Well. I'm 19 years old, and so is my twin sister, Emma, but we had just turned 18 when it happened. The incident that inevitably lead to our decent in...o disgrace. Yeah, I like that phrase. A decent into disgrace. That's exactly what it was. I'm not proud of it, and as far as I know neither is she.But I'm getting off topic. You wanna read this story right? No? I'm sure it would help to prove the innocence in what happened.Oh wait, maybe I should start in about myself, and my sister first. You. “Aaj to tune mar hi dala tha,” she said.“Marne ka to pata nahi, par dala to tha. Koi bhi tujhe itne acche se nahi chodega jitna maza main de raha hu,” I said.She stood up. I shifted the gas stove and told her to sit on the platform. I pulled her saree up. I ran my fingers around her thighs. Then her inner thighs. And finally, the sides of her pussy. I didn’t touch her pussy. Just kept running my hand from her feet to her inner thighs to her pussy sides and back down.She had her eyes closed and. I went back out to the living room and I noted a slight look of disappointment from the guys because I didn't have beer but they are nice guys and didn't say a word.The door from the bedroom opened and out walked Fundelight. They looked up as they heard the clicking of her heels across the tile floors. When they turned around their jaws kind hung open. They remained silent until she said "Hi Guys" and they stumbled out their hellos. It's funny how clothing works. She wore a less at the pool but. "Well, it's getting late and Mom and Dad want to get on the road early, besides, we are now going to be the new farm wife and husband aren't we?" she said making me wonder why she used that term for us.That night my dreams were filled with that of my cousin Cheryl and I doing all the things you do with your wife or lover but not with your cousin. I woke several times and tried to convince myself that the thoughts I was having were totally wrong and immoral. It just isn't right to want to fuck.