Can I call him Top, too?" she asked."Sure, Sweetie, but really, I would rather hear you call me daddy than Top," I told her.Charlie left shortly after...that, and we were alone again. I hid the lottery ticket, then went back to the living room."Julie, Sweetie, we need to talk, a serious talk. When you go to school on Monday, I don't want you to say anything to anyone about that lottery ticket. If it's the winning ticket, a lot of people would like to steal it. And if it's not the winning ticket,. Above that was her porcelain face. Such delicate features that formed a beautiful angelic face. The kind of face that intimated innocence, but a body that screamed sex. Anyway, that summer was a wake up call for me. All along, my relationship with my sister was that of normal siblings. We fought and bickered, but mostly for fun. We got along really well. Well, about as well as two siblings only a year apart from each other could. That summer, I became more protective over her. The typical big. How typical.'Even with the help from the Arch-minister that had indeed expedited some processes, Tyrpledge was experiencing significant delays in most of his petitions and requisitions. Everything had to sift through the gargantuan train of Ministry processes, officials and hearings to disappear in its labyrinth offices, clerk pits and then back up again through the same path, in order to probably but not always most likely, make something useful and tangible in the end.The more he thought. Tab maine pucha ki agar ye baat prakash bhai ko pata chala to usne kaha us haramzade ko tum bhai mat bolo wo sala ek no ka kameena hai. Aur main use shan’t karte hue uski shadi utar di aur uski body ko dekhte hi reh gaya. Kya body tha..pura milky white. Wo ek blue panty pehni thi aur black bra. Me uske bad kya karun mere samajh me nahi aa raha tha.Me uski body ko 3 min kiss karta raha. Aur mera t shirt nikal diya.Wo mera gym body dekh ke khus ho gayi. Uske bad me uski panty nikal ke chut ko.