We had talked over the phone several times, but our words were always coloured by nervous excitement and gentle teasing. My mouth was so dry, I could ...ot be sure whether I sounded like me or not. This wasn’t fair. Meeting people was supposed to be easy, not this tortuous game of truth or consequences. My earlier resolve crumbled. Now we were face to face, I could not leave without telling him who I was. I stood up and held out my hand. ‘Hello, Mike.’ I gulped air into tortured lungs. ‘Thank. He teased me a lot, which made me like him even more. My mom got mad at him when he called me jailbait, tho. Then once when she went to the store, he gave me some whiskey and told me not to say anything to her. I drank it and fantasized about him and me being married, but of course that was silly. Then, the night we did it, him and Mom were drinking a lot. We were all watching some movie and they were cuddling on the couch. I begged her for a glass of wine, but she wasn't budging. Then "Butch". One wasn't quite long enough, but by using two together, overlapped, we were able to make it work just right. Dad lightly taped the end over my upper arm, and we were set.We thought a bath might be best, but then Dad said "You know what? I need a shower too, so why don't we just get in together. You can wash most of yourself and I'll get what you can't. And I don't have to worry about getting wet anyway."So that's what we did. Now Dad is 6'3", and also pretty athletic. At 37 he wasn't in tip. After couple of days when we were alone at her house I asked her Me: Priya how did you feel when I kissed you? I know she don’t have any boyfriends and I was the first man to kiss her.Sis: bhaiya please don’t talk about that.Me: I am asking you because I feel like kissing you again. I went and sat near her and took her face in my hand and started kissing her.She was responding positively. I slowly touched her boobs with my hand. Her boobs were so tender and her nipples were stiff. I started.