Mom told me that Dad had looked at the house on an aerial survey map on the Internet, so they know it’s a mansion of sorts, and they want to see it....I don’t know what they think is going on because I couldn’t afford a house like this.”Pam said in a matter of fact tone, “So, do you want us to vacate so you can keep up your virginal façade with your parents?” She eventually laughed at the thought.“I can’t ask you to do that? I ... I could put them up at my condo.”I said, “But then they’d wonder. I retrieved the baby bottle from the refrigerator. It was half-full.“What’s in this?” he demanded.“My piss, Sir,” I replied.“Drink it shithead…hurry up…toss it down.”I unscrewed the nipple head on the bottle and drank the rest of the refrigerated piss.He pulled the empty bottle from my hand.A fast order: “Get on your knees, open my zipper and pull out my cock, then aim it into the bottle slut-face.”Everything was happening so fast…I still didn’t know how to address this man, and here I was. That is not a sex story, it’s true incidents with small amendments in dialogs. Please mail your comments and feelings to id: “”.I will continue the remaining in this, as I told my sister and me are very close and live together in same room. After my sister mature(puberty) she refused to mom on moving to 3 bedroom flat, and she told that she will adjust with me in that room itself. So one fine day I am in deep sleep, and I heard some sound and got wake up and saw, that is my sister and she is. Inside there was a large foyer loaded with pricey adornments and art work. Some of these things I’d seen in a required art class I’d taken. Some stuff was, I learned latter, made just for her. She took me upstairs and led me to my room. It was larger than my mom’s apartment. She left me to unpack and said to meet her later on the patio. Aftera shower I put on a clean T-shirt and shorts. I was in CA, so I threw on some shades. Aunt Marsha was sitting on a chase lounge talking.