This is the first time I am narrating a small incident of my life which happened a few months back with my distant cousin.Plz, forgive me for any mist...ake as this is my first sex story on Indian sex story.We have a wedding function at my cousin place in Mussoorie as it was a distant cousin so my family asks me to go alone in the wedding as the guy was of my age and I know him well. All my other cousin are also coming for the wedding so we plan to go by road to Mussoorie for the wedding. We all. ”“Oh yeah?” she tickled him back. A small skirmish ensued. He had to break off when it was time to get gas.Back home, he started preparing things. He had her go get her clothes and stuff them into her suitcase and move to the guest room on the west side of the house away from the ocean.“We’ll lower the storm shutters, so be dark and gloomy in the other rooms.”Not mentioning safer away from the side that would catch the worse.“This side, we’ll lower last.”(The backside of a hurricane switches. ”With that, she left him to unpack his bags. As he was taking out his clothes and laying them on the bed, he heard a light rapping on the door behind him. Turning, he saw yet another vision of female beauty.“Hi Nick! I’m Chris. Welcome to Burnwell Towers!”This was Christine, the younger daughter. She was wearing a lot more in the way of clothing than her sister, but was no less stunning for that. Her pretty eyes wore a pair of glasses, and her mousy brown hair was tied back in a pony tail. She. I never felt the two that struck me in my upper back and shoulder. As I rolled off of Emily I saw that German security had reached the scene and killed the man. The last thing I remember, until I woke up sometime later, was asking Emily if she was okay. I woke to the incessant beep . . . beep . . . beep of a heart rate monitor. Sitting in a chair, sleeping next to my bed, was Emily. It looked like she hadn’t changed her clothes in days. She was covered in dried blood, my blood. She was holding.