![]() ![]() I was allowed to wear only that during the Pooja. We were lead to a dark room and was given a small box. Anger, fear, sadness, a mix of all these emotions run through me. He told me the pooja will be tonight and asked my mother to prepare me. So, I was trapped and nothing much I could do now. I was furious at Swamy but my every word was interpreted as the fear of the devil against a Godman. I was asked to come in the room and Swamy told me that they were assessing me and I need help otherwise soon I will also be possessed by bad spirits. Inside the room, Swamy convinced my family that, like them, I was also possessed and some special pooja is needed to save me. Later I came to know that it was a pooja meant for me, not for me Grandmother and Mother, I was asked to travel with them is to assess me. It was like an Ashram, I was told to wait outside and my entire family went inside with the Swamy. I scolded father for making me travel with them alone at the night and told them this is the last time I will be joining them for this pooja. ![]() I was sure that, like so many times in the past, one more fake Swamy is cheating my family but was helpless.Īfter around an hour, they reached a place where my family was waiting for me and I continued the journey with them. But I was in no mood to hear him I told him to mind his own business and that I know he is a fake Swamy trying to get some money from my family. #SISTER BROTHER SEX STORIES DRIVER#Swamy told the driver to stop the music and smiled at me, “my child won’t be so angry, you will learn to like this soon”. I got angry and asked them to either stop it or I will get down there. Some weird music was playing on the car, which was irritating me, I asked them to stop the music but was ignored. They were trying to initiate conversation with me but I ignored them. Swamy seems to be a mischievous man around his 60s others look like his followers. It was an Innova and they were 6, all wearing black dress. I was furious but had no choice than to get into their car. Then at 12 am he again called me and told me that they are coming by two cars and that I had to get into the car of a Swamy, who is going to do the Pooja and they will join me from a nearby place. I argued with him initially but then agreed to join them. He said they will pick me from hostel tonight as they are going to Coimbatore for a Pooja and the presence of all the family members is a must. One fine evening, I got a call from my father. I was not interested in these but they forced me to join all these things that’s why I was more than happy to work as a trainee and stay in a hostel nearby. Though we were not that Divine believers my family soon turn in to poojas and Homas to cure them. My father was a government employee and brother Sandeep was a Mechanical Engineering Student. My grandmother and Mother had some mental issues so they were taking medicines but without much use. I was from Kollam living with my Grandmother, Mother, father and one Brother. So, here comes the story of a hot sister and her brother her own words. Once, she had an incest sex with her brother. We were very close those days and she had a crush on me which everyone in the office knows, except me. She was 24 at that time with 5.3 inch Hight, Medium complexion, and a superstructure. She joined my organization 8 years back as a trainee and was reporting to me. This time with the story of one of my former colleague Sandhya. I laughed at the thought.Hi, this is Arjun. As we talked, I realized how weird it was to be lying here like this chatting about school. My room was in the basement and all the other rooms were on the upper story, so we didn't need to worry about anyone hearing us. Neither one of us was really sleepy so we decided to talk for a while. Just get down in the morning before Mom comes in." "Thanks Stephanie," he said, still shivering, "You're a lifesaver." I snuggled up against him to help him warm up. We got along better than most brothers and sisters we knew, maybe it was because we were twins and growing up we'd always developed the same interests. Mom said since we were both thirteen we couldn't sleep in the same bed, but I knew Ritchie would get sick sleeping down there. With the doors closed my room got incredibly cold in the winter, especially on the floor. "Oh God thanks Stephanie." He said scampering up into bed. "Ritchie," I whispered, "It's ok if you want to sleep up here with me." He'd be sleeping here with me until Aunt Marge and Uncle Bert went home after Christmas. I stuck my head over the edge of my bed to see my twin brother Ritchie lying on the floor of my bedroom. ![]()
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