”“Sorry, no beer. Soda?”“Sure. Thanks.”While she was in the kitchen pouring a glass of RC Cola, I set my smart phone to record video and pla...ed it strategically on the mantel among a bunch of framed family photos, aiming the lens at the couch. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t spot it unless she was looking for it. I couldn’t know if I was going to get anything useful, but it was worth a try. All that remained was to coax Dagmar out into the open.Aunt Margie handed me my soda and we sat next to. “Okay, just relax, watch TV or something. I am getting rid of those filthy rags you were wearing and I will be back in a little bit, okay? If you have any friends or relatives that you truely like, you can call them while I am gone.”Using a plastic bag over my hand to keep from actually touching their discarded clothing, I picked them up and bagged them. Holding them out the open window to keep that stench from getting back in the truck, I stopped at the dumpsters long enough to toss the. Her finger was poking my palm and it felt very funny. She then leaned over and said, idhar aao, aur batate hain. Her hand was now on my penis she had guided my mouth over hers and was pulling me down on top of her. Then she just undid my pants and took out my penis. I had never seen it become so hard ever in my life. Very lightly she rubbed the top for a few seconds and then pinched my balls very hard. I yelped and jumped up. She said, this needs to be done so that you can do what I want you to. What the hell? She wants me to kiss her, I should ... it’s the brotherly thing to do. What the hell does that even mean? So, I touched her lips with mine.We melted into each other’s arms. This kiss felt different from any kiss I have previously given or received from any girl ... including Jennifer Combs.It felt like a lightning bolt went through me, lasting forever. I know that makes no sense, but it felt so wonderful, and it seemed so wrong. I started to push her away ... she resisted, more.