Whadda say love?”“What?” Hannah’s ears could barely believe what she was hearing.“Well, you did say we could work something out. It’s only...a little flash of your bosoms, no harm done, right?”“Erm, well ... but not right here, surely? Everyone will see.” The cabbie caught sight of Hannah’s grimaced face in the rear-view mirror as she debated her dilemma.“Nah nah love, I know somewhere a bit more private, ain’t no one else gonna see em. I mean, you’re in a bit of a situation here aren’t ya, I’m. I began to focus on the various feelings on my skin... the beat of the water jets, the slickness of the soap, the delicious roughness of the loofa pad as I gently scrubbed my skin guided only by touch. God, I was getting myself hot... I could feel the wetness of my pussy even with the water running over me... The touch of the loofa as I ran it over my bald privates was like an electric shock, focusing my erotic thoughts. I opened my eyes briefly and looked around... still alone... and I did it. Few seem to be true but how does it matter. But yes incest happens in our society and I guess it happens pretty often. I still believe it doesn’t happen between blood relatives but cousins and bhabhis etc it happens very often.When I recall my life so I see with most of my cousin sisters I had something at least. With some just kissing, boobs or fingering or with some it went to last extent. Reason for this I believe is easy access, closeness which you don’t get with outsiders so easily and. Everything else remained the same. When I met Monica, she had just turned twelve. By the time she cameto live with me she was just past thirteen. When we became lovers, shewas almost fourteen. I know she’s young, but under the circumstances,I may as well enjoy myself, because Monica is having a fine time. Itmay be a poor excuse, but sexually I did nothing and do nothing withouther full approval and cooperation. In fact, she is usually the instigator. The only thing I have.