Allyson quickly took our room key with a terse thanks and walked off, leaving me to deal with the bags and a half-asleep Tessa. Bitch. Allyson and I a...e a year and a half apart. We had a relatively quiet childhood, we weren't close, but we got along pretty well. I never really cared for my sister though, and her for me. We were different with different worlds composed of different friends and different interests. But that all changed during puberty. I was constantly walking around with a raging. Under their tree, perhaps... Yes, he liked the thought of that. She’d be in her white dress. Looking radiant, like she had looked today. He recalled a few of the details he had committed to memory hours earlier and they fuelled his imagination. The way her dress hugged her body, the feel of her hand on his, the way her pupils dilated when their eyes met. His hand slipped slowly down the front of his open trousers. Traveled steadily down over the velvety skin of his swollen cock, which. I seriously was getting a hard-on. To get rid of that, I went into the bathroom and masturbated. I was thinking of sucking Nisha aunty’s nipples while masturbating. After that, I went to sleep in my room.Suddenly at around 3 am, I heard some noise. So I went into the hall. I saw Nisha aunty was smoking a cigarette. She was only wearing a bra and a panty. My dick stood up as soon as I saw her. She saw me too. I asked her whether she smokes without telling uncle. She said, “Sometimes at night, I. I rubbed her feet and her legs and her hands and her arms to bring warmth back to them. I turned out all the lights, save one small light on the chest. I closed the doors down the hallway so her children…your children…would not wake up and find their mother unable to function. I could not prevent what happened to her, but I could still protect them. Then I crawled under the blankets with her, though she protested. She didn’t have much fight left in her. I had to do it because I had to bring.