“You need to talk about it, damn it! It’s gnawing at you and I can’t leave it alone knowing it’s killing you.”“How would you know what it�...��s like to have something gnawing at you?!” she roared at me and something broke in me.I stared at her and something inside me snapped. I could feel all the air in my chest constrict and my eyes glazed over with tears, blurring her face as I started to shake. “You think I don’t KNOW?!!? I killed Miranda!” I hissed back. “I had her thrown off her own balcony. I. I was interested in my elder Sister, Mona, from my teenage. In fact, I had my first experience of masturbation, thinking only about her. I used to carry all sorts of fantasy about her – which I used to discuss with one of my cousin, who was of same age. We used to masturbate thinking about my sexy sister.Things passed, my sister got married, became the mother of two kids, but my lust for her continued. The incident I am narrating here, happened when my sister was 32, I was 28. That night we. I cupped his balls in my hand and they were a nice size as well, they were the size of small plums. As I cupped his balls I noticed that cock started too grown and harden the big fella’ must be enjoying himself. I pulled my hand from his crotch and admired my handy work, not that I could see it, but I had a slight suspicion that it would work. I tried to pull down the rest of his body suit while I was standing up but it still wasn’t going anywhere so I decided to kneel down in front of him. When in the night everyone was asleep I requested her to move to the toilet. I went to the toilet first and kept the door little open and waited for her. She came, she was little scared but the lust and heat drew her towards me. I closed the door and immediately kissed her. She held me tightly in her arms and I was busy in pulling up her sari. It was very difficult inside a train toilet to fuck. We managed. It was western style to our advantage. She took out my dick which was raging by this.