The T-shirt was covering all my essentials, thank God. No undies though, dammit.“Andre?”I always called him Andre.I was breathing hard, thinking I...was in trouble.I was stammering. “I didn’t know this was your house.”“Nadia asked to use the pool with some friends.”I couldn’t read him. “That was nice of you. I, uh, didn’t know you knew her like that.”“Like what?”“Like, friends, I don’t know.”He was looking at me. I got up from the lounge chair. He was looking over me. He had never looked at me. I held it up between finger and thumb, lookingthrough the hole, then slipped it without ceremony onto the first fingerof my left hand.I held my hand up, admiring it, really loving it actually, then myfingers curled and I frowned, feeling... odd.In fact I felt very odd suddenly. It was almost... It was painful; like... Itreminded me of a wound I'd had as a girl that went septic - thescratching feeling that had spread up my arm until I'd taken antibioticsto clear it.Like something was in my. Her job could be merely an eye wash for us. In reality my sister was a slut, a bitch for those who had money in their wallets to purchase her CHOOT and GAAND. My mind was not functioning properly.It had problem realizing and accepting the fact that my real sister was a professional prostitute. It was a fact that my sister was a high society Call Girl. Maheen looked at me with horror in her eyes, but only for a while. Too much shock leads to fearlessness.She looked at me quite bravely. I could. Holding that curveous hip of hers always made me horny. The heat began to rise between us.One day, she sprained herself while working. She asked me to apply moov on her hip and back region. She was wearing a nighty, she removed it and was in her bra n towel. I was astonished. My dick was already in 90 degree. She was lying on the bed, her back facing me. I applied moov slowly on her back and hip region. “Oh God! I got a gorgeous sexy mother. I can’t wait to pounce her.” I slowly placed my four.