Choti Behan Ki Badi Chudai
I am Sandeep from Hyderabad, After a few weeks of fucking my friend’s mom Seema Kapoor, I began to enjoy getting it regular. Aunt would put out for me any time I wanted, which was most of the time at my age. The only thing we had to watch out for was my little sister Komal. She was sixteen but already she was a fully-grown babe. Somehow Komal seemed to sense that something strange was going on between Aunt and me, but luckily she couldn’t put her finger on it.
My Aunt did, though. After that first day, she couldn’t keep her hands off it! Every chance we got, we fucked up a storm… in the kitchen… in the bedroom… in the shower… even in the pool once, but only when Komal was out of the house. To me, my little sister was just a nosy little kid who got in the way of having sex with Aunt. So all in all, I didn’t pay much attention to her.
Then, when she turned eighteen, Komal started going to the same school as me and sort of got in my view every now and then. Some of the guys would come around sniffin’ out about my sister, wanting to know how old she was, and did she ever fool around, and that kind of stuff. Well, naturally I’d growl and make mean noises and then go sniffing after their sisters. It wasn’t that I was all that protective about Komal.
It was just that I couldn’t imagine anybody wanting to do anything like that with such a little brat. I mean, she was a real little snot, you know. Whenever she was home, she never let Aunt and me out of her sight for a Moment. She didn’t know what was going on, but she was definitely jealous of the way Aunt and I reacted around each other. In hindsight, you could hardly blame her really. So that’s the way things were for a couple of months. My little sister was just a kind of noise that lived in one end of our house.
Then one night I got the midnight munchies real bad. I hadn’t fucked Aunt for a few days, so I was kind of restless and decided to go downstairs and pig-out on some patties. Our house was two floors with Aunt’s bedroom on the second floor, and Komal’s bedroom on the ground floor, near the downstairs bathroom. In the dark, I sort of groped my way down the stairs and headed for the refrigerator. Komal’s room is the last door before the kitchen, and as I moved down the hallway, I noticed her door was open a couple of inches, and the light was on. Out of curiosity, I stopped and looked in.
Wow! I couldn’t believe it! There was my naked little kid sister standing in front of her mirror, but the sister I used to know wasn’t there anymore. She had little curves and bumps in places she never had when we went skinny-dipping a couple of years ago. She now had a little curve to her butt and her hips seemed to be wider. She was still skinny, and she was still definitely a kid, but there were differences!
Komal was staring at herself in the mirror when I peeked in, and therefore facing away from me. In the mirror, I could see her from toes to forehead. Where there used to be a navel on a flat, muscular board, there was now a gently curving little belly. Where there was a skinny rib cage with two nipples on it, there was now a creamy smooth plateau with two perfect little tits, each with a strawberry tip.
Just for a Moment, I saw my sister as she really was, a cute budding girl, tall, prettier than average, with a sensual mouth inherited from our Aunt, and large, limpid brown eyes, from Dad, no doubt. But before this stunning realization had time to really grab me, she started doing something that really blew my mind! Komal stood in front of her mirror and began to posture and turn, staring at her sweet, naked young body.
Like a photographic model, she raised her hands and began to caress her little breasts, rubbing the nipples between her fingers. She closed her eyes almost all the way and watched herself through lowered lashes, biting her lower lip and hissing softly like some video porn queen! Standing there unnoticed outside my little sister’s door, I was paralyzed. I’d never seen anything like this before, and it had my jaw hanging.
It also had my cock rising, but I was too absorbed to notice. Komal kept fondling her little tits until the nipples got hard. They weren’t very big, so it was hard to tell at that distance, but they also got darker, and I could certainly see that! Then, she slowly lowered one hand and began to caress her slender young body all over, running her hands over her flanks and her belly, squeezing herself gently on the rump. She was also raising one leg and lowering it, rubbing the front of one calf against the back of the other.
She kept working closer and closer to her hairless little choot. Komal was breathing harder and harder, and so was I as I stared at my sister’s gorgeous young body in total disbelief! Then, like she was giving herself a reward, Komal sighed and slid her hand between her legs. In the mirror, I could see her very gently and sensuously moving her middle finger back and forth across her little choot, dipping it into the crack a little bit each time. I knew what she was doing, and it turned me on something fierce.
My little sister was actually bringing herself off with her finger, and I was watching her do it!! Then, Sis took her hand off her tits and put it against the mirror. Steadying herself, she spread her legs and bent her knees awkwardly, then slid her other hand slowly downward and inward, her skinny middle finger disappearing to the hilt. Wow! That really turned me on, and I grabbed my rock-hard cock and began to rub it, imagining what it would be like to put my stiff prick into that tiny, pink little hole.
As I watched, Komal, crouched over with her knees spread, bracing herself against the mirror, with her finger moving in and out of her hot little cunt. And there was me with my lund up and my jaw down, staring through her partly-open door with my eyes about a foot out of my head and my mouth full of glue. We really would have made a weird scene if anybody had come along. Fortunately nobody did.
