I gifted her two sets of imported satin and lace bra-panty almost transparent type, one wine color and other black set. Although these things had no v...lue for me anymore. I had seen and felt her in explicit detail. The only thing pending was to have thorough sex with my sweet darling sister. sweta was so excited with the bra-panty sets I gifted her. She was remembering the day when she fought with mummy to buy the first bra in her life. On the night of her 18th birthday she had taken her. Her mother asked, “Are you still a virgin?”Danielle said, “Not any more! I lost it last night!”Her mother asked, “To him?”Danielle said, “Of course! Why?”Her mother said, “I was just wondering if you might let Tom fuck you! I let all three of my brothers fuck me lots of times! They still do!”Danielle said, “Mom!” Then she paused for a while and said, “Well I let him fuck me once last night!”Her mother smiled and asked, “So how many times did you let him?” Then she looked directly at me.Danielle. She feels the pointed tip of his wand against her core and hears the whisper of a spell. Then she screams again at the feeling of all of her pubic hairs being pulled out at once.She feels her posture being adjusted from behind, pushing her down onto the desk a bit, so her ass and pussy are more exposed to the Minister. Then she feels his hands on her sore ass, his fingers digging into her skin, causing her to wince. She closes her eyes when she feels his dick at the entrance to her body,. Will you try? Please?”“I guess so,” she said, as a tear ran down her cheek.I’d made her cry, but I felt like that was progress. She had bottled up her emotions, hiding them behind the ‘pretentious bitch’ façade. Despite what I’d said to Kara, she WAS Becky. But I wasn’t my fourteen-year-old self, or seventeen, or twenty-five, the ages when I’d messed up with Becky. Kara had nothing to worry about because ‘New Steve’ had things under control and knew, from hard-won experience, how to deal with.