I hope you guys will enjoy it and this is my true story and small description is here who is what. I have a friend and this story is between his siste... Asma and me and now let’s gets directly into story me Hamesha ki tarah friend se milne uske ghar gaya around 11am subah andar Jake maine friend kobulaya to uski sister asma ne bola ki bhaiya nahi hai to maine poocha ki kahan gaya to woh boli ki ghar pe sab ko nizambad gaye hai aur me akeli hu yeh sunke mere mann me pisal gaya maine bola ki kya. Meri seat khidki ke paas thi, train kkafi khali thi zyada log nahi the aur main time paas karne ke liye darwaze ke paas jaa kar khada hogaya, tabhi tc aaya aur use mera ticket check kiya, aur aage jaa kar aur ticket check karne laga, to maine dekha ki ek 20 se 22 saal ki ladki purane se kapde me usse halke awaaz me baat kar Rahi thi, aur tc cheeke jaa raha tha, tab main waha pe gay aur usse matter ke bare me poocha to usne bataya ki uske paas ticket nahi hai, aur tc usse train se utarne ko keh. In a word, I was a nerd. The only guys on campus who liked me were my best friend and brother nerd Greg, Rick, a freshman who was geekier than me, and Tim, a former jock who liked me for helping him pass math. Also, I was the only one on campus who didn't blame him for fumbling the ball that cost us a slot in the Rose Bowl. Though 6'5 and muscular, he wasn't very good-looking. Truth be known, he was ugly. He was probably the only varsity football player in the world who couldn't get laid. . My sister isnt skinny, but she certainly isnt fat. I dont really have a secret crush on my sister or anything, but its hard to resist staring at a body like that, no matter whose it is. After I wash my hands, I walk downstairs, and into the kitchen. I see my sister again through the large sliding door in the kitchen as I walk past it. I quickly open the fridge and take out the orange juice. When I set down my glass, I notice my sisters cellphone resting on the counter. I chug my juice, then.