I knew Arvind had the habit to drink alcohol so I already bought one bottle for him. At first, he refused but I insisted as it was enjoyment and vacat...on time. So kids slept and I, Arvind and Sangeeta sat in the Living room sharing stories with alcohol for him and soft drinks for me and Sangeeta. I didn’t know how much my brother drinks but after an hour he started acting like a drunk person. So we took him to the bedroom and made him sleep. I always knew my brother was a sound sleeper he. Just like earlier, her hands find her nipples as pleasure flows over her body. She pinches and tweaks as John sucks on her little clit. It isn't long before Kenny is trying to hold back wild moans, as she grows closer to orgasm. John smiles and without warning, slides two if his thick fingers into her soaked pussy. She lets out a gasp as he starts to finger her. "Shhhh," he says with a coy smile, "you don’t want to wake your sister, do you?" She shakes her head, but can’t help but moan more. The only complain, if any, was this highly developed sex drive that she had even at that tender age. Always a very intelligent student she knew even at that age, that her condition was called nymphomania.But she would have choosen that nymphomania over the revelation she was hit with today, on her 17th birthday. The truth about her birth, about her past and about the destiny her father saved her from.Her father Ramakanth was a bureaucrat who was at heart a very good man. He was not always an. Meanwhile, her hand groped towards my rock-hard cock, gently grabbed the plump, half-frozen glans and moved the foreskin back and forth, very slowly. Finally, my right hand went further down over her belly down to the hairline above her pussy and further down, where it was quite slippery not only because of the sweat. Carefully I spread her lips a little and inserted her index finger, she moaned again softly...We didn't know each other, but we felt she wanted it, I wanted it, just pure.