” It was true. The girl had only menstruated once or twice before I first had her, and now her courses had stopped. There was no attempt at making a...market of me, all needed was to get her right again. The elder took Martha to a fortune-teller, and she got better of her difficulty. I borrowed money of my aunt and, giving Martha all I could, went back to London. She left the neighbourhood.I saw Martha two years afterwards, when visiting again my aunt; she was in household service, and was out. “And then one day I went to the bus station...”She giggled. “Once upon a time...”“Almost is, baby.”“I like being ‘baby’. It’s different being ‘baby’ to you than it was with Grandma.”“I love you differently than your Grandma.”“I hope so, Bob,” she said.We paid the ticket, left, had a discussion about whether we needed to stop anywhere on the way home.“Nope. Take me home.”Not that much of a discussion.Once home, we went in separate directions, me to my bathroom, she to hers. I’m fast. Shower,. Full, good full... it doesn’t hurt now.”I pulled her up onto my chest and started to move. I thrusted in and out of my sister. Soon I felt her about to cum again. I held on as long as I could and when the twitching slowed I pulled out and came all over her back. We sat and there, her on me, my cock slowly sinking down her butt. I grabbed my T-shirt and wiped her off so it wouldn’t drip down. She fell asleep and I watched the movie. When she woke up we watched a few more. She made me watch. I use to see there hip through her saree gap and her one size boobs use to b seen most of the time but covered with her blouse after that I was much interested in doing sex with her so daily morning. I use to go to her shop by morning 5.30 no one will be in road and in her house also her husband and son will be sleeping she use to wake up by 5.30 and use to clean her house entrance and use to put some (kolam in Tamil) that time I use to go there just to see her body as I talk to her. I just go.