Even then he was a big boy, in fact my mother used to call him that, 'My Big Boy', little did either I, my dad, or him for that matter, know what she ...eally meant, I mean a boy with an eight inch cock, would make any mother proud.I lay in the darkness of our bedroom pretending to sleep. It was a hot Summer that year, and at 03:00 hours in the morning it was humid, so we both lay with the covers down, my brother was nude, so I could see him as my eyes were accustomed to the dark, and there was. I was now dying to feel my aunty’s breasts and then aunty asked me in a mischievous voice ‘Apon, tor ki ai dutu k chuste issa korse na?’, I immediate put my mouth upon her breast. My hand almost trembled with excitement as my hand went inside her saree. By now we both were feeling less inhibited. Now we both knew that we wanted each other. Aunty also was beginning to feel impatient. Quickly she unbuttoned my shirt. . My whole body tingled as the stroking went on. It felt incredibly nice.. " She handed me a glass of water and I did as I wastold. "Now get in the shower."I opened my mouth to protest, but there was an unusually determined lookon her face - and I was out of other options at this point. So I got intothe narrow cubicle and turned on the water. I reached for my usual soap,but Kristina gave me a different bottle of lotion to use. It produced afloral-scented foam, with which I liberally coated my torso. I was aboutto rinse it off, but my girlfriend stopped me. "You need. Our parents found out about us when I was eighteen and a senior in high school. We screwed up. Just once, but we screwed up.On a school night, Eric came into my room and we made love a couple of times and we stroked each other and we talked quietly until we both fell fast asleep. Apparently, I forgot to set my alarm for the next day and Eric never got up and went back into his own room. In the morning, his alarm was ringing and ringing but we were dead to the world.My mom heard the alarm.