.. no, that was it. Just the three times. Really intimate guy, wasn't I?Then for the first time, I was out from under the direct influence of my paren...s when I went to college. It was 357 miles from home. That first semester, I got to go home not one time. Man, was I homesick! I went to classes, studied, played a little ping-pong, and slept. I didn't even know you were allowed to do anything else until the second semester. I found the student union and began spending a lot of spare time there.. Her stockinged feet were covered in shiny red patent four inch high heeled shoes which raised her to just over six feet tall. Over her basque Simone was wearing a figure hugging short red dress, the hem ending about three inches below her stocking tops, or five inches above her knees depending on which direction you were looking from and to. Her face was lightly made up and her lipstick was scarlet. Under her dress she looked rather like a vamp, dressed to tease and please, over it she had a. Admittedly yes, my mom did notice sometimes and a look of fierce disapproval would cross her face, and yes - I did want to have a normal relationship with Chantelle, but I really don't think it could've worked out like that. There was simply too much sexual tension. One night, mom and dad had gone out to a movie. They often did on saturday nights, but usually when Chantelle and I were home alone, we didn't do anything a normal brother or sister wouldn't do. We watched TV, chilled, ate, maybe. She looked at me, gave a small peck on my lips and then cuddled me. We fell asleep hugging each other due to exertion from our previous sessions.After a good and cozy afternoon nap, I woke up. Shalini was still sleeping. I went to the kitchen to look for some water. Suman (the maid) was sitting in the dining area, and after seeing me, she stood up and said:Suman: Do you need anything? Tell me I will give it to you.Me: I need water. Don’t bother. You sit. I will take it myself.I poured some.