after midnight. It felt wrong to think anything sexually when she was ill.She broke my thoughts with her words, “My husband is not home today and I feel quite unsafe. He told me he will be back home a little late in the night. Could you stay a bit until he comes back?”. “Sure, aunty. I have some work too. So I will bring my laptop here and start working”, I replied.I was quite ecstatic on the inside. I got my laptop, set it up in the hall while she rested in the bedroom.Time passed and she got a call from her. Her body and mine lying parallel. I placed my hand on her shoulder, she didn’t move. I slowly moved it down to her belly. She didn’t respond.i started to give her a pull. She turned around. We looked eachother in the eye. Then I locked my lips with her. She came along. We were making out for 10 mins. My tongue was deep in hers. Her hand moved down to my dick.I took her pallu offI took my shirt off. She was looking up at me. She got up and started unzipping my pants. My 8 inch cock was taken. The look on his face was harrowing. It wasn't hate, it wasn't rage really either, or at least not just that. It was more like determination. Whatever happened to him, whenever he got out of this, he was going to make you pay and he was going to enjoy it.Your mother senses your thoughts in the way only a parent can. "It's about him, isn't it?" She says, squeezing you tighter. You just nod your head without breaking the hug, sliding your cheek along the soft fabric of her top. You always feel so.