I asked whether I could feel her pussy she said ok immediately and allowing me to leave my hand inside her saree below navel and she made my hands way...to her pussy. I felt it was an already wet bush. I managed to reach her pussy hole and slowly rub it for which she started moaning more and ask me to stop it since if she cum it’ll be almost a squirt!!As the movie was reaching climax I too reached it because of her masturbation.As the movie got over we had dinner out and reached her home she. " From now on sissy, when you wanna use the toilet you will ask me forpermission to do so first." You will say; please may sissy use the little girls room sir, don'tforget bitch or I'll stripe your ass again."It was so humiliating, there was no privacy whatsoever; all I could dowas sit there like a girl with these wretched little pink panties pulleddown to my knees and pee as he watched."Now panties off sissy and take a shower, there's a towel in there."Five minutes later I was showered and. I got truck employed in brick factory. Due to lack of finance, my sister also had to leave school after high school. She used to help both of us in household activities. After 3 months of my brother demise, each of us got normal and started to live with whatever we had left with. Bhabhi recovered very quickly so did I. Now she again gained her jolly mood. She had started teasing me with Devar Bhabhi mazak that too physically. BTW I had no evil intention for Bhabhi after my brother’s death but. Somewhere along the line, I developed more than just a friendly affection for him, especially when it became clear that I was dumping my long-distance boyfriend. I sweetly got Buddy to ‘share’ his extra-long scarf with me on cold wintry nights. He didn’t seem to mind me putting my hands in his coat pockets. Just for warmth. Things didn’t change much, after college. He’d come visit me often in New York City, whether he was off in California, Michigan, Providence. He’d come along with everyone.