"I don't know why you looked away like that; guilt I expect. Guilty because you watched me fuck that guy at the wedding last night; guilty because you...watched me masturbate while you hid in the bougainvillea. But probably mostly guilty because you are fucking our mother!" she smirked up at me.She closed her legs and sipped her wine.I was speechless; I just stared at her; my mouth agape."I know you fucked her in the back of my car on the way home; you think I'm stupid! And then you went to her. She always hug me when I go to home. It has been like that for 3 years. sister had 3 girls friends from school. They all were Indian like us. Those girls were very flirty. They seen my sister hugging me so they too started to hug me when ever they come home.We all get along fine. I had no intention to do any thing with my s*s or her friends.But when s*s hug me hard I get the feeling in my cock. Few times when s*shug me from front the other girl hug me from the back. Girl from backpulled me hard. Next, he had been left in a cold cell with a thin mattress and an equally thin blanket. The next morning, he was whisked in front of some poncy magistrate who had remanded him in custody until he could be brought before a Youth Court on Tuesday. His mother came to see him on Saturday afternoon but the selfish bitch had just told him he had got was coming to him."Who was she to fuckin' talk?" he thought. "She's up to 'er eyeballs most of the time. I might even drop 'er in it. Serve 'er fuckin'. The closet was filledwith dresses and blouses of every style and color. There was even a CoralCreek High School cheerleader's uniform.How is this possible, he thought, then quickly remembered the photographer.Didn't she say something about bringing out the inner beauty? Now it was allstarting to make sense. She told him that his mother would soon have hissenior photos. Little did he know that her plan was to change his body tomatch the photos that had been sent to his house.Realizing that he.