After a few slaps, myconsciousness was back and I could feel the pain across my cheeks. Istarted crying.Looking at me crying, my aunt said, "Oh look a... this 'man of the family'crying like a little girl."I said, "If I hit you, you will cry too!"The situation was heating up and with the growing pitch of all ourvoices, my cousin sister woke up too. Her name is Namrata. When she cameout my mother said "Look Namrata, he's crying like a little girl."I felt insulted, they were calling me a girl. How. I took her in my arms and held her body close to mine. My erection was now out of control as I kissed her full on the mouth and cupped her left breast, squeezing the nipple though the sheer white lace, and rolling it between finger and thumb before pulling it outwards so that she gave a little shriek of discomfort before lapsing into a sound between a moan and a growl as she pressed her body into mine.She made no resistance as I took her hand and led her into the bedroom where the unmade bed. He recognized her black jeans. "Are you getting dressed?" Uh-huh," she said as she fumbled with the snap and zipper, her fingers penetrating through the silvery robes."Oh." He squinted at her. "What is that?"She took the glimmering white fabric in her hand and studied it with a smile. "This? Moonlight weave," she said proudly. "It's one of the few spells I'm really good at, but I'm still working on it. It doesn't last that long, and I'm still working on the design. It works great for a sari,. ... When Carmen arrived she was immaculately dressed in feminine business attire that covered magnificent curves. Curves that I had seen nakedly displayed in some photos she had shared with me. A river of red hair cascaded around her perfectly made up face. We both had to return to our respective workplaces for the afternoon, but we arranged to meet again for dinner and our general chemistry suggested a good chance that something may transpire after that. On the day of our next meeting after.