I couldclearly see a very pretty pair of panties, a thong to be exact. Theyweren't boxers or tighty whities for sure."Rick wished a hole would open up...and swallow him. He started to gasp forair and his heart hammered inside his chest. His career here wasfinished; they probably wouldn't even give him a reference. For Rick,embarrassment and humiliation now seemed a way of life.Rhona saw his distress. "Calm down Rick, I don't care what you wear, solong as it doesn't interfere with your work here.. That was certainly part of the deal and because this was to take place in her bedroom when we had the house to ourselves, I thought it was bound to lead to other things.So after a long, incredibly frustrating period of kissing and feeling, up against a wall with my middle finger inside her and my tongue racing around her mouth like a child in a playground, it was time for some adult action.She made me wait a minute before opening the door and when I was permitted to enter she led me into the. Seeing us BIL’s hand on my shoulder walking as if a drunkard is walking our Rickshaw driver brought the rickshaw at the gate and I tried to push BIL in and at the time I had his first touch.His hands came from behind and as I was standing out with my buttocks bent I had his cock just bumping on my buttocks as if he was trying to help me or to feel me.We sat in the rickshaw and BIL was telling me “sorry darling todha jayda hogi”. He tried to kiss me here and there.“Tu dar mat mein abhi bhi hoosh. We had a roof over our heads and fortunately never starved, but my parents worked their arses off in menial jobs to give my brother and me a reasonable education and stability in our daily existence.At the time of my story, my brother was in his final school year, one he enjoyed so much that he was compelled to do it twice. Although Nate was two years older than me we now found ourselves a year apart at school, with me in my penultimate year.I had adored my brother. He had always been my hero.