” Bindu squeezed my bosom and winked at me. I simply winked at my sister and said nothing. I did not want her to know that my young stus was her own...son. That day in the afternoon, I went in search of Pappu. He had gone to play cricket and just as I was leaving, my jiju took me in his powerful arms. He mistok me for Bindu. He had hugged me from behind and his cock was pressing between my asscheeks. “Ohhh Jijju its me, your sali (sister in law) not your gharwali(wife). Leave me alone jijju” But. He grabs your lathered sponge and rubs it against your breast. You slowly slide it around the bottom of your breast and back up to the top. The sponge catches your hard nipples, which sends shivers through your body. Lowering his hands onto your stomach, you feel the warm water release and run between your legs. The water makes you softly moan. You imagine his hand touching yours and placing it just above your hot pussy. He guides your hand over your clit as. I was glad he was holding me now. I didn’t know whether I could support myself at this point, I was so weak with need. ‘Grab a hold of my neck,’ he whispered against my mouth. As soon as I did as he asked, I felt those hands on my back move to unclasp my bra. He stopped kissing me for a moment and stared into my eyes as he slowly slid the straps down my arms, unwinding my limbs from his neck as he did so. My first instinct was to hide myself. I’d never been so exposed before, and part of me was. It was all I could say, the sensation was not like anything I had experienced before, even with all the anal I’ve gone through lately. This was different. “You certainly look like you’re enjoying it.” She said as I felt a finger gently run along my pussy lips. I was wet. The excitement of walking to the room with it in had turned me on and I could feel the moisture when I had sat down. Now my pussy was exposed and all three could see how wet I actually was. Cheryl stopped and I stood up and.