Through the see through underwear, he could see right away that his sister’s pussy was shaved and as bald as a new born baby. He kissed her again, t...is time both brother and sister, made their way to the floor, with Kamal comfortably lingering over Kajal, propped up by his strong hands.“Slide your underwear down,” he whispered. Kajal locked her eyes on her brother, obeying his simple request immediately. She raised her hips and slid the moist panties down to her ankles, allowing her legs just. She made a pointing gesture in both directions. I assumed that she was asking directions to the toilet and not my bedroom. I think I got it right because she nodded when she opened the door. The door closed and I carried on talking numbers.I heard the toilet flush and then the door opened and the neighbourhoods best kept secret was revealed. There she stood in matching black bra and pants showing off the most fantastic figure. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A lovely pair of boobs that. Then a group of four guys came down together, all in their thirties and pretty cute; two of them were black and the other ones seemed to be Latino race. They were pretty obvious about looking at me and I recognize I minded the attention. Soon one of the black guys came up and introduced himself as Jimmy; we got to chatting and he said that he and his friends were living in San Francisco. The other guys came up when they saw I did not bite their mate and I started talking to all of them. Soon. Nothing. Only me and my memories, wrapped around themselves. Only my prison.And something else. A whisper. A fragment of a whisper. Greedy for noise I follow, and something miraculous happens. I smell. Blood. Essence. Power. Do I hear, or only remember hearing? I am a fragment of thought atrophying outside space and time. I cannot perceive, and yet I do. I open my eyes.The ceiling above is grey stone, chipped painstakingly into the mountain, not built. No mortar lines. Flickering torchlight.