During her ascent she thought how different this was from back home; different but familiar.She'd been recognized by the Carmelite sisters as a prodig... when she was about ten. Her aptitude in the sciences particularly chemistry and biology was phenomenal. Despite the desperate poverty, or maybe because of it, when she had completed the necessary courses of study the sisters arranged for her to take entrance exams for the University of California. With the help of a San Francisco Parrish that. She said that it was natural for teen boys to get attracted to opposite sex, be it his sister or not. Didi said that she had been helping me masturbate by showing off so that I donot get in to bad company and keep my focus on studies. Didi said that she wanted me to help satisfy my sexual urges through masturabtion and concentrate on builiding future instead of whiling away time in bad company in and around girls, which would have wasted my time. I was totally astounded after hearing all. I hadn't even noticed but Marlon did."Oh wow I never knew you was so built for a black man" he said as he leant up over me and screwed the shelf up. I blushed but wasn't sure what he meant. My mind was just racing as I felt his body pressing against mine from behind."So built for a black man?" I questioned as he moved back and told me he is done with the shelf."That arse" he replied "you've got a huge round booty and thighs which us black men love" he went on. I blushed. I knew I had assets. Naturally, SIL did not appear on the couch that night. But, even worse I did not find her there for the next week. Finally, my chance came one night after I heard them fighting. I even heard her call him a “frigid son of a bitch.” Sure enough an hour later there she was in that sexy shortie nightie spread out on the couch. I felt like a man on a mission; the freedom of the whole world depended on whether or not I fucked my SIL and I had better do it. This time I strolled over to the couch and.