.. and no limos.I looked around as the girls and I got in line. The girls chatted nervously among themselves as we moved forward.“TINY! TINY! I miss...d you!” Kayla screamed as she jumped into Aaron’s arms.“Uhm. Hi. I, uhm ... I’m glad to see you’re OK.” Aaron stammered with an uncharacteristic nervousness.Kayla dropped down onto the street and turned towards the girls.“This is Tiny. His name is Aaron, but I call him Tiny.” Kayla giggled as if it was the most clever thing in the world.“Hey.”. He opened the door, waiting a few moments after her timid knock, just to build her anticipation and trepidation. As he’d expected, she’d put much time and thought into her appearance before driving over… and of course, it was all wrong. In the typical style of the day and age, she was dressed in tight, low-slung jeans just barely covering her pelvic bones. Her spaghetti strap tank top was tight, and couldn’t have reached her navel on a dare. Her makeup wasn’t as heavy as he’d expected, but well. ..Nothing at all...) I stuttered."Kuch Nahi? Phir yeh itna bara kiya danda hai?" (Oh yeah? It's nothing? Then what's this sticking out of your pants?)She burst out laughing and grabbed a hold of my hard-on.“Aiiiiii!”, I screamed as I pulled back, but she didn’t let go of my tip.“Yeh kiya hua beta?”(What happened son?) she continued to laugh as she held on to my cock’s tip.“Ma woo…um…” I was swallowing hard, breathing fast and was unable to talk.“Dikhao zara…” (Show it to me)“Lekin Ma..” (But. Keeping with the plan I didn't go to her room that night. In the morning at breakfast, she was giving me this puzzled look. I didn't react; I acted as if I haven't done anything or didn't notice her look.All I wanted was her to talk, I wanted her to bring up the subject and tell me what she wanted. I wanted her to ask for it, beg even. This is the hard part. It would be very hard for me to wait.I kept treating her like before, just my sister. No more, no less. A week later I started seeing new.