One day I called Shantha and told her to give me oil massage, which she usually does for me. I was wearing a black blouse and white petticoat. Shanta ...as a talkative woman. She took some oil and started to apply on my hands. She requested me to remove my blouse and I told her to do so. She removed my blouse and I was wearing a black lacy bra inside. My shape is 38-30-40. Isn’t that a good shape? Shanta was staring at my breast as never before. I said, what happened Shantha, why are you staring. I'm gonna go have a shower now. Thanks for dinner mum." I smiled at my parents, cleared my plate and went upstairs to get ready for bed.I had a stressful day, studying for exams and finishing work, I had never been one to stick to deadlines and always found school would end up getting on top of me if I wasn't careful, but I had a good day with my friends, we talked about the new boy at school, discussed whether he was good looking or not and mingled with the rest of our year group. It was an. Maybe that was it or maybe I just felt intimidated and wanted to regain control. I'm not sure. All I know is that I squeezed tighter and told him that if he wanted to keep his lil thang, he'd better know how to use it. Holy Shit! Why the hell did I say that to him and what was I even thinking?This was my little brother. I couldn't even think that way about him. He must have been thinking that way of me though. Cause, his cock was still in my hand and it was near my face and before I. She would gaze across the table at him and they discussed how the night would proceed with me there. I agreed to them being together that night and would not interrupt but to be there for support and to watch her be pleasured. She said she loved me and if I was so intent to know her away from home life that I would not get angry and support her. So, with that we proceeded back to the room and I kept quiet. Upon entering I watched my wife slip out of her uniform like she always did in front.