The only females he knew were his Mother and Sister and as his hormones raged out of control he found himself becoming more and more aware of them sex...ually. One of his favourite things to do was to go into the bathroom after his 16 year old Sister had taken her bath and search through the laundry basket for her dirty knickers. He had done this for the first time quite by accident. He had gone into the bathroom and while there saw the pink cotton knickers of Emma, laying on top of the pile of. You could clearly see the massive bulge of my cock Aunt April gave me. If it got any worse I was confident the head of my dick would poke out the bottom of the bathing suit, ruining the evening and probably making little sheltered Nicole cry. I tried all my usually bag of tricks to slow it down with holding my breath for long periods, thinking of anything non sexual, and just trying to temporarily get that one image out of my head. (Close my eyes. Ok. Furniture. A desk in the living room.. He was unable to establish any correlation between the strength of the field and the size of the breast, its shape, or its consistency (though he performed considerable investigations regarding the latter). However, he did manage to establish a strong correlation between the intensity of the field and the depth of the shadow between the appendages, which he termed the "Cleavage Effect". His last words, muttered to his biographer while on his death bed were, "The nipple, of course!" Without his. That was pretty stupid," I teased.He gave me another sad look."I'm sorry ok? So she's asking for a divorce huh?"He nodded. "Yeah and the faster the better she told me."I sat next to my brother. "It's ok Abel. You can stay here for a while. You'll be back on your feet in no time."I was wrong about my brother getting back on his feet. Instead of looking for work, Abel would lounge around all day in my apartment and watch TV. He'd eat all my Lean Cuisine meals and leave his laundry around the.