My sister Sonia was a widow at 28. Her husband had drowned while scuba diving in Florida two years earlier. They’d been married 3 years but they did...’t have any children, they were waiting to ‘get established’. As soon as Brody was born he became the sun in Sonia’s sky, my sister doted on her young nephew. When I moved away from my wife Sonia opened her home to me and Brody. She has a big four bedroom, three bath house that she and her husband were planning on filling with little ones. She. She instantly took my cue and turned her head, kissing me again. As we tongued each other, deeply, and passionately, I suddenly got a wicked idea.I broke for our kiss, pulling out, which caused her to bark out a high pitched little yelp.Then I released her, reaching down and grabbing her panties, quietly pulling them up."Wait..." she began to protest. But I once again embraced her from behind, my hand snaking down, and under her skirt.Then as I patted the crotch of her panties, clearly already. This had a marble sunken bath... the sort of thing she had been used to in former days. She was attended by two girls who were obviously slaves, like herself. They were beringed in nose and nipples and also wore many bangles around wrists and ankles. They had lustrous dark eyes and their skin was dusky and gleaming. They were, in every sense, beautiful. “We are to take charge of you while you are here,” said one of them. “My name is Ibi. This is Tora, my fellow slave. You will do as we say or. The way you looked at her this morning did that for her.”“And how would you know that?” he asked.“Because, after that happened this morning, she trimmed those shorts. She liked letting you look at her and she liked that you enjoyed looking at her. You did the right thing, David.”“Then, why do I feel guilty about it,” he said. “A father isn’t supposed to see his daughter that way. It’s wrong.”“It would only be wrong if she didn’t want you to look and you did anyway.” I walked over to him cupped.