They were to be back after a week. My mom had arranged my food and washing of clothes to Indhu and she agreed to it happily.She called me home for din...er for that evening. I wasn’t too friendly with her but we gradually started to talk and became more friendly. Later in the night I was thinking of her and send her a text message “good night dear”. She didn’t respond to it.Next day in the morning I woke by my phone’s beep, it was a message from Indhu “good morning dear”. I was happy to see her. ..he continue to suck my swollen clit until I start to shake out of control and I yell oh baby I'm cumming, oh yea that's it, that's it, oh fuck I'm cummingggggggggggggg (WHEW), I regain my composure and tell him to lay down on the table so that mommy can repay the favor.I pull his pants down just in time to see a massive amount of precum coming out of the head, I waste no time licking it up (waste not want not I always say) lol, I take the head him my mouth and suck the tip for a while enjoy. That’s what I’m trying to teach you.”“I love kissing you,” she admitted. “It makes me feel so special.”“I love kissing you too,” said her brother. “It makes me want to have sex with you, though.”She was shocked, and sat up.“I would never do that!” she gasped.“I’m just telling you how it makes me feel,” said Bobby, lying back harmlessly. “You need to understand that’s how boys feel. Kissing is fun, but it leads to wanting other things.”She was quite aware of that, except that it somehow seemed. He might—The springs of her mattress groaned under considerable weight and her heart stammered right along side it. What felt like a million questions flooded her mind all at once. How should she breathe? Should her mouth be slightly open? How long should she wait before clueing him in to the fact she was awake? You’re so beautiful when you sleep.The thought pierced her consciousness like a knife through warm butter. That was a good comparison. Exactly how she felt. Warm. Exposed. Vulnerable..