She would made sure during my visit her children were playing or watching tv.but there was something stop me to going Any further.eventhough i touch h...r everyday,me and my sister still pretending nothing was happening.i think deep inside we knew we are brother/sister and we should not do something like this.( kintu haat dewa chara ami r kisu korte parchilam na ,kotai jani bada . Amara je bhai/bon ata asole bhul te parchilam na)we never kissed.But my sister stop wearing bra and panty under her. I looked at her questioningly."They were welcoming you," she told me, seeing my puzzlement, "have you never noticed how close they are? They are partners, in the same way that you and I are."Understanding finally dawned on me. Karen nodded. "It may be the 1980s, and things are better now than they used to be, but you will find gays; males as well as females, still tend to be careful of who they let close to them," she warned, "but they know you are my girlfriend now, so they are comfortable. I can tell you that over the next few days, you will belearning about your new identity. We have adjusted it to yourpersonality, as a girl who is moving to Albuquerque from out of statewith her family. Your family will be a pair of NSA agents who areactually married. You will be expected to behave better than you havebeen, but can also just be a teenager within reason. But, your computerusage will obviously be closely monitored."I knew that all of it was needed. I didn't want to do. One day she came home and she didn't tell me that a friend was with her. She unlocked the door and walked in with me standing there fully clothed but with my cock in my hand stroking it, then her friend walked in behind her. Her friend gasped as she was not expecting to see this sight. "Oh, umm, we have a thing that when one of us comes home sometimes the other will be ready for some sexual activities" she told her friend"Well, I've already seen it so let's not waste this opportunity" her.