"Who told you her kidneys were failing?" the doctor asked me."A guy in a no nonsense suit, with a bad haircut. He said that my sister was having kidne... failure, that he couldn't do anything for her, and that I should get her to a hospital quickly. Then he picked up a little bag, and left. That was the last time I saw him," I said, giving them the false idea that it had been a doctor telling me this.I was getting aggravated. I decided that I would impose my will in this entire hospital if they. “i will make you alright, mother.” “how?” She asked and let drop her sari. “i will rub your wounds and remove your pain.” “you fool,” she cried and yanked off her sari and stood in her petticoat in front of me. Then she pulled the ribbon of her petticoat and it dropped down to her knees. She stood naked like the day she was born in front of me, wearing only the jewelry around her waist and ankles and neck. I looked at my mother in admiration. What a lovely figure she had. Despite her buxom. She was braless under the T shirt she was wearing, and when she finished with Dilly she just let the shirt fall to cover her breasts. I was beginning to think those nipples were permanently erect, but tried not to stare.And that was the way it stayed, there at home. If we went out, she put on the nursing bra, and carried what I would have called a dish towel with her that she used to put over her shoulder and cover Dilly's head with as he nursed. But at home, she just went braless, and when it. In fact, it is fairly common. After his mother, I am the closest related female adult in his life.~ ~ ~While David busied himself in the guest bedroom, I spent some time rearranging some items in my walk-in closet.When I walked into the guest bedroom David was wearing his more conventional jeans and a tee shirt. He closed up his suitcase. “I’m ready Auntie, er... I’ve packed my things, and I can walk over to the bus terminal from here.”I was amused to see that he had neatly folded my soiled.