Me: Ye dekhiye chachu, same size hai ki nahi?My uncle took this new panty again in his hand and stretched it as if to see how much it will cover my bu...tocks. I was feeling so ashamed as he was doing this very openly. Then quickly he noticed a panty, which was poking his head from the lower shelf. Uncle: Ye kiski hai? Bhabie ki? Me: No chachu, ye to Sunita didi ki hai. I replied innocently. Uncle picked that panty also from below and started comparing the two. Sunita didi' s panty was also. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-75. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually. After all, he was lucky compared to not only the men around him, but the ones who would never make it back.He was grateful. He said it over and over again, trying not to think too hard about the pit in his stomach - the feeling that something wasn’t right, something other than the horrors of war that he’d faced.But soon, his determined chants of gratefulness in his mind began to mix with something else. It was quiet at first. Something wrong with his hearing perhaps? Then it became more. He was, in fact, was one of the rare Princes, who would become a King. He had no sisters or even immediate female cousins to take over when his mother died or abdicated.If he married, Essco and Dye, Dye’s daughter would become his successor. ‘So, do you want to get married?’ Zan had asked him with a big grin and then rubbed his lovely cock against him.He had made love to Zan but hadn’t answered. He wasn’t sure of what he wanted at the time. Suddenly Essco realised what it would mean to him if.