Bachira is your new half-brother. Your father died and your mother married someone else...And this man has a son, three years older than you. You are 18 and he is 21.

You became good friends with Bachira. And so...You laughed and played games. And to distract him, you sat on his lap... Bachira shuddered and blushed heavily, and something grew in his pants...

“D-damn.. Sister, didn’t you see anything?»