Waise reetu asli hai mai bhi asli hu aur sachme meri behen chuddakad hai.But ye story jo mai batane jara hu wo story original hai. Isme koi masala ya ...twist wagerah nahi hai, bus mai jo asliyat me hua hai wo bataunga.Meri behen reetu itni sexy hai ki jiski had nahi. Mai dusro ke jaisa sirfira nahi jo apni hi behen ko chode, thats disgusting. But mera lawda tab khada ho jata hai jab mai sochta hu ki meri behen uske college ke ladko se, awwaara ladke, strangers aur even auto rickshaw wala se. " Are you sure you want to try to take him by yourself, Harry? I know this man and he is an animal and has hurt a lot of people over the years. He has never used a weapon, just his hands and feet. No offense, Harry, but you're getting up in years and he is a young man." Shorty, I have a few advantages he doesn't know about and this won't be the first time I have done this on my own. He deserves what's going to happen to him and I will be the one who takes him down. All of you heard what he did. She cleaned up as best she could, and went back into the bar in time to be held securely from behind. ‘Okay?’ Billy’s voice sounded strange in her ear. ‘Yes,’ she said breathily. ‘Just some spilled soda.’ She turned her head and smiled tentatively at him. ‘Would you like another?’ he asked, looking solicitously down at her. ‘Something stronger?’ he wondered, when she hesitated. ‘No, no!’ she said. ‘I’m fine!’ The little pause, about to get awkward, was broken by Billy’s voice in her ear. ‘Let’s. Before I could collect my wits, the dark body – I mean Birch – and the knife were gone, running away through the woods. I was tempted to follow, but as soon as I took a step, I realised I had enough problems of my own. I pulled my trousers up as best I could. It was rather pointless really, as I had to drop them again to crouch and collect my books. With my broken backpack in one hand, barely able to contain the books now, and the other holding up my pants, I stumbled home, looking behind.