Hey it’s me Azeem again with different story. This story is about me and my mami (my mamoos wife.) This happened about for years ago. First let me t...ll u about myself. I am a Punjabi boy no a man from Pakistan well built and hung. If u know what I mean. So this happened when I was visiting my mamoos village and had to stay there because my mamoo was going out a town and he wanted me to be the man of the house until he comes back. Cause he has three older daughters and doesn’t want any outsider. We got home about 4 o'clock afternoon, my mum started making tea, my older s1ster went to her boyfriends and my little s1ster went out with her friends while tea was being made. I went upstairs to my room. When I went to the toilet (where we keep the washing basket for all our dirty clothes) I couldn't help but notice my little s1ster had gotten changed and she had changed her underwear (aasumably due to how hot and sweaty she was at the erlier activities) so I was already feeling a little. ”“I know. I can feel you pressing against my leg.” She giggled softly.“Rachel, I thought about it as and immediately after I got in bed. I even prayed about it. I love you, Rachel Stevenson. I love you lying against me, too. We can be this way though I will reset my alarm for earlier. We shouldn’t be caught if possible.”I could see her face in the dm light. She grinned. “It’s one thing for your mother to think I’m in here. It’s another for her to know.” I nodded. I reset my alarm clock for four. She was onlythinking about how to make amends what she had done. What was the nextcourse of action to take? Who could she turn to for help. That was theworst part - she had no one but Cindy to turn to. She could not tellher friends about this situation and Doug, well, why would he help? Hehad been wronged by her. She now knew she was going to Cindy's.Doug asked her again to stay. He did not want her to drive in the stateof mind she was in. She was pulling herself together again, so shesaid, "I.