.. as far back as he could remember, his mother and eventually his little sister, had always been harsh on him... If his team won a game, his mother w...uld laugh and tell him it was because he didn't play that much. If he passed a test, his sister would say "if only you weren't a fucking idiot, you would have gotten an A". This had happened every year for 24 years. The day had started like any other day. Jon had gotten up early and made breakfast for his sister, his mother had gone on one of her. I thought this as a good opportunity to feel / touch her. I also moved went to door & intentionally tried to look at the platform there and intentionally placed my hand on her while holding the rod of the door.Slowly she turned her face towards me with a sweet smile , talking with eyes, without telling a single word. Again without moving her hand she started to look outside towards platform. I was holding her hand from top for 2-3 minute with squeezing slowly and continued pretending to be. ?You deserve to be punished for your earlier outburst,? he said, his voice surprisingly quiet. ?And then afterwards, I’m going to fuck you in the ass.? ?Please, not there—? ?Shut up.? She did, her muffled sobs the only sound in the room. He took her by the hair and dragged her across the room to a hard-backed wooden chair by the table, where he sat down and yanked her facedown across his lap. She moaned as her dangling breasts brushed over the cotton of his. You sigh and a small smile breaks upon your lips as if to acknowledge the gift that I have given you. Kneeling beside the large tub my hands got to work. Lathering a warm soft cloth with the finest soap, scented with the aroma of lavender which calms you and puts your mind at ease. I bathe you gently, moving the cloth across your shoulders and neck, pulling from them the weight you long to discard. My other hand following the cloth closely behind as if to embed the sensual love that my heart is.