He would lay her down on that old couch face down and tickle her while she screamed, laughed and begged for mercy until she agreed to be his “bitch�...� for the rest of the day. It was an innocent, nonsexual game between siblings. But when those torture sessions started arousing huge erections out of him, he had stopped.For old time’s sake, he began “torturing” her again before they even made it to the couch.She cried out, “Oh, fuck, no!” and squirmed to get away from him.He grabbed her and threw. I went back to pulling weeds. Amy started laughing again.“Come on, tell me what’s so funny,” I said, this time kneeling up and looking at her.“I can’t,” she said, laughing running to the kitchen.I could still hear her laughing. Curiosity got the better of me. I left my tools and went into the house looking for her. She was in her bedroom.“May I come in”? I asked.“Of course, Uncle Bob,” she replied.“Sweetie, what was so funny that made you laugh so much?” I asked, walking towards her.“Oh, it was. Ek din ghar par koi nahi tha sabh log neighbors ke yaha gai hua tha mai apna room mai tha aur apni bhabhi ke photos dekh kar mooth mar raha tha achanak se bhabhi mera room mai aa gai woh bhi bina knock kia aur unho na mujha dekh lia ke mai unki photos ko dekh kar mooth mar raha tha aur woh gussa se boli mujha malum tha ki tu mujha gandi nazar se dekhta hai aur kya photos ko dekh kar mooth mar raha hai himmat haiToh aa asli mai chodh mai yeah baat sunkar shock ho gaya aur kaha kya kaha rahi ho. You are the only one that can help me with it. Do you understand?“ “I think so...” Tim said, almost a bit shyly. “What do I have to do?”“Oh, it’s nothing too advanced...” Veronica smiled, continuing to caress her son’s cock, that actually had gotten bigger while they where talking. “All you need to do is to put your co- I mean, your penis, right... here...” Tim looked at his mother’s right hand as she started to rub with her fingers at the place between her legs. “You think you can do that for.