. Wo kutta h kutta. Use ni samjh aaega hum kya kr rahe hai :-pHarshita- hahaha acha. (stayed silent)Me- mtlb hua kya ab aa kyu nhi rahe. Sharam aari h...ai. K kon pehle shruaat kare?Harshita- ha. Kya me tujhe tight se hug krlu?Me- piochne ki baat hai koi? Aajao.Phir hug krke usne kiss krne k liye lip aage badhaye. And mene kiss krte karte uska left boob dabane laga. Mene kaha inhe bahar nikalo. Usne bilkul bhi deri nhi kri and ek baar me t shirt bra, shirts and panty nikal di. :-p usne kaha tum. “Taste it!”I glanced at Mum doubtfully and then cautiously sipped at the “milk.” To my surprise, it tasted like, well, milk! I shrugged at Mum, then put the glass back on the table. “It’s okay, I guess!”Very soon, Tara had milk that was sickly yellow and Dad’s milk was a mid-brown. It looked like a glassful of mud and not at all as appetizing as chocolate milk. Then Mum dropped similar colored lumps into our milk. “Marshmallows” was the quick response to my questioning looks. Now the milk. " Jenny was very emphatic on the word 'not.'After a second, Jenny went on. "Joanna told me right after I moved in, that in this family love is as common as dirt, and treated like gold. In my house, love was rarer than gold and treated like dirt."The woman looked at me, and then back to Jenny, "Could I see your room?"Jenny's eyes went to mine, and I nodded. Up to you, Jenny.Jenny turned and went up the stairs, I following behind the other two. Jenny opened the door, and the woman just stood. “In medical terms, unused fetal material from your mother’s pregnancy with your brother, has been absorbed by you during your own gestation. Unfortunately it is your genitalia that contains your brother’s DNA.” For a moment Old Steeple Fingers had his audience stunned.“I’ve been screwing my wife with my brother’s dick!” Mark exploded.“Well, perhaps not your brother’s penis, but certainly his testis,” Old Steeple Fingers said, and instantly regretted it.One look at Mark’s stupefied expression.