I wished she could stay here like this until the morning but we both knew she couldn't. She eventually got dressed and walked out. I threw some clothe...s on, opened a window to air the smell of sex out, then fell into a heavy content slumber.The next couple of days Sam and I fucked nonstop. Sometimes I would initiate it and sometimes Sam would. We would fuck in the bedroom, fuck in the shower, fuck in the living room, wherever we could when dad wasn't home. I enjoyed entering my sister's pussy so. It was the stunningly beautiful girl I’d read of before, executed here back in 1993.It was her! She was the ghost I’d been seeing!I picked up the phone, read the story. It was a more in-depth article than the one I’d read before... The article explored her upbringing, said she’d had a tough life. Her parents were janitors and were strict, tough on her, forced her to study for hours on end. Her alcoholic father ruthlessly beat her when she got anything less than perfect grades.She’d done well in. First I started dancing with her. Then a guy changed the song, which was a romantic one. We started a couple-dance. I could sense the tablet working as she was breathing very heavily. While dancing, I placed my hand on her belly and caressed a bit. My hands were roaming on her bare body.She closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. I went behind her and hugged her from behind. Then slowly, I removed the front portion of her saree. I slowly disrobed her saree. Then I moved my hands slowly on. She merely kissed her niece softly on the face, and prepared herself for her own job, covering up her soft silky underthings under her clothes and tucking her long hair under a silk head-scarf. Amna stayed in Aunt Salim’s bed all morning, relishing the silky softness of the sheets and the luxury of her free day. She hadn’t been up very long when her aunt returned from work. She was sitting in her knickers and bra, her feet drawn up beneath her, watching an imported soap opera whose banality.