She stays alone in her home. and up till now I went to her home many times and every time she used to request me to stay at her home since she had no ...children but me ever stayed. Now the story begins. its one month back I read stories in is and I understood that incest relations are common. and now I began to fantasy about her. all my dreams were filled with her.1 week back I went to my relatives home to attend some function. Surekha aunty also came there its night around 11.30 the function. She was wearing her hair up, had redone her make up, heavier than she usually wore. She was wearing amaroon basque, that had taken inches off her waist and which justsupported and covered her nipples, matching panties, barely blackstockings, a pair of patent black heels that were higher than I had seenbefore. Over all of that she wore a negligee that was sheer and in anycase not tied. My tongue hit the floor. She was staggering and Istuttered that out."Why thank you kind sir." I wish that I. I've been in their home, and in their pool, so it isn't like I haven't seen her -- but never Jim. He's always come in well-dressed, gone inside and left us to our floats and lotions and the sun. Before our entrees came, Jim managed to spill his drink. The waiter cleaned it quickly, but could not get it out of his bench seat cushion. He moved over to my side of the table and I gave it no thought.Jim draped his long cashmere dress coat over his lap and said little as he sat beside us. I noticed . .. there’d be nothing left within a fortnight. He shook his head, then put his foot on the back of the skimmer bike and shoved it towards the cycler with a grunt. Suspended in its ground effect field, the skimmer skidded along the air as if it was ice and ran, nose first, into the recycler’s maw. The nanites worked, blurring the air and turning the bike into so much simple, bio-degradable molecules.“Come on, Beatrice. Are you ready to see how humans travel the stars?”“Yesssss...” She mumbled,.