My sister (Sidhi (name changed)) used to get dressed up in a saree, put on make-up and wear her high heels. I used to take pictures of her after she g...t dressed and used to masturbate later. Anyway, this time was my lucky one.As usual, the family came, they sat and talked etc etc.. after they had gone, my parents went out to a dinner party leaving my sister and I alone at home. We have always been close and we sat and discussed about the guy who had come to see her. Sidhi was looking damn sexy. He dropped his pants to the floor and removed his socks and underwear. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the light when he came in. Now he reached out and flipped his stereo on, keeping it quiet so his mom wouldn’t come down the hall and start bitching at him. Flopping down naked on his bed, pale light from the streetlamp pooling on his sheets, he thought about her. Tonight was the first time he’d seen anyone over at her place. And getting it on with her, no. Done being lost and isolated. Done being without Daisy Jones. Daisy Jones: the dark-haired vixen that stole his heart in the third grade when she dared to steal his G.I. Joe after he pulled her pigtails. He knew that he was a rough man. Being hard to get along with was one of his finer qualities. But the truth was that Jake was a shell, a hollow man that saw nothing, heard nothing and felt nothing. Except Daisy. She was his light. His air. It’s time to start breathing, Jake thought. . Then she released me but by that time i lost some steel in my rod. She pushed me down on the bed and started licking my nipples and biting them gently. Slowly she travelled down and again took both my nuts in her mouth and started teasing them with her tongue. When the rod was back in hardness she straddled me and moved over me with her great tits jiggling. I held them in my hands and kept caressing the nips. She moved without stopping for bereath and i could not hold much longer. I grabbed her.