My wife though would daily have chit-chats with her over the phone for hours and also occasionally drive to meet her.I mostly tried to excuse myself f...om these meetings as I wanted to settle down on work and lifestyle.After almost six months of a blast, I had restricted my conversations with my my sister-in-law to just a few formal chats. The sparks did light up a few times whenever we were having a look at our marriage videos and albums.Vidhya looked mesmerizing in her saree and suit during. This is me. I lightly pinch my nipple. Sometimes it is hard to feel beautiful. I have read the comments sections on Twitter, on Flickr, when I post my pictures. They call me a whore, a slut, a cunt. They call me ugly. They tell me I'm a worthless piece of shit. Even the words they use are hard and sharp and cacophonous: fuck, cock, tit, cunt. I don't care. They are avatars to me. They are blocks of pixels. I love soft words. Pussy is a soft word. Kiss is a soft word. Sigh. Cum. Lovely. I put. She became vary angry and she said she is leaving.Then I told her about my lust and offered her a costly necklace then finally she give up. At night 11.30 pm I called dad and said she agreed then he said ok we do it now. I said we will do it tomorrow then he said girls mind will change any time we can’t take that risk now come to my room with vidhya. I followed his ordersWhen we enter into parents room my father started to undress mother sitting in the bed she was looking downI wasted no time I. But now what she was wearing my mind ticked off and thoughts of fucking her rough and hardcore filled up my mind, but than I was very scared because she was my sister and than if something went wrong my family would have got embarrassed.So I was thinking and thinking and suddenly when I opened my eyes I realized that I had fallen asleep since past 3 hours and than my eyes came on Ayesha and she was sleeping tight without her blanket and as her t shirt was loose it had came up and was exposing.