. Zindagi jese khoobsurat si lagne lagi. Shaam ko meine apni favorite red saree pehni or bade pyar se meine acha acha khana banaya aur mein besabri se...samir ka intzar karne lagi. Samir pure 6:00 baje ghar aa gaya. Us ne meri taraf dekha or bola, “Oye hoye, aaj to koi bohat acha lag raha hai. Khushboo bhi bohat achi aa rahi hai, kya banaya hai bhabhi.”Meine table laga diya or hum khana khane lage. Samir meri taraf dekhe jar aha tha, mujhe bohat acha lag raha tha par guilty bhi feel ho raha tha. " How are you taking it? Are you okay?" The protective big brother in me was coming out in full force."Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled. "Don't worry about me. It's for the best. I know that."She'd really grown up a lot over the past several months."Mind if I give Dave a call, just to make sure he's cool?" I said."Sure. Please do. He's your friend, right?" But you're my sister," I pointed out, "and that takes precedence. If you need to talk, I'm right down the hall." Thanks, Pat. I'll keep that in. She walked right up to me as I sat there somewhat awe-struck and proceeded to tie the scarf around my eyes."There, that's better," she said, almost sweetly. I just sat there somewhat shocked. Once again, I was taken by surprise.I could tell by the movement of the sofa cushion that Mistress Leah had got on it and was apparently straddling my legs while playing with herself in front of me. I could actually hear her fingers stroking her button and could smell her scent in the air."You want to eat. I sat next to her and placed my arm around her shoulder. She cuddled in to me and started lightly crying. I tried to say comforting things to her as she put her arm around my waist and nuzzled into my neck, like a little girl seeking relief. I pulled her into me, gently rubbing her shoulder and back."What is it mom?" I'm so worried about what I'm becoming." she said."Talk to me mom, what are you becoming?" I feel like a slut." Nonsense, there's nothing slutty about you!" Why do you feel this.