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As I put my skivvies in a drawer, I picked out a filmy something in yellow, and turned to Yasmine. "I'll expect to take you out of these with my teeth... later, honey!" I said, smiling evilly at her. Her wicked grin told me I hadn't disappointed her.I stripped off my shirt, went to the sink with my shaving gear, and lathered my face, to get rid of the light bristle, of the last 24 hours. A soft hand fell on my shoulder, and Yasmine turned me, and pushed me down on the toilet, taking the razor out. My sister was missing from the dinner table. When I asked mom, she said that my sister had some work with her friends and will be a little late. I ate my dinner and went to my room.A few moments ago, the best thing happened to me but now I was sad. I blamed myself and it felt like I have hurt her. I turned on my laptop and started watching videos.Around 1 am, my sis entered the room. I was still awake and was waiting to see her reaction. The following conversation happened.Sister – Are you. Aanal aval amma naangal ena seithu kondu irukirom enbathai paarthu kondu irunthu irukiraal.Ithazhil kiss seiyum pozhuthil irunthu amma ena nadakirathu endru paarthu kondu irunthaal.Naangal oru idathil amarnthu kondu irunthom, apppozhuthu amma mele vanthu ena nadakirathu inge endru ketu vitargal. Naan bayanthu poi viten, aanal nandhini pathatram ilamal thaan irunthaal, engal iruvaraiyum amma kaiyai pidithu kondu padukai araiku azhaithu sendraal. Thangai veliyil urangi kondu irukiraal.Amma. Mmmm." Her distraction is complete now.She feels my hands slide from her neck, shoulders, trailing down her back and onto her hips. They rest there -- still for a moment -- as I shift myself, moving in... pressing my chest tightly against her back, buring my face into her hair. She hears me breathe in deeply. Hears my groan low – deep in my throat – almost a growl. " gggggrrrrrr." And with that, she feels my hands tighten abruptly, grasping her hips with all my strength – pressing in hard and.
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