Atiya: Lol. What do you mean?Myself: I mean what I said..Your assets are huge and beautiful.Atiya: Ohh my God. Do you realize you are talking to your ...ister? (she said it whilst smiling).Looking at her last few days’ behavior and smile, I was fairly sure that I have a good chance of getting Atiya in my bed, but I will need to work and insist, so I said –Myself: Baji, sorry. But I just said the truth. Is there any chance..Atiya: Any chance of what?Myself: Nothing, Baji. But I am just thinking. I need to touch her! I needed to touch her right now! I fumbled through the next few minutes knowing that I WAS going to touch her. I asked her if she wanted to walk around a bit and she said yes. We stood and started walking to the bridge. I reached out and grabbed her hand and she interlaced her fingers in mine. It was amazing. We walked and talked, but we could not make complete thoughts, as we were only thinking about our hands touching and the electricity that was running through them. I. So we started talking back and forth about fucking various girls and all that talk got my 9inch cock rock hard and it was very noticeable since all i was wearing was some basketball shorts. He looked and said wow your pretty big there and i said thanks. I told him that i was still fucking horny as hell and needed some release. At this point he came and sat right next to me and asked could he see my dick and i said sure. so i pulled down my shorts a lil and pulled out my hard dick. He looked. Heather had just arrived home from college and wasn’t real sure what to do with herself for three months. “Doing what?” she asked.“Oh, last night, when your dad came home from the coop board meeting, he said they were looking for someone to help Carol run the elevator during harvest,” her mom explained.Heather closed her eyes. Her dad had been a board member for the local farmers cooperative for ten years. He had come home bearing this message no less than ten years in a row. They were.