We were waiting in with anticipation for the night. Office files seemed boring and mundane to me. Time was seemingly moving so slow that day. I was dying to to go back home.The clock finally struck 6 and I rushed off home. Jyoti was already there. She seemed very nervous and couldn’t concentrate on anything.. Though she was looking towards the TV, she was hardly watching it seriously. She didn’t seem interested even in her most favourite programs.Ikhil walked in early from playing cricket today. From 6.30 onwards itself he was at home. And perhaps had the longest bath ever I had seen anyone take, until the record was immideately broken afterwards by Jyoti. I took a quick wash. Jyoti was a bit puzzled by Nikhil’s behaviour. Why did he come back so early from play and why had a he taken such a long time to take a bath ?Anyway by 8.30 we went inside our bedroom and locked it. She took out her red chiffon. When she wore it I couldn’t take my eyes off her.She was standing shyly in front. He sat with his head down, silent for a moment.‘Kayla, I’m not sure how I feel. Part of me thinks it’s wrong—to be attracted to you—but another part of me—’ he scrubbed a hand over his brown hair, mussing it. ‘Another part of me, god. It just wants you.’She nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at her.‘So I want to try something,’ he said. ‘And after that, I can decide what I feel and what to do. Will you help me?’‘If I can,’ Kayla said. She didn’t know what she was agreeing to. ‘What can I do to help you?’When Tony had explained what he wanted to do ... Kayla wanted to do it. It turned her on. The idea of it ... so she agreed.At the beginning of the night she never imagined she’d be under her brother again, tangled up in her duvet. They were kissing, sensual French kisses which made Kayla get wet and Tony get hard, and both of them noticed the other’s reaction because he was grinding his crotch against her very wet panties. Kayla was trying desperately not to moan. They were both.
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