.i was so horny i put the blanket over me, pulled down my shorts and started jerking off right there and she didnt notice it. I gradualy started watch...ng incest porn and started getting more and more hornier ,i would hug her and try to feel her up ,,when ever she would go for a bath i would be waiting outside so that i can see her in her bra and panties and she was quite open she never minded changing her clothes infront of me ,maybe because she thought i was still a kid.My mom never worked and. Thinking about them finding me like this drove my fingers faster around my nub and two fingers slowly slipped inside. I reached climax but I wasn’t done yet.“I need more,” I thought to myself and got up from my place with horniness blinding my shame or fear of being caught in such a compromising position.I walked over to a ledge overlooking a small forest, my fingers still deep inside me.“Hmm, I should check out that place sometime,” I thought.As I continued to finger myself, my left hand now. He walked to the table and then told me to come over to the couch and take off his boots. I crawled as quickly as I could and knelt at his feet. I removed his boots, trying to judge his temperament. From his text I could not tell if he was in a playful mood or in a mood to punish. I would find out soon enough. I set his boots aside. “Face the front door and let me see that asshole,” he told me. I was confused by his request, but I knew from experience not to question it. I turned, on all fours. I left the room and joined with other family members helping them with the marriage works. Later that evening, Sarita asked me “How was your orgasm?” I was shocked.Me: Nikela telusu? (How did you know?)Sarita: nenu niku akkaney. Intake evarito enti? (I am your sister. Who did you fantasize about?)Me: NoneI snapped from that place immediately. All of us shifted to the wedding hall a day before marriage. All the blankets and beds were taken. Most of the clothes also. The wedding hall is a bit far.