. Six year old son and one year old daughter.The house has two bed rooms..Kitchen..Bath and dinning.Bhai,sister and daughter in one room..Myself and t...e boy share the other room.My sister loves me very very much.Relentlessly, we share all conversations including bare confidentials. She takes care of children while help her in cleaning and cooking.Every day I prepare the boy for school and take the responsibility to leave him at bus stop and bring back from the point when he comes back.We are. She finished cooking and washed her face etc., and came to dining room and started putting food on the table. ‘Haan toh ab bataao kyaa kehe rahe the,’ she invited me to flirt. My cock had stood up and was lodged between her ass cheeks, I cupped her boobs from behind, kissed her cheeks again and said, ‘aap ki yeh itni moti moti……dekh kar toh…..”Inka kuch naam bhi hai’ she smilingly intercepted ‘Haan yeh itni moti moti choochiyan dekh har toh man karta hai ki inhe choosta hi rahun’ ‘dhat, wo toh. Then five. Then a dozen. The static begins to fade as we hear the sounds of a growing crowd. Citizens, police, E.M.T.’s, reporters. An entire scene unfolding and we barely hear it, like a radio station that won’t come in clearly. Out of the noise we pick out some things: there’s a girl on a building, she’s going to jump, she’s not going to jump, we don’t know. No one knows. Then in the midst of the confusion, a voice of reason in the form SAM RINEHART, a radio news correspondent. He’s trying. "Giovanni shook his head. "When I was a child - five, maybe six - I was already stroking myself daily. I fucked my first girl before I could cum even. When we came to the US, my parents took me to a Catholic church. I was an altar boy. I got jealous when I found out the priest was touching other boys. I made him fuck me! I told all the Fathers that if they touched any of the other boys, I'd tell the whole congregation." He smiled sadly. "For most boys, that memory would fill them with shame..