I pushed his hand away for fear somebody may see it but he was persistant. He put his hand underneath my half saree and was pressing my boob. I got we... in my panty. He moved my hand and placed it on the zip of the bermuda. There was a bulge. He is younger to me by 5 years and how dare that he touches with with sex in mind. I am afterall his sister, cousin sister of course. He was unhooking my blouse and inserting his fingers from under the bra. I helped him by unhooking my bra and released my. Despite my size advantage I underestimated her strength.I smiled realizing further restraint would be necessary. Finally she began to call for me, her mother, to comehelp her. Still not realizing that the force sexuallyassaulting her was the very person who loved her most inall the world. At last I leaned close to her ear and whispered. “Stoppedscreaming I’m here.”“Mother?” she whispered back.Standing, I turned on the lights and faced her. Her eyeswidened as she. Thankfully none of our guests were in close proximity so I didn't fear being overheard. "Yeah?"He slowly and deliberately picked up a bun and slid the wiener into the crevice. "There's something I'd like to do." What's that?" In hindsight, I would like to say I was focused on cooking not the innuendo."Fuck you."I was startled by his frank delivery.He squirted some mayonnaise along the length of the sheathed hotdog. "You've fucked me a few times and it was great. I want you to feel that and I'd. What are you talking about?" She was angry and her color rose."He didn't tell you? Pity. My brother was such a fool. I suppose he was waiting until you were older or engaged to be married, then he would have to tell. Damn'd shame." I was enjoying myself, I must admit, watching her mystified face.She found a blue robe at the foot of her bed and shrugged into it, covering my delighted view of her wonderful body. Since I was sure I would soon own that body, I resolved to be patient. Curiously, I.