It was perhaps an epiphany that went off in Deen's mind, perhaps it was the touch that gave him the courage to say what he said next."Mom" he whispere...d gently."Yes Deen" moaned Manya in response."Promise me", he said."Promise you what, baby?" came the reply."Promise me everything mom. Deny me nothing" answered Deen. "Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever" said a now forceful and confident Deen."What?" answered a surprised Manya as she turned her head around.With one hand, he held her face, and. "Oh thanks for coming round," she said, "The rail's in the spare bedroom, that's where I want it putting up. Do you fancy a cup of coffee before you start." I told her I'd just had one but said I'd love one when I'd finished putting the rail up for her and she took me upstairs and showed me the wardrobe she wanted the rail putting in. She said the old one had snapped then laughed and said something about having too many clothes.After she'd showed me exactly what she wanted, she went back. Our parents had gone out of town for the weekend, leaving my fifteen year old sister to look after me. The first night we were alone my sister Lisa came into my bedroom and got into bed with me. It was a warm night and I was lying on top of the sheets with just jockey shorts on, almost asleep.She was naked when she lay next to me on the bed. She embraced me from behind, molding my body to hers. I felt her breasts pushed against my back. She reached over and took my little cock into her hand and. The presence of her breasts was both comforting and pleasant, and I wondered what it would be like to burrow my head into her welcoming, bare black boobies.Nikki released me, and I explained my problem to several colleagues. Virtually as soon as I had finished, Nikki had presented the solution. I could travel home with her after work, she would cook me a meal, and then we could watch a bit of telly. She would then drive me over to my flat in time for my housemates return. I agreed, and I have.