“You’re always taking care of me. I’m the big s!ster. I’m supposed to take care of you!”* * *The flight up was un-eventful. Smooth skies and...clear weather. We rented a car at the airport and got a room, with two queen beds, close to the beach. It was off season and way too cold to swim, but the clear water was nice to walk near.That night after dinner we hit a couple of tourist joints and came back to the motel a bit tipsy.My s!ster was acting a little strange, but I assumed it was the liquor. From time to time she would move a part of her body to give him greater access. Larry knelt on the floor as she opened her legs wide to allow him to run the towel up and down the inside of her thighs. Are... are you nervous?” he asked breaking the silence. “It’s more of a nervous excitement, I would say,” she responded. “Reminds me in a way of the first time with you. I knew that I was going to let you have sex with me and I was nervously excited thinking about what was about to happen.” . Some were staring at my back some at boobs some at my navel and some at my hips in the way I am walking. My boobs were bouncing when I walk. We met the couple congratulate them and then the groom said to my husband bhabhi nahi yeh rakhel hi sahi. I pissed when he used to world rakhel. He also asked my husband what’s my charge per night. I was so pissed with his words. And we left from that area and my husband took my near the bar where his boss was drinking. He introduce me to his boss as his. He was totally focused on her, and seemed oblivious to all else. Instead of being jealous, I found it kind of an erotic turn on. I think that was the first time I ever considered her being with another man.This fantasy started that day with a casual passing glance, but rooted itself in my brain as a seed continued to grow. I began to cultivate this vision of her being with other men a bit at a time. After time, It was actually becoming more of a full-blown obsession. I did manage to keep it to.