This is my first story I am big fan of ISS. Let me tell you something about my sister her name is kavita she is good looking girl with physic 32 28 34...she one year younger than me, i never thought that something like this will happened between us we live in flat me and my sis we sleep in one room, it all began like thisOne night when we where sleeping I suddenly wake up as I want to go to pee when I come back from bathroom and I was trying to sleep in deem light I saw my sis sleeping and as I. ’ ‘I’d appreciate that. By the way, thank you again for a wonderful night Wednesday.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘Do you go back to work Monday?’ ‘Of course. I have a load to pick up Monday morning up here, then down to my shop, then I have to go to Pennsylvania and New Jersey.’ ‘Lot of driving.’ ‘Not really. I’ll be back Wednesday.’ To me, it sounded like a lot, but since Charles drove for a living it probably didn’t seem like much to him. ‘Then what?’ I asked. ‘Probably local runs, but I don’t know. I had no refuge at home either. My father despised me for not being his strapping son. I was a weakling to him and definitely not a chip off the old block. His torment was even worse than that of the others at school, always emotionally eviscerating and often physical. The only person who understood my suffering was my mother, who not only empathized with me for the brutalities I suffered, but often intervened with my horrible father.When I was ten years old my parents got divorced. I was, no. They’d shared many an adventure in her dreams — from quick clandestine trysts to long nights of loving in hotel rooms overlooking the lights of the city. Every waking thought of him made her smile, but the dreams of him…well, she did far more than smile. She became a wanton woman she barely recognized as herself. He created that response in her. He made her feel beautiful…brave…sexy. This dream was no exception. *** He approached her through the gate, quietly closing it behind him, and walking.