The front of those tight shorts just molded her pussy, clearly outlining the lips of her cunt. She couldn't possibly have been wearing panties. But it...was the top she chose to wear that shocked me the most. It was a cut-off man's undershirt, the athletic kind with straps. And it was just barely long enough to cover her bra-less breasts. Most of the time. But if she leaned just right, or stretched just right, the tight material pulled high enough for a clear view of the rounded undersides of her. I rested my head on her shoulder and sobbed."Do you have anyone I can call for you at all my dear?"I sobbed. "No, I have no one. I'm alone." Well, you can't stay here all night. I have a spare bedroom where youcan stay for a couple of nights until we can get you sorted out, thatis if you would like. By the way, my name is Isabel. I'm always hereat the station looking for girls in trouble, and I try to give them abed for a night or two, to make sure they're safe from the sharks whoprey on girls. And the angel of my story is none other than my maternal aunt. From a small age, I know her very well as she is a younger sister of my mother. She used to treat me like her child as she was married and have 2 kids one boy 16 years and a girl of 10 years both are studying in school and we have a good relationship with them. In summer holidays we all kids me my brothers and mother used to stay with them for a week at least and had a lot of fun. My maasi, her name is Vandana and she and her. All comments welcomed and encouraged direct to [email protected]. Hope you enjoy it!This story is copyright. If you wish to re-produce any portion of it, please contact the author at the above email. Thank you.BRAT CONTROLMonique stood over her Mother as she lay on the floor crumpled in agony at her feet.She felt sick in the guts, she couldn’t believe she had actually done it. Hours and hours lying awake in bed just dreaming and fantasizing about this sick moment in her mind. The.