Time is moving too slowly and I have made no progress on my homework. I can’t do it anymore. I get up to get a glass of water and I pass by the bath...oom door. It is slightly ajar and I don’t dare take a peek. I can hear my older sister, Julia, belting out her latest favorite song while showers. I resist the urge to open the door further; I just couldn’t do it. Sitting back down, my mind starts to wander. I’ve always had a… fascination with Julia. Being two years younger, I have always looked up. Vo kehti lagta h bhut dikkat ho rhi h ise andar bhut tight ho gya h. unke itna kehte hi maine kaha phir kya kru…isme iska kya kasuur.yahan mahool hi aisa h. maami boli acha lgta h isko bh is mahool me lana padega.phir maine kaha der kis baat ki ye to kab se betaab h bahar aana k liye.Phir badi maami ne meri pent utaar di or underwear bhh. aur mere lode so sehlane lgi.phir me bhi unki chuchiyo pe tut pda aur jor jor se dbane lga.fir maine unki bra khol di aur unki unki dono chuchiyo ko chusne. Dominic spread his hands in a “what can I say?” fashion. What’s your name again hon?”“Sophie”“and how old did you say you were?”“Twenty-one”, she smiled coyly. Dominic was nearly triple her age, but quite virile. He was a lecherous old fool, who kept himself alive in the pursuit of fresh pussy. He had no trouble bedding those who knew who he was, as his reputation preceded him. Powerful and rich, his conquests usually gave in. Usually. He once defended himself at a trial for which he was. Outside of that room, we were a normal, platonic brother/sister pair. If we talked about shaving, it would ruin our relationship, and we would start to see each other differently. So when the doctor took that cast off, it was a big day for both of us. It was the day we would see if we could survive, without her razor to connect us. For several days after the cast came off, Liz made no sign of breaking our unspoken agreement. Every morning she would walk out of the bathroom, her legs shining and.