AFter tea mum and Clare get ready, i see them as i go out , wow they look stunning, mum has put a knee length tight dress on showing her figure , lips...tick makeup her hair done stylishly, Clare a very short skirt and very tight top.. both in heel , showing bare toned legs. M*m seems just to ooze in heres whilst Clare moves clumsily. My d*d argues with her its to short but m*m backs her up, its all part of growing up and Clares sensible..oh if only they knew..When i get back i take a shower and. All of a sudden I heard my brother’s footsteps coming to my room and hid my naked self under the blanket. “Sis!” He smiled at me. “Happy birthday!” He came closer to my bed and sat down next to me. Sitting down, the my bed covers slipped down a little bit so he could tell I was completely naked. I quickly pulled the cover up, embarrassed by my nudity. “Uh…um…I was just…you know…” I stumbled the words out of my mouth. “Pleasuring yourself? That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” my brother said. On the way she sees this magnificent creature. He is tall, and his hair cut Marine Corps style, high and tight. However, he has his hands just like hers a few days ago, tied up with groceries. Faith offers to help and sheepishly he accepts. As coincidence would have it, he is new here too, and lives just under her place. She puts down the milk gallon she carries. Polite thanks, a few more words are exchanged, and a good bye with a promise of a tomorrow. The night now is disturbed as the dream. When I was growing up she always loved me and at that little age I did not have any ill feelings towards her. But as I grew up I realized how hot she is. She is short, maybe just over 5, amazing boobs and ass, always dressed in salwar with a dhupatta. I was never able to peek at her cleavage.When I was in 9th, she was around 24 got married and soon her husband got posted to USA. Few days before they could leave, they lived in my house.The first incident took place a day before they left. My.