My cousin lubna opened the door and said, “ aree bhaiya, eto din pore amader kotha mone porlo, kemon acho, vitore aso.” I entered the living room,...sat on the sofa and said, “ tomra kemon acho? Mami kothay? Mama office theke fire ni?” Rupali said,”ammu kitchen, ar abbu business er kaje chittagong geche tin din pore firbe.” In the mean time mukta aunty entered the room and said,”aree raja kemon achis? Basar sobai kemon ache? Onek din pore eli, rasta vule naki?” I just laughed to her question.. Which left me and my step sister whom is 23 with there house. Andaccording to a judge I was left would be left into my step sisters care onlybecause my real mother was in prison on crack cocaine charges and we I had noother relatives close by. For the first year everything went fine but by thetime I was seventeen things began to change around my house. My Step sister hadjust broke up with her boyfriend and was a bit drunk. ?Hey fagot? she yelled atme I just ignored her ?hey faggot I?m talking. I realised how much of my previous life, as I thought of it, had been wasted, just because the society I lived in didn't approve. So I determined to make up for lost time. Now, I was back to my usual self. A bit shy, but comfortable in situations where I knew I was among people who didn't think I was odd or bad. Up till now, I'd never been in the situation where the person I lusted after didn't even understand lesbianism existed.2. Heating the ReactantsOne day, I heard her tell someone it was. Brittany screamed slowly and as I fucked her ass faster the louder she got. I reached forward, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. I could feel her body start to shake once more and I could tell by the way her ass was gripping my cock that she was close to another orgasm. Harry started to grunt too, and get short of breath. I pound Brittany’s ass hard and fast, her body shaking as she moaned. Her body convulsed frantically, shaking uncontrollably as I buried my cock as deep into her.