I didn’t mean to hurt you. Did I? I’m just a little on edge about them leaving. We’ve always been close. Forgive me?’ ‘There’s nothing to ...orgive,’ I said. The flame I felt for her flickered. I just stared at her. Who was Sandi, anyway? What was I doing with her? We sat in silence for a minute, surprised by the surge of emotion on family issues. I couldn’t let the giddy happiness and anticipation slip away. ‘Deep breath time, OK?’ I said. We both took exaggerated deep breaths and exhaled. At. Got him to wash hair out, then sluice off my back. Washed his. I think back and that was a pretty smooth move, getting a bit of actual physical contact out of this. I made a sort of obvious deal out of washing off my little tootie. And then, another thoughtful move, I climbed the ladder ahead of him. Slowly.Inside the screen, toweled off, noted his protests. Made statement about nudity. His erection comes and goes. Oops, that’s fertile ground for another double entendre, isn’t it?Truth. It does. He begins pumping his hard cock in and out my softness. I try to keep a clear head and squeeze my muscles to give him the pussy hugs he enjoys. His moans tell me he feels my efforts.He fucks me so good I can't just lay there and take the fucking. I have to move - meet his thrust with my own. He grabs my hips and helps us get our rhythm. It is a push-and-pull dance that we do so well. Grabbing my hips tightly, he keeps his cock deep inside with each thrust. My screams begin. His pounding. Mahesh is ok looking, 6 feet tall but I knew he was useless. I knew it from the moment I saw him. But Anjali was blind in love! The idiot sister of mine realised her blunder, I think, on her wedding night. Mahesh proved to be a wimp, a namard, a hijra (impotent)! I heard Anjali didi telling my mother a few days after her wedding. She did not tell anything to anyone before because she thought that Mahesh might not be able to fuck my sister properly because of initial nervousness. But the fact is.