Henry grabbed my hand and took me to the living room. It was big and spacious and looked like it had the works of an expensive interior designer all o...er! I was trying not to look overwhelmed and intimidated but I think by the look on their faces I was failing miserably. “You have a very nice house!” I blurted. Helene smiled and said thank you while Henry asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I said no, but he disappeared into another division and came back with a bottle of champagne. He. “Sure sis,” he said with a chuckle but remember you owe me one.”He stepped back and stooped to pick up the wet bath towel.“You wont be needing this,” he said with another chuckle. “After all I’ve seen it all now.”Now free from his arms I broke loose and made a dash for my room. Once the door slammed behind me I could let my fuzzy brain take stock, my body still buzzed from his touch. Despite his unwanted attentions my body seemed to want more, much more.Somewhere in the far distance a clock. I sipped the tea, mulling over my sister's thoughts. Almost on cue, my son slowly slipped down the stairs wearing a pair of boxers and a sleepy grin. His cropped auburn hair showed that he'd just come from bed, messy and uneven despite its short length. Anxiety threatened to boil into my thoughts, my stomach turning over, as I realized what I'd done with my son. I'd been his first woman. I'd let my own son fuck my pussy."Morning..." I said, my throat tight."Hey..." he said, glancing at my face. Ek din jab mummy ne mujhe kuch saman chachi ke ghar dene bola,tho me uske ghar gaya,ghar gaya tha waha koi nahi tha,woh nighty peheni hui thi,tho maine baaki gharwalo ke liye pucha,jab malum pada ki ghar me koi nahi he tho mene moke ka faida uthya aur uski tarrif kardi,aur phir chachi ne kaha ki aajkal tu bahut chalak ho gaya he aur bahut bolta he,tab maine phir bola jab itni sunder ladki samane hogi tho apne aap he taarrif muh se niklege.Maine phir pucha aap ghar me akele kya kar rahe ho tho.