One night she came to the door instead of her daughter or her daughter's American "friend" .On this night she made Smalltalk, I put it down to the alc...hol I could smell on her breath. She asked me my name, said she knew my family, it’s a small town, everyone knows everyone, I’d have been more surprised if she hadn't known my family. She asked what age I was and I told her I would be 16 in a few weeks, this being the beginning of June 1978. “ I’ll need to give you an extra special tip next week. I wondered if she had seen the almost kiss I had with our mother. While holding her in my arms was amazing, I realized I had two girls who want my love.Breaking me from my slight reverie, was the sounds of my mother, two bedrooms away getting it hard from Dad. That could mean that our embrace got her all hot and bothered.Hearing her put me back in the moment and I began the final moments of my first time with my 15 year old sister. While thrusting I began to kiss her again, only this time it. "Why not your boyfriend or even Bradley. He did Dawn’s.”“I wouldn’t trust my boyfriend. He has a beard anyway. Bradley suggested you. He said it would keep you busy while he was fucking your wife,” she answered. “Razor and foam are in the bathroom.”“It would probably be easier doing it in the bathroom. I’ll need lots of water.”“Whatever,” she told him as she turned and headed for the bathroom.Trish stood in the bath and he took the shower head down and wet her mound with warm water before. She supported both our expenses with her salary.She used to cook food for me and will go to school by 8.00 PM and return by 5.00 PM. As we have only one room, we have to change our dress in the same room where we sleep. The bathroom or kitchen is too small for my sister to change her sarees.In the first few days, I moved to another room or move out when she changes her saree. But mostly, she cooks food only in a paavadai/petticoat wrapped around her boobs in the morning. She has to take a bath.