"Oh sister, you reallydid a nice job on him. Is it possible for me to try him?" Well why not, say pet here's a chance to serve my sister, would you li...kethat?" Yes please Stephanie," I answered and went over to treat her instead. I was now excited up to over my ears and delighted in her sweet taste, after she had quickly drawn her panties down and spread her legs in anticipation, motioning me to get under her skirt. Soon I heard her panting heavily just like first her sister would do and I was. We rented our house from my wife's brother. My future was as bleak as my past. Life sucks.Mildred held up a little bit better than I did. She did some kind of exercises on a regular basis. She also watched her weight better than I did. She had to stay in shape, so she could pick up guys.Now I don't want to make things sound worse than they really were. Mildred was not going out and constantly picking up guys to have sex with. She was discreetly having affairs. It was only one guy at a time, and. She scolded me heavily and said till you are here; you should obey me only and forced me to change to lungi. Without any options left, I went to the bathroom, removed my pant and wore the lungi, with much hesitation came out of the bathroom. My aunt’s daughter was also studying 10th at that time and I was ashamed to come before her wearing a lungi. My aunt came back and gave an irritated look at me and said “you don’t even understand my simple words? why the hell are you wearing the shirt for?. She raised one leg and I could see the panties clinging to her wet choot. My lund started growing. It felt uncomfortable in my underwear. I put my hand in and straightened it out. I was excited. Her hand had been on my lodda many times and I wanted her to touch me. ‘Choddo gay behan aaj, bheya darlind’, she commanded rather than ask. I was speechless. I knew what it was. But my didi? Why not, I thought. I mumbled something. She took that as yes bad moved towards me moving her hips around. She.