I turned her face towards me. I wiped her tears trying to make eye contact. “I love you, sister, with my heart. So I did this to you. I don’t want...to hurt you.” She seemed relaxed. I slowly kept my lips on her pink lips and starts sucking her lips after some time.She also starts responding and smooching me like a professional kisser. Suddenly she bit my lower lip very hard. It was bleeding like hell, my blood was all over the bed sheet along with her blood from pussy. We forgot Ruchi. She was. I got used to her new wardrobe when it was just me and her but she would quickly put on her regular clothes if we had visitors or when her mom was to be home. I couldn’t believe I found myself looking forward to our time alone being able to see her budding breast and her little girl panties.Thoughts of how my little girl was growing up often distracted me while we were together, seems like I was always waiting for another opportunity to catch a peek of her cotton wrapped mound or a peek of her. Then I just hugged her from behind and grabbed her boob and turned her and planted a deep kiss in her lips and started to press her boobs in one hand and inserted my another hand in to saree and rubbed her pussy she resisted first and then she started to kiss me hardly and sucked my tongue and in no time we are tasting our tongues then she inserted her hand into my pant and slowly grabbed my balls and started to smooch it.Then I slowly removed her saree, then removed my shirt and she started to. That will be saved for later. Two fingers, fucking my pussy, and in my other hand rests a soapy washcloth. I deprive my pussy of my fingers and I let the hot stream of the showerhead tease my nipples and clit. The drumming of the stream nearly distracts me, but I regain focus. Using the washcloth, I roughly scrub my nipples, the dark areolas, and my pussy, sensitizing those areas for the next step in my quest for stress relief and sexual pleasure. I am so sensitive, as I rinse my delicate body.