On the way, she was looking at me funny. Since I was holding her, her face was very close.Kumari smelled me. I wasn’t wearing any perfume still she ...aid, “You smell nice.”Inside my hotel room, we ordered dinner and started eating. Kumari had stopped crying. She continued with the story.“My father did not love me. He was training me. One day he brought a stranger into our house. His name was Subhash. He said he’s my mother’s ex-boyfriend. He was there for one night. We had dinner, we talked and. He comments about my pantyhose that he can see I am already wearing and asks if he can have a proper look. I open my dressing gown to reveal my stiff cock and he compliments me on my choice of pantyhose. I invite him to join me and he begins to undress and then he pulls on a pair of sheer to the waist black pantyhose, arranging his stiffening cock up along the front seam of the pantyhose. There is another knock at the door and closing my dressing gown again I open the door to find another of my. "That, and the fact that you are my sister so everything you do is doubly kinky." So I only have to try half as hard to turn you on?" she surmises."Everything you do turns me on." He kisses her mouth."Don’t, I've been puking all day." She tries to move away."How about I get you one of your favorite popsicles to sooth your throat," he suggests. "Maybe one each for your sore ass and cunt too." I don’t think we have any more of those," she informs him."Well then I'll go to the store and get you. It turns out that we weren't quite as aligned as I thought. Me being a moderate democrat and her being a very liberal progressive. This led to several minutes of spirited debate and a little playful banter. Politics aside, the questions turned to a more personal nature. Turns out we are from towns only about 45 minutes apart. We talked about high school experiences, our friends, our mutual love of sports and animals. We talked about our families, our life goals and finally we moved to our.