She’s realizing how bad her situation might actually get. Her body weakening.I pull my hands away suddenly, my lust becoming unbearable. I smell my ...ingers, taste her juices. Fucking hell, it’s so sour. Pungent and raunchy. Everything else about this perfect little girl is so pristine and ladylike. But underneath it all, she hides a secret nastiness. And I can’t get enough.I reach down and grasp a fistful of her skirt in one hand, bunching it up, my lust making me forget about her modesty. I. ’ ‘That was you,’ he asked in disbelief realizing she’d been his champion all along. It dawned on him where the motorcycle-jacket came from and how she acquired it. In fact it was still lying on the living room floor. Strange that he never thought of whom it once belonged, thinking it was hers all this time. ‘Yes it was me. Do you remember the night your mother came to seduce and perhaps change you? You began to cry making her emotional. The next day she told me she was giving you to me, to do. I had to break the silence, “any help(saying this I winked at her)”. Even she must be in mood for sure, “hmmm.I will let you know!!”. Saying this she locked the room door. While cursing myself for going too far too soon, I was also waiting for my luck.After a minute she opened the door, she called, “bhaiya, can you please help me?”. The moment I entered in, I was just speechless, she was facing the mirror, the ornaments were on the table, her chunni was on the floor, she was in top and lehnga. A little while later I hear the door open and I look about anxiously. I rub my eyes and see you standing in front of me looking concerned, I try to smile but end up crying even more. You see that my mascara is smeared and that I have consumed half a bottle of vino. You shake your head and go to the bath room to get a wash cloth. You come back and sit beside me, you wipe the mascara off my face and pour yourself a glass of red. You pull me into you and just hold me. I cry some more and you ask.