" I guess that's fine with me, but I'm not really getting why you want totalk about panties?" It's just that I wish that I could experience some of th... specialthings with you I'd get to know if I had been your daughter."My mother sort of made a gasping sound and put her fist to her mouth. "Ihope I have never kept you away from me because you're not my daughter?"Before I could say anything she added, "But it does make sense thatyou'd feel like we're not as close as we could be if we were mother. What better occasion to consummate this marriage on the day of Rakshabandhan!”Damn, that sounded erotic. I was to marry my sister on Rakshabandhan.The day finally came a month later and all arrangements were made. Our close friends came to wedding in the temple (very few, only the closest ones). My sister wore a similar bridal dress to my mother. She looked really beautiful. Before the marriage began, my sister first tied the Rakhi on my hand and asked “Bhaiya, Apni Didi ko kya gift doge Rakhi. Do you? Perhaps my mind was interpreting what my eyes were viewing wrongly, and what had in fact been her staring in anger of my hormonal outburst was being processed wrongly, to my young brain? I decided this was not the case. Her smooth legs, I noticed, were slowly moving away from each other. Ah, yes. I was definitely not mistaken. Taking her time, she ran her soft hands smoothly down her nightie-covered gorgeous, beautiful body. They ran over her perky breasts - which were of the size I'd. “Look. There’s no way he would be into letting another guy into the room, especially one that I am seeing – which he doesn’t know by the way – while we have sex.”“I thought you said, ‘sort of’ though. What does that mean?”“You can be in the room next weekend,” she giggled, “because I told him my lesbian roommate wanted to see what a girl getting fucked by a guy looked like.”At first, I was confused. What lesbian roommate? Slowly, however, the reality sat in.“You mean you want me to pretend to.