If you think I’m an incarnation of your sister, it’s sick and I want nothing to do with it.’ ‘You’re not,’ he said, miserably. ‘I’m no... what?’ I asked. ‘You’re not an incarnation of my sister,’ he said. ‘Then what is this?’ ‘Look, Caroline. I loved my sister. Part of me died when she did. There has been a hole in my heart ever since. I was frustrated at my own impotence to stop what was happening to her, my complete inability to help her, to heal her, to protect her. Certainly it has had an. I had no warning.I became aware that the equilibrium of my little world was being changed.Lying on my right side my dulled senses noticed a movement behind me.A vague sense of the duvet being lifted caused me no alarm,even when I felt the bed tilt under me.Gradually becoming more aware I heard the rustle of movement in the bed.Contact!Warm feelings flushed through my body as I felt her body conform to mine.I could detect a myriad of sensations flowing over me as her hand slowly moved down my. She sat down carefully on top of it, her gaze turning to the surf ahead of her. The soft crash of the waves on the shore made her feel sleepy, but she resisted the urge to nap.If would be any second now and she didn't want to miss it.She remembered the first time she came out here. The cold wind was blowing in off the water, pushing the heat back in land.Behind her were the sounds of the party still going on. She turned to look and should still see the dull glow of the dance floor just behind. Ni diyamaine uss k soft gulabi hont par apne hont rakh diye toh uss k hont bht garamthe usse kiss karne k baad maine uss se pucha ki kaisa laga toh uss ne kaha kacha laga toh mai usse phir se kiss karne laga aur sath mai uss k boobs dabanelaga aur vo bhi meri kiss ko respond karne lagi toh mai uss ki shirt utarnelaga aur shirt utar k mai uss k boobs bra k upar se dabane aur chusne lagamaujhe bht maza aa raha tha aur maine jabi uss ki bra utarde aur uss kboobs itne soft malai jase mai satve.