I didn't protest out loud, I knew it wouldn't do any good. I decided to save my breath until someone could hear my screams, my brother began to stroke...my body with the oiled glove. At first, I steeled my mind from the activity between my legs, I shut off all thought and retreated into a mental shell, a turtle hiding from danger. I could feel nothing physical, Carson's hand between my legs was blocked out. That lasted until the bumps on the finger pads of the glove brushed across my clit. The. .aah..sshhh..fuck me..fuck me”. I had gone up and was looking into her eyes to smooch. She pulled me closer and we started to smooch. It continued for 5 more minutes. Shweta dragged down and pulled out my shorts completely. Now I was naked and she was in her trousers.We stopped kissing. As I was going down, she pulled me back and said, “Never felt this good with my boyfriend” and started smooching again.My hands were on the buttons of her trouser and her hands on my throbbing dick. While trying. My cunt clenched, and I forced myself out of bed.Robotically, I prepared for my day, until I got to selecting my clothes. I pulled out a low-cut blouse, and wondered if he'd appreciate the view in that one. That was when I realized I was planning on eating at the same restaurant again today. That was when I realized how bound up in his web I'd become.Did he do anything to deserve my confusion or my passion? Or did he just stumble over some trigger, some thing lying dormant in me that realized. Two weeks after my parents got married, my dad met with an accident and was injured on his private part that he lost erection and sexual desire was out. It was only an organ for peeing. Now my mother was a fully grown sexy maiden who was left in the lurch. My uncle came to know about it when he had visited us at Hyderabad. My parents and uncle sat together to solve the problem, he was only 20 yrs then, but built like a bull. My father decided to leave my mother and uncle together and went out.