There is virtually no sex in this story. Your comments, good or bad, are always welcome. Chapter 5: The Fan I was nine years old the summer my father ...oved us from Philadelphia to the nearby suburb of Ardmore. After many years as a secondary school teacher in Philadelphia, Papa had landed his first administrative position in the Lower Merion School district. For all of my short life my father had worked two jobs. After his teaching day was over he worked another seven hours with United Parcel.. ”“Do you have any?” her voice was filled with a soft humor.He shook his head, running a hand through his short brown hair, his eyes sweeping down her sports bra and shorts. Damn, she looked really good. He was pretty sure she’d taken up Pilates or something, although he’d made it a point to avoid knowing what she got up to the last few months.He wished he could take back the last year, reset it back to when he could be the only one to run his hand into her hair, situate himself between her legs. Rani and I laughed.Priya cried childishly(which was so cute) and spread whole of her cake on my face. My face was filled with chocolate. I acted like I became a fool.Priya laughed out loud and ran. I took a piece and ran after her. She screamed on the way.Me: That’s it Priya…I’m gonna give you a nice pretty facial.I chased her to the terrace and I got her by her hand there. I pulled her to me and pushed her to the wall. Her body was glued to mine. I could smell her fragrance and it was killing. I gathered bit of courage and used to touch her when she used to be sleep and even press her small tits to my knowledge she used to be awake and enjoy while pretending to be asleep… It carried on for few months before I came to know my sis would be going to live in hostel my dreams of fucking her shattered as I know I would rarely able to get her now..Even by now I started to go to colleague and I had dated few girls some of her friends… well one of her friend which I didn’t liked particularly.