Two years later, a drunken night out with friends ended with her awakening in a strange man’s apartment. Needs she’d refused to acknowledge had b...bbled to the surface, and she’d acted upon them when her inhibitions were drowned in alcohol. There was no way to explain herself when she returned home, and she knew it.What she thought would be the end, was instead the beginning of a new, exhilarating chapter in her life.She stepped out of the hotel lobby and shivered at the sight of her latest. Her hand squeezed mine.I felt a little better.But not much.We trembled on the couch, my stomach twisting and writhing and finding new ways to contort itself into pretzel like shapes. I shivered, bile trickling my throat. What would Mom do to us? How would she punish us? Would she turn us into the police? Incest was illegal.Would she kick me out of the house? The movie ended. The credits played, showing outtakes, the cast laughing. I hit pause on the remote, trembling, trying not to freak out.. I remember having come home from college and seeing her for the first time – she was a decently attractive woman for her age, wheatish complexion, around 5’2 inches in height, rounded hips and busty – just perfect to have my eyes glued on to!:) She said “Namaste” to me thrice before I could remove my gaze from her and respond!My fascination for Sunita (her name) grew by the minute and tat very night I started masturbating watching porn imagining Sunita in my arms. She used to wear sarees only. I’d appreciate another set of eyes and ears.Jerry Amos arrived at the agreed time. He was tall, handsome, and dressed in a good-looking suit. He projected an air of confidence. Jake saw that it was no act. He was used to getting his way.Amos recognized Ellen and joined her at her table.You’re even more beautiful than I remembered. You must be new in town, or I would have noticed you before.No, I’ve lived here all my life. So have my parents.I don’t even know your name.Ellen Fielding, Mr..