I thought this was my luck that made my Jeeju to go out of station for couple of days. Whenever I saw her during that day after my Jeeju went, a const...nt urge was going in my mind to feel my sexy sister Roopa. I was constantly telling my mind to control sexual urges and limit my visual curiosities. That day she was wearing a black saree perfectly matching her fair skin color and a tight dark blouse. I was sitting in the TV room along with rohan. She brought a glass of milk to both of us. When I. Ye baat muje usssey chudne k samy pata lagi.Mai v seedhi sadhi sati savitri bann k uski class attend krti thi.Jaan bujh k uske samne mai apne chuchii pe hath ferti thi taki uski nazar pade.Ek din maine usey mere chuchii ki taraf dekhte hue dekh liya. Wo ghabra gya aur phone ka natak kar k bahar chala gya.Uska Lund v jeans k bahar ubhar bana raha tha.Bas usi din muje lag gaya ki mamla set h iske sath. Usi shaam ko maine friend request bhej di usey facebook pe. Dhire Dhire humari normal baat. In short I have had no social life at all, why you may ask? Well it’s pretty simple my goal in life is to get as far away from this stupid little town my parents trapped me in as possible. My dad moved to this hick town when I was nine years old, he was the new foreman of the mid-shift at Papermore’s paper mill in Grinnell Iowa, in other words B.F.E. Working the mid-shift meant I couldn’t make noise during the day as dad was sleeping so I read ALOT. By the time I was in the eighth grade I knew. I’d have to have been dead not to. It hit my throat like rotgut whisky. Chloe kept topping-up my glass and she might have opened a second or even a third bottle. The cheese board was accompanied by Slivovitz, Plum Brandy, but I was past noticing what I was drinking. I think Chloe tried to draw me out but failed. Only one thing penetrated the fear of statistics. She told me she’d changed my bedding. That was odd. I had brought my own sheets and things. Changing my bedding was not part of her.