’ ‘Why?’ ‘You are my sister, I’m here to look out for you and protect you. Not to be sucked off by you.’ ‘I get that but I think there i...s a connection between us that we formed in the shower. No matter how morally wrong people think it is.’ ‘I felt that too. I’m attracted to you. You are beautiful. I love you’re blonde hair, you’re smell and you’ve got a really sexy body. I was picturing you naked with Cindy when you had my dick in your mouth.’ ‘You’ve never seen me naked have you?’ ‘Nope. I. The patch of shimmery cloth across the crotch barely hid the rich curls of her lightly colored pubic hair.Over this she pulled a skirt so short that when she walked it flipped up enough to reveal the plush bulges of her asscheeks made by the tight line of her panties.And the sweater, one full size too small, molded over her tits, making them appear even larger than they already were.When she was finished she appraised herself in the full-length mirror behind her closet door. It had been a. Rosy aunty has two daughters the elder one Sicily and younger one Tessy.Sicily is my age but Tessy is 3 years younger to us and initially I did not have any sort of attractions or fantasies towards Rosy Aunty but it so happened that, Tessy the younger one was a chronic asthma patient her husband was not at home that particular night and Tessy got an asthma attack. Rosy aunty was in a soup as she had to take Tessy to the hospital and at that hour of the night there was no auto rickshaws there. . Each had been upholstered with a rich brocade, and as many as not had gold tassels hanging from them. The walls and ceiling were stone, the floor tiled with veiny marble. Pristine alabaster columns reached up towards the cavernous ceiling, though a few were short and had statues or antiques set atop them. Rich tapestries hung from two of the walls. Some were portraits, others commemorated battles, while still others depicted pastoral settings. Oil paintings of similar subjects bedecked the.