He would stay close to the door and answer every ring of the doorbell. She didn’t mind; it was a subtler form of bondage.By the time she was back dr...essed in one of his old shirts and an old skirt, another crew was at the door. “It’s green!” a voice screamed from the porch. It sounded like a mother, rather than a child. There were shrieks of laughter and then a clatter of small shoes on the steps.“See?” he asked. Somebody had noticed his green arm. He, she knew, was sure that one response was. You do not know what to do, but you, and everyone surrounding you is paralyzed with fear.Finally, Ty rounds the corner and witnesses his sweet innocent child sister handling three men's cocks at once. It is a sight of horrors for him, to have to look at his younger sister covered in multiple men's initial juices, and with her handling all three of those men at once. This was his child sister; he had known and cared for since she was a baby. How could he be witnessing her being so completely. "I guess so."Danni looked at Phee, who had another strange, incomprehensible look on her face."See? I told you so."I was lost again. My sister had come to me and taken my hand. She pulled me to her bed and pushed me until I sat on it. The girls lined up facing me ... between me and the bathroom door."Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" I asked, finally realizing something a lot of men never learn at all: Women sometimes have the answer that a man just can't find."I need to ask you. Me: It’s okay, aunty. I completely understand. I know how hard it is for a woman like you to control your urges without proper cooperation from the uncle.A few tears started rolling down her cheeks and she came and tightly hugged me. I too reciprocated and tightly hugged her. I was feeling warm and the scent of her body was awakening my junior. She too felt it.Me: Aunty, if you don’t mind, I can help you.SG: How?Me: I can help you with your urges.She started smiling. I wiped her tears. Without.