That's what started it all. I wasn't being weird. I wasn't turning gay. Iwas just trying things on. I was just feeling the silk and the otherfabrics a...d the silk. Don't most 16 year olds try things out? Doesn'teveryone want to be pretty?There was a blue dress that my older sister Jenny had left. A simple bluedress, but it mesmerized me. It was a simple shift, but it fit me betterthan most of her stuff. It felt sensuous. It felt delicious.Hour after hour, I spent, figuring out the clasps and. I should have thought about that when I was focused on warming her breasts. When her feet were warmed a little I dried them and then started rubbing them with a little oil that I warmed in my hands. She was wearing her ankle bracelet. Well, she'd said she was never taking it off, but it was still a nice feeling to see it there.I worked the oil into her feet, holding one in each hand as I massaged them. Her feet were just feet. It's not like they were the most beautiful feet in the world. And I. I live with my family. My family is just a middle class one and I am the highest earner of my family. Near by our house lived Vineetha and her family. She was married to the Lousiest person who cared about spending money which was made by his ancestors and his earning. Their family was the richest in our neighborhood. Vineetha was married for 6 years yet they didn’t have any children. Before this incident I didn’t even had a little thought her to my bed. As Vineetha’s husband was the only heir. Sally was sure that through out the night he must have snuck off to set the room up for her as he had done so many times before for her. The air con was on making the room a perfect temperature even though her skin felt cold wearing next to nothing she knew it would not be long until she would be feeling as thought she was on fire. James guided Sally, careful not to touch her body only her hand as he did so. “Do not move,” he pointed to a spot in front of the ottoman, his words almost a.