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Part 2 - ๐‘ด๐’š ๐‘ฏ๐’๐’• ๐‘ต๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’ƒ๐’๐’“ ๐‘ฐ๐’”๐’'๐’• ๐‘บ๐’‚๐’‡๐’† ๐‘จ๐’๐’š๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’† ๐Ÿ”ฅ

The next day, when Didi was taking a bath in the bathroom. I get his phone. I thought why not check Manju didi's phone, to see what she saw at night and rub her pussy. Now on-

After a lot of searching, I found some sexy porn, which my sister was fingering in her pussy at night. I saw a video of a man moving his thick cock back and forth with his fist in his hand, and a woman lying with her pussy open. It was the first time I had seen such nude films. My mind was looking at it more. Then I heard Didi coming from behind. I immediately hung up the phone as it was, and walked out of the house.

Then every night for 2 to 3 days, I would watch Didi finger in the pussy, and when I got a chance, I would also watch nude movies on her phone. My Manju didi was getting younger day by day. Her booming youth was looking for a man who could squeeze her. I thought I should keep an eye on my sister now, and I did just that.

Often, on my way back from college, I saw a boy who followed my sister every day, and was also dying a line on her. He was none other than our neighbourhood. His name is Salim. He is 30 years old. He is quite handsome in appearance, and tall, broad-chested, looks like a bodybuilder. He has a big beard without a mustache on his face. Salim lives a short distance from our house.

Whenever Didi and I went to college, Salim would meet us on the way. He would smile at my sister by showing his shoulders and strong chest. Didi would leave beside him without saying anything. I thought Didi was ignoring him. But it wasn't.

My sister would also look at her, and the day Salim was not to be seen, she would become sad and wait for him for a while. When Salim came the next day, Didi would smile at him. Salim was getting a green signal from Didi.

There were many boys after my sister. But Didi wasn't feeding grass to anyone. I couldn't understand what Didi saw in Salim, who seems to be a middle-aged man. Older than Didi's age.

Then it happened once I didn't go to college, I was hanging out of the house. That's when I find a friend of mine. He asked me where I was going. So I told him I was going to pick up Didi.

He said: "I saw your sister coming on the road a little while ago, and Salim was talking to your sister about something. Salim also gave a rose to your didi. I was shocked to hear this, and said to my friend-

Me: What are you talking about my sister? Why would Salim give my sister a rose?

The friend said, "If you don't believe me, go home and see." Salim is very impaired.

Then I came home thinking about him. I opened the gate of the house, from the sound of which Didi knew that I had come home. So Didi called out to me from the bathroom-

Sister: Are you coming?

I said yes and came into the house, and thought it was a good opportunity. Didi was bathing in the bathroom, I find the rose that Salim had merciful. Then I went to my room and saw a rose on Didi's bed. There was something written on the paper along with it.

I read: Manju, you are so beautiful and sexy. Ever since I saw you, I've gone crazy, and just want to get you. I am your Salim, I love you Manju.

At that moment, I heard Didi's voice from behind, who was coming into the room singing a song. She looked a little happier today. I saw my sister in a shot knicker, all the way to her legs, showing Didi's swollen pussy, and her round bulging ass and the crack between it were shining brightly.

Then I said: Sister, this flower looks great. Where did you get it from?

Didi: Amit, give it to me, it will be spoiled. It's been given by my special friend, it's going to be good, isn't it?

Me: Which friend gave you this flower?

Didi (angrily): What will you do with more understanding? That's it from my special friend. Now get out of here, and don't say anything in front of your mom.

Then I saw Didi's anger and went outside. From the next day, I saw that my sister started talking to Salim on the phone, and slowly her words were getting romantic. On the way to college, my sister would unbutton the top of her shirt so that Salim could comfortably take a look at the cleavage of her breasts, and he would also rub his cock in front of her. Once, in the evening, Didi was talking to Mummy. Mom, I want to go out, I want to eat chocolate.

Mom: Daughter, it's nighttime, and it's getting dark outside, eat tomorrow.

Mom: Mom always agrees with you. I don't know what will happen if I leave.

Didi puffs out her mouth and gets angry with her mom.

Mom: This girl didn't get angry either. Okay daughter, go, but take your brother Amit along with you, and come soon.

Mom: Mom, can I go alone, and come back soon?

What happened next, you will find out in the next part of the story.


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