Hmare pass 5kille jmeen thi jis se hmara khrcha asha chal rha tha . Ghr ka sara kaam mma or kheto ka mai or dada smbhalte the. . Muje incest story bhu... ashi lgdi thi . But mai apni anty ko chahta tha jiske chutaad kaafi bde or breast to.Possho matt bt uska rang sawla tha lekin uska figur kmaal tha. Kyi waar maine unhe nnga b dekha tha . Unka ghar hmare ghr k sahm e tha . Mai unke name ki muth b mara krta tha .Ek di raat ko kheto mai paani lgana tha to dada ji abh etne k liye nhi the. To mom. Brown had been witness again. She had been and changed, gone were those gorgeous black stockings. Her hand held the hem of her beautifully pleated dress skirt, just high enough at the front to show me she now wore a bikini, or maybe a one-piece, I could not tell at this stage. She inched it farther up, ever so slowly, revealing a high cut design at the crotch. More pubic hair was extremely visible now, much more so than with her black lacy panties. Over her shoulder she had a towel, apparently. .. I can't,... please don't make me,... oh God you have to stop!” she stammered.I pulled her back on top of me, cradling her head on my chest and stroking her hair. “Calm down, baby, relax, rest, sleep,” I whispered as I caressed her.The worst of the storm had passed. It was still raining hard, but the thunder and lightening had moved away. Soon, I could hear Liz's gentle breathing as she slept in my arms.I guess I dozed off too. I became aware of a soft pair of lips gently kissing my neck. My knees became weak, my breathing shallow, but entirely in the direction I wanted this to go. He pulled back, grabbed my hand and lead me towards the back of the barn. We started kissing again, things picking up where we had just left off. It was behind a barn, so it was dirty, there was hay, around. (He was building this barn for someone else, and we were getting hot in heavy behind it. The thought that he built it, was building it for someone else, made it all so hot!). I didn’t want to.