Mane thayu-n ke hamana-n bhabhi dard ni maari chis paadi uthashe, pan evu-n kai-n thayu-n nahi-n. Bhabhi na thaapa dolava mandya jethi lund thodo thod...o andar bahar thava laagyo. Bhai na hip upar bhabhi e thappad maari ane potani taraf khenchya.Have bhai e dhira ane laamba talla maari bhabhi ne chodava maandi. Bhai akho lund bahaar kaadhi ek zatake undar ghusedi deta hata. Aam tem thaapa gol gol ghumaavi ne bhai lund vade bhabhi ni yoni ne chaare taraf thi ghasata hata. Bhahi e potani jaangh. The sleep began to break as my ears started picking up some sound, a sound that somehow registered in my half-awake mind as being familiar, yet I was unable to identify it. I didn't know the source, but it was definitely annoying me. I picked up a pillow that was beside me and put it on my head to cover my ears, hoping to muffle whatever that hateful noise was that was fast ruining a wonderful nights rest. If anything, the noise was even louder as the last strands of sleep crept away and I was. I had thought of a thousand ways I could catch him in a private corner for just a second so I could steal a kiss. Unfortunately there were a thousand and one ways we would get caught. I couldn’t risk a casual gesture. I didn’t even trust myself to look directly at him. Not that I thought I was in love with him or anything. Let’s be serious. It was only that once. Well, twice. But I was pretty sure that the evidence of a shared secret might be enough to make my parents suspicious. And the last. I found myself nearly drooling over both of them.I looked over at Mike and his eyes were where mine had just been. He saw me looking at him and he grinned. He reloaded the pipe and handed it to me. I sucked on it while he held the lighter to it. In a quiet voice he said, “What comes next, buddy?” My eyes went to his face and back to the glowing bowl of the pipe. I held the toke in and passed him the pipe, wondering how to answer.When I let the smoke out, I coughed and shook my head. “I don’t.