I must fuck my sister. I had to have a woman. I was starving for a horny cunt. Anita must be starving for her husband’s cock. Both our spouses had l...ft us. My hands on my sister’s boobs must have aroused her for she was not resisting my hands anymore.I pulled her in my bed and was hugging her and kissing her.”Bhaiya, pleaseeeee, stop this I am your sister, not wife, we must not do this is sin the most horrible sin, Bhaiya, but I had turned into a devil. I was looking at my real sister as a sex. After a decent period of mourning I was left with a dull ache inside which somehow morphed into a realisation that I had to find sexual satisfaction for my needy body.I didn’t instantly go out searching for a sexual partner, although in retrospect I discovered that it would have been an easy task to fulfill, and I took solace in masturbation or rather as we refined ladies prefer to call it, Jilling.There was nothing I liked better that at the end of day when I had returned home from work that I. Next two blips showed up on my H.U.D., followed by the heart rates of the two children, every one of their vitals showed dramatic distress, my eyes widened, with all the new information I had gotten I had forgotten the children, and now it would seem they may pay with their lives for my error."Ogna, take the tribe to the other side of the hills when the smoke clears and wait for me to return, don't go back to the village, do nothing until I get back. I need to get to the children"He nodded to. I suddenly felt the cold open air of the gardens on my skin. “Lord Richard – I – ” His mouth was already trailing over the newly exposed flesh, quickly counteracting the cool environment. My protests melted away. His fingers gently manipulated the buttons on my dress. I only held my breath. But when his hands actually slipped into my bodice and touched my breast, I couldn’t help but give a nervous shudder. His hand dropped away and he met my eyes again. “You don’t like that?” I could feel.