He gave a loud belch and stumbled off to his bedroom. I let out a relieved breath. The controls clicked as I twisted them. Then the washer machine rum...led to life.My sister’s bedroom door closed. Tarik would sleep the day away.My phone rang.I bolted for my bedroom where I left it. I fell to my knees on my bare mattress, scooping it up and bringing it to my ear. “Hello?”“Fatima Abboud?” a familiar voice asked. “This is Dr. Rita. I hear you’re having problems with your futa-cock.”“It just. He lay back down again, happy to feel his sister's fears dispersing. He dozed for awhile; his dreams came, very vivid and contained his sister and one of her friends in a compromising situations. When he awoke he was ashamed of his arousal brought about by his incestral thoughts.When he saw his sister next, he couldn't help to take note of her newly acquired curves, my he thought, she was really going to be hot. One thing he did notice, she was looking at him, checking him out too. A. Up to her breasts and take one of them in a soft hold. I could feel her nipple wake up and stiffen and she moaned a little moan into my mouth and her tongue got more eager on it's dance against mine.I unbuttoned a couple of buttons and my hand slipped inside her blouse and made contact with the soft material of her bra. I could feel the lace against the tips of my fingers and under it something bumpy and warm. Her erect nipple!How nice it was sitting in the darkness of a taxi fondling your own. I spin her around and yank her head back with a sharp snap.“Open.” I order.She hesitates at first but a quick tug convinces her otherwise. I shove the ball gag in and tighten the strap behind her head. Pinning her body to the wall with mine I frisk her body for her cell phone and find it in her back pocket. Unlocking the screen I smile when I see a new text from her mom. I read it aloud:“‘If you are going to act that way then good luck paying for everything yourself. Your stuff is outside. Pick.