Then we enquire about her bill and all. Then as we were coming down i did the same. This time I caressed her ass to. Then we reached to my bike and we...reached our home. On the way I did nothing.Then at evening at 4.30 pm I stood in front of her house. She got read and came. She was looking mind blowing. She sat on my bike. Her hubby asked her to come soon as he has to go to work. Her hubby was a cook and he used to go at 6pm. It was his evening shift. We left. On the whole way i kept my hand to. So, after all the action I got from Reshma on that day I was eagerly waiting for her. It was Saturday and my day off from work. The whole night I was thinking about what all I can do with her. I can fuck her in the ass or gag her till she chokes or pound her juicy boobs or there’s just so much.Just then, ‘Ding. Dong.’ rang the door-bell. Reshma is here. I jumped out of my bed and went to the door. I opened the door. There she was standing. Her cleavage fully uncovered. Those big juicy boobs. May be what I thought of, feared was true that my sister is no longer mine.I forgot everything that my sister is waiting for my bike, it’s the college time. As I was musing myself in depression, my sister rushed into the room and cried loudly. “What’s wrong with you Vivek, let’s go to college, let’s go,” she said. Then I woke from my musing and nodded my head and got out of the room following her. I could see still she didn’t have any intentions. I started bike as my sister sat back one side of. I realised that, much as I wanted to deny it, there were differences between us. I longed to please her and yearned for her approval in ways that she didn’t, and her presence made me feel safe and protected. It was no coincidence I kept fantasising of myself as her slave. I wasn’t quite ready to say I was beneath her as a result, but perhaps that was only my stubborn pride, or my unexamined prejudices speaking.I sighed, and got ready for school. My bruises were definitely fading, though still.