And everyone thought of it as a sisterly affection towards me. And if I say the truth I also thought the same. But also I used to enjoy. One fine day ...hen I was at home and sister went to school while my father took mom to Delhi for treatment of thyroid. I and Manisha were alone in the house and she planned to bunk the class that day. I readily agreed for keeping that secret from everyone. After sometime we both were chit chatting and thought of playing prank calls on random phones from our. A rush through allmy nerves at once made me gasp, I pressed my hands to my belly as thoughI could touch the heat pulsing inside there. I became acutely aware of adazzling sensation in those lovely labia that I shouldn't have been ableto feel from the inside, but when I moaned my voice was squeaky, tightin my throat. I should have screamed, shouted - phoned for an ambulanceor the police, but I just stood there, swaying gently, eyes closed,breathing like the first stages of arousal, while my body. We went on to the next of our Six-Pack of dances being very smooth and careful to keep our shoulders up and my hips were leading as newly trained.We heard people yelling out each step as we changed ... most of the time they were right, but that’s OK, they were all having as much fun watching it, as we were performing it. That’s always been my goal.We came to the end, which was ‘Quickstep,’ finishing with a set of Rhumba spins. We were right on tempo, as the final measures were coming through. PERIOD!!!!!! ROFLMAO ‘One on one, I want to play that game with you….’ Just you be there, Lover. Gotta go now to catch the plane. I’ll call you when I get there – FOR REAL! BYE **************************************************** Of course I was nervous and frightened. And, I knew she was too. The bravado of our morning chat was our way of covering the tension. We BOTH knew because of our special TIIA (There It Is Again) connection. How could we not be? What had begun as two people sharing.