I ran my hands through my hair, and tried to rub the sleep from my eyes. I’d been sat here for hours, waiting for someone to take my statement. ‘S...m?’ a soft Scottish voice called my name, and I looked up into a pair of chocolate brown eyes, and a gentle smile. ‘Follow me.’ The voice said, and I was led into a nearby interview room. ‘I’m Detective Inspector Peter Carlisle’ he said, introducing himself. ‘I believe you know what happened?’ Getting confidence from his smile, I took a deep breath,. This is my first story on Indian Sex Stories , forgive me for all my mistakes, and please do inbox me all your questions and reviews at .Neah (name changed), she is the sex goddess in this story, 5’7″ (35-24-34)This happened couple of months ago when i’d gone to goa, that night we were drunk at the beach and I decided to go around and explore, which led me into red frog (pub), that’s were I saw neha for the first time she was sitting there on the couch with her legs crossed, very lady like,. I had to getup and go to the bathroom to relieve myself.The next morning Rahul was a normal son again and never hinted me. On the other hand I felt a bit shy and avoided him touching me. Rahul never touched me either.But in the night Rahul is back by my side and onto my body as soon as his father hit the snore track. This time he went far to open my blouse and caress my naked breasts and he even lifted my saree and petticoat to caress my mound and my thighs. I thought he would finger-fuck me. Although you never could judge him by his looks, not even by the feel of his arms, you just had to know him, like I did. He was everything I had always wanted to be. I think he was why I never really had many friends. Having a brother like him probably set my standards on others a little too high. As long as I had him though, I was always happy.I fell asleep to that thought, or at least that was the last thought I remember before my cognition kicked off. From the happy memories of years before,.