My brother’s marriage has always been a bit rocky, to say the least. Linda, my sister-in-law, was from the outskirts of a remote village. My brother...was the world to her. She was very possessive and it always led to petty fights between them. My brother used to stay with me in Chennai and would visit her on the weekends.My brother would often call me up in the middle of the weekend to be consoled because they were having fights. I was the ‘cool’ person in the family. Although I had no respect. We were young and didn’t fully understand what we were doing. As you can imagine for the next five or so years there was an awkwardness between us. We never spoke of that day and pretended it never happened, a silent agreement we had. I would often comfort myself by stating the fact that we weren’t really related, my dad married his mom. As time passed we grew further apart, in school I would see him but never had direct contact, at home it was similar with clipped small talk to keep Dad and. "That would be her," Chris said with a laugh. "Erin wanted a cute guy to hang out and spend money on her but she didn't want a guy that would get hung up on her. She got two out of the three, I guess."Tori offered a quizzical look so Chris continued."Andy is a decent-looking dude. He wasn't hung up on her at all. But he had no money to spend on her." How long did they go out?" Ashlyn wondered."Uh, really, I'm not sure," Chris said. "I was in marching band in the fall and I was pretty busy. I. "Wow." I whispered to myself and rubbed my clit with my thumb. The wet walls of my little pussy started to squeeze around the fingers inside and I bucked my hips once. My mind was swirling as juices ran down my fingers to my knuckles, driving me absolutely wild with need. I pumped them in and out and could hear the sloshing of the fluids around them, the throb of my clit was growing stronger and stronger as I got closer to my orgasm. I knew that I was close, and with one finger working my.