This is Pranav from Pune. I want to share my love journey with you. It started a few years ago. My story consists of a mix of love, emotion, and drama... This story mainly contains two parts. The first one is my relationship with my sister. The second part is all about my mom. Please read and enjoy.Our family consists of 3 members – mom, myself, and my sister. We lost our father long ago. Since then, we have learned to live our lives happily among ourselves. My grandfather has left us enough. I am not going to believe you. I can bet and milk will definitely be there in your duddhu (breasts) let me see, said uncle. I had no intention of displeasing uncle and chance of loosing future chocolates so without hesitating for a moment I lifted my T- shirt upto my shoulders exposing my bare chest to him. Till that time I was not using bra and there was nothing underneath my T- shirt. Uncle examined my tiny breasts by caressing it with his warm hands then also pressed my tiny pink nipples. Even more promising, there was a big rounded bulge in the crotch of the pants that looked mighty interesting. I looked up from his crotch in time to see that he was checking me out, too, and seemed pretty interested in my ass. I grabbed one of the pillows s**ttered around and stuffed it under my hips, so that my ass was raised and hopefully even more inviting looking. I was rewarded with the sight of his well packed crotch growing and expanding. He saw me looking and reached out and ran one. Frightened by how deeply the memories cut into her, she gathered herself up and on wobbly legs got up, apologized to Iris for her behavior and quickly left the room. She rushed through the house and then hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. Her mother, putting groceries away in the kitchen, and hearing her run up the stairs called out to her but was ignored. She put the milk and orange juice containers in the ‘fridge and then walked over to the bottom of the stairs. There she met Iris, who had.