I read many stories how Indian guys and girls are loving their real siblings. My wish to write this story is very old but I feel a bit shame on me how... freak I am. Please comment on this story. I am a guy of 30 years unmarried. I have a younger sister age 22 named Pooja doing MBA. Pooja is very attracted just looked like Sonali bendra (Hindi film actress.) She is 5’7” tall. I had a foot fetish since childhood. Readers may read the story “my kusam madam” I had sent abt 6 months ago. Me and Pooja. "You're eighteen years old, Mara. You're almost a woman, now. You need a firm hand in the rest of your school days." He looked down at her. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him."What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she tossed back.He said nothing, but took his hand and reached around, grabbing her buttock. He twisted her around so that her back was to his front. "Dad..." she trailed off. He lifted her skirt over her hips and felt her panties."You need a firm hand, that's what you. He offered her his hankie and waited until she was ready to talk.Tammy sniffled and blew her nose. She looked at him, and she said bitterly, “Why are you still here? Didn’t you hear him? I’m not worth your trouble.”Bray laid her hand out over his and gently traced over the fingers with his other hand. “You have beautiful hands, such long supple fingers. Do you play a musical instrument?”Surprised by both his actions and words, Tammy blurted out, “I used to play the piano. My sisters liked to. I also note that much of it derives from a badly outdated source—the Argo records. The small observations we have been able to make are not inconsistent, but we know they have made vast technological progress since that visit and some of their behaviors may also have changed."We are thus confronted with what I had most hoped to avoid—a blind landing into an unknown situation. It is of course a shared disadvantage; they, too, know nothing of us. But they outnumber us immeasurably, especially if,.