”“And what does that make you?”“A slut.”“Whose slut?”“Your slut. I’m your slut.”“You’re a slut for your brother, aren’t you?...”“Yes.”“Say it.”“I’m a slut for my brother.”Session 27:I hadn’t put my sister under for around two weeks. The last time we’d had a session, I’d changed things so that she would watch me masturbate in the bathroom, each and every morning ... and get off while she did.It had been a total accident. But, after freaking out and working out exactly what I’d changed, I saw the. Other men used to jack off to them when Rob wasn’t there beating his meat. I saw one of the letter’s his wife sent him, with more nudes and I got really jealous when she called him Daddy. Luckily, a big storm came in a day after and we were told mail could be backed up for weeks.During those couple weeks, it seemed that Rob didn’t care about his wife’s nudes at all anymore. When he wasn’t fighting the war, he finally got his mail and I saw him pull out a few Playboy Magazine’s, completely. I still had barelymanaged to gain any ground on the leader. I wasn't even close enough toread the name on her jersey. I didn't need a mathematician to calculatehow much faster I needed to be going to make up enough time to win. Itwas easy for me to tell that I just wasn't getting it done. If only Iwouldn't have crashed! I cursed myself for being so stupid! If I justwould have had the chance to race head to head with this girl, I KNEW Icould have taken her in the end. Hell, I was blowing her. Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English. This incident, which I’m going to narrate, was happened about 15 years ago. I was then posted at Pabna where the only well established Mental Hospital is situated. My workplace was in Tebunia, about 5 kilometers far from the town and the hospital. I was then married but my family didn’t reside with.