“Mark, the DNA of your body is different from the DNA of your semen. You are likely to be a Chimera.”Mark stared at Old Steeple Fingers; we all st...red at Old Steeple Fingers.“In medical terms, unused fetal material from your mother’s pregnancy with your brother, has been absorbed by you during your own gestation. Unfortunately it is your genitalia that contains your brother’s DNA.” For a moment Old Steeple Fingers had his audience stunned.“I’ve been screwing my wife with my brother’s dick!”. The massage and fingering under the blanket with the limitation of traveling in the seat of the bus, having a constant fear of getting caught by the few other relatives sitting on other seats… all mixed up to provide the best and most exciting situation for us…. Now she had had her orgasm and wished to sleep and so she attached the back of her head to the window of the seat and put her feet in my lap, lying horizontally on the seat…. My hands were again busy with her feet in my lap…. But his over-cautiousness stirred suspicion in my mind. I lay indifferent to his hand, pretending deep sleep. Soon my doubt became truth. A minute later his hand moved cautiously to creep up my belly and cover a large soft orb of my 34″ breasts.I was indecisive for sometime. Confident of my deep sleep bhaiya was gently fondling my young virgin breast, massaging it over my clothes, squeezing the tender flesh. I was not sure whether to stop him and scold him for the evil things he was doing to. We went tomy room where mom sat on the bed watching as I slipped on the bra,stuffing my birdseed breast forms, one into each cup.The padded pantybrief was next, followed by the pantyhose, slip, skirt,and lastly, the blouse. The skirt was at mid thigh on me while theblouse, open to just above my bra, gave me a sexy if young look. Istepped into the low heels and stood in front of the mirror so see how Ilooked. I had never managed to look that good! My makeup didn't lookcaked on, while the skirt.