We rarely wore many clothes around the house, especially during summer. I would not usually wear a shirt, and she would often wear a bathing suit top ...ith very short denim shorts or something. I would look down at her cleavage a lot, and she would often catch me. She would never let it slide either. She was never angry about it, but would never let it go by without some comment, like “hey I’m your sister” or “I should be charging you for that”. Fortunately, she never saw when I was staring at. Being a cricketer, I had a good physique which I maintained well as I was also good in Modern Dances. I stand 5’8 in ht with a relatively fair colour. My asset though is my charmness. I had heard ppl saying I can win situations just by my smartness. And I had a great sense of humour too. Off to the story.Being a part of N.E monsoon region, our city gets rains which makes movement terrible with flooded roads. I as any other chennaite used to curse these rains until I got what is gonna be the. He rubbed her pussy again through her soaking panties and she sighed and raised her hips signaling he should take off her panties. This was very arousing for him as he slipped them down her legs and he gasped as he saw her beautiful shaved pussy for the first time, glistening with her juices, her plump and engorged lips begging to be eaten out. The windows were clear and looked out on two sides on the London night. Beth wondered if any voyeur could see them and smiled to herself that she didn’t. ‘You wouldn’t stand a chance in court, boy. There’s really nothing you can do.’ I taunted him, even letting my torso jiggle a little to really rub it in. He looked me up and down again and smiled. ‘I’ll make you a deal.’ ‘What sort of deal?’ ‘If I can make it from that corner,’ he pointed, ‘to your house in ten seconds or less, you’ll drop the suit.’ It would have been impossible for a car to make it that distance in so short a time. There was no harm in giving the pest a reason to leave.