She did have an overnight bag with her. I took it from her to bring upstairs. I greeted her with a brotherly hug, and she accompanied me upstairs to I...deposit her bag on the bed in the guest bedroom. Since we were starting a new relationship, I wanted to keep it fairly platonic until we get used to each other. We made a nice dinner for ourselves from whatever I had, and ended up with a sort of chicken stir-fry kind of thing over some rice. It was nice, working together, but there was nothing. Later that night, after our parents had went to bed my sister and I were siting on the couch watching some old Easter cartoon. "How did they feel?" my sister broke the silence. "What?" "Don't act dumb, my tits, how did they feel?" My face immediately turned red. "Well I didn't have much time to feel them, but they felt great." What the hell was I doing, was I seriously flirting with my sister. "Well would you like to try it again?" she said smiling, then she moved closer to me. Instinctively. It’s okay.”“Mh…You know very well the emotional needs of a pregnant woman, don’t you?”“Mh…I guess,” Qamar said as he ran his left fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead.“How many sons do you want, Qamar?”“Mh…maybe four, for now?” Qamar said in a puzzled voice.She smiled, as she pushed out four babies, one after another, through her womb, and her belly got smaller and smaller, with each push, until it was back to normal.Her tits had become even larger due to her “recent pregnancy”.. It was simply that he would not let his mouth drop open and his eyes bug out like any civilized person."My lady, I refuse," he said."Nonsense," she said, "it's a perfect idea. Anyone who's watching the stables will see two minister's coaches leaving, but not my royal coach. They'll assume I'm not visiting anyone. Or, if they follow the two actual coaches, they'll assume I'm visiting with Mistress Hester, because if a minister were to visit with either of those two houses, of course it would be.