I didn't call out for help. Thinking my aunt would just get mad for being careless. Instead, I tried to walk back in the house. But before I could tur..., I felt a soft palm holding my back.I turned around and saw Maribel. Her bloodshot eyes gave me an obvious impression that she was drunk. But she was also the only help I had that moment.She poured cold beer that she was holding on to my wound. I felt the sudden sting of alcohol around the hook."Don't tell anyone." I said as I grabbed the hand. We spent a lot of time together, shopping, cooking, vacationing we were use to seeing eachother naked or walking around in our underwear. I guess I became the friend my dad never was to her. Mum taught me about the birds and the bees, and I found myself better prepared when I started puberty. But preparation could only do so much for me, at 13 I found myself becoming a man. I masturbated for the first time in my bedroom, fantasizing about a girl in my class at school, and was very surprised to. The sight of one brow arching, reminded Alluna that he was still holding his hand out to her. The second her hand was engulfed in his, he pulled her to sit on his lap. With a gasp, she pressed her hands against his chest when he fisted a handful of her hair and crushed her mouth to his. He devoured her, tongue delving in and out, tasting every inch of her mouth. She could feel his teeth. They were sharp, like fangs, and the heat of his body felt hotter than the fire dancing in the fire pit. Next day we all went to the airport for giving my brother-in-law a sendoff and returned home.My sister was looking very homely in yellow saree. I can figure out her assets through that semi-transparent saree. My god how to fuck this goddess was the question kicking my brains out. We reached home from the airport then I went to my room laid on the bed thinking of her sexy body.My sister entered my room asking me am I tired after the journey sitting on the edge of the bed near my legs. My legs.