Sis just kept on stroking her cunt and I just kept on staring and rubbing my cock. After a couple of minutes, though, I could see her legs beginning to tremble from the strain of the awkward position. I wondered why she didn’t just lie down on the bed. As if reading my mind, Komal did that very thing. Actually, she kind of scuttled into her bed, never taking her finger out of her hairless little choot for a second. When she lay down, her feet were pointed straight at me. I got a perfect view right up between her legs, where all the action was going on.
She was making all sort of moans but all in whispers, like part of her was really into her diddling, but part was aware that she was in a house where other people were asleep. It was pretty strange to listen to, but who listened! I was so busy panting and sweating and rubbing my cock! Komal was plugging herself fast and furious, with her legs spread wide and rigid on the bed and her other arm flung over her eyes. She kept clenching and unclenching the hand on that arm, raking her nails across her palm. She must really be close! Sis began to suck in her breath in heavy gasps, and her legs and belly began to tremble and twitch.
She started saying “Ooooohhh, Oooohhh,” really low and throaty, just like Aunt does when I’m throwing the bone to her and she’s about to come. I’d never heard that kind of sound out of Komal before. Then she gritted her teeth and clamped her hand over her mouth. She went “Uuhhmmmphh!” and shoved her ass straight up into the air. I could see a couple of drops of juice fall from her cunt. Wow! Komal dropped back on her bed and took a few long, shaky breaths.
Her hands fell away to her sides and her whole body went limp and relaxed. The area around her little tits and around her pussy was red and mottled. She looked very happy with herself. Then she sighed and squirmed her way into a more comfortable position. She rolled her head to the side and glanced casually toward the door. As her eyes went wide, I realized that during the heat of things, the door had swung almost halfway open. There I stood, my jaw hanging, with a big, stiff dick jutting out in front of me.
Komal leapt upright in the bed, her eyes wide with fear and guilt. Then a look of pure hatred came over her. “Get out!” she hissed, low but venomous. “Get out of my room, you pervert! Get out!” She wore her nightgown. I grinned. “I just hang around outside your window at night and take pictures. I never would think to stand in your door… which you never close.”She stuck her chin out defiantly, which thrust her tits against her nightgown. My cock began to twitch in my pants. “It’s my room and I can do what I want in it. You have no right to invade my privacy.”
“What privacy?”, I countered. “You leave your door open like you’re inviting the whole world in. If you want privacy just shut your door!” She flounced off the bed. “Okay! I will, then!” As Komal stormed across the room, the gown parted and her pert little tits slid into view, like two pink ice-cream cones with a raspberry nipple on each. God, she was turning me on! She came to the door and tried to close it. I jammed my foot in the frame and stuck my shoulder through.
“Hey! Wait a minute, Sis. I’m not trying to make you mad.” She hesitated a Moment and I gently pushed the door back open and came into her room. “… and I’m not spying on you. After all, your door was open…” I sat on the edge of her bed. “… besides, what more could I see than what I saw tonight?”
She gave me a venomous look. “Don’t you dare mention that, bhaiya! Don’t you ever mention it to anybody?” I raised an indignant eyebrow. “Boy, for somebody who’s been doing something like that, you sure are self-righteous, Sis!” She softened a little and came over to the bed. “Ohhh, bhaiya! You won’t tell, will you? Aunt would get awfully mad.” I knew Aunt would probably understand completely, but I saw my chance here.
“Shit, I won’t tell, Sis,” I smiled, shaking my head, “It’s just something between you and me, right?” I let that little hint sink in. I was making myself a part of her little sex conspiracy, and Komal didn’t have much choice but to accept me. I could tell by her long, thoughtful look that she realized what I was doing. And I could also tell that she didn’t really mind. In fact, she seemed to be pleased! “Besides,” I added softly, “you saw as much of me as I saw of you. And after all, I’m your big brother.
You should trust me.” I laid my hand on her leg. She shuddered a little, but did nothing to remove it. “Shit, Komal,” I added, “everybody does that. You’re not the first girl that’s ever played with herself, you know.” I smiled knowingly, remembering the first time I watched Aunt finger her pussy and use that hairbrush handle of hers on herself. Although with my hard young cock constantly available, Aunt hardly needed that cold old thing anymore. Sis sat with her eyes down for a short time. Then she put her hand on my arm, the one that was on her thigh.
“I don’t know why I do it, brother. It makes me feel all funny inside. It feels good.” “I know, Sis,” I patted her thigh, then began to rub it softly. “It’s a natural thing.” I slid my hand up Komal’s thigh slowly, enjoying the wonderfully soft warmth of it. She stiffened again and her hand gripped my wrist convulsively, but she didn’t really try to stop me. My heart was beginning to pound. I realized for the first time that I was finally going to get my hand in her panties. Maybe I’d get more! ”
Bhaiya,” she said, her voice a little scared. “Please…” I didn’t say anything, just kept stroking her thigh, moving my hand closer and closer to the edge of her panties. Komal had my wrist in both hands, but made no move to either close her slightly parted legs or to back away across the bed. “Bhaiya, I’m scared,” she pleaded. I realized that she really was, and that if I didn’t soothe her fears, she’d bolt. It was hard to think about anything but her hot, moist little pussy, though.
“Don’t be afraid, Sis. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to do for you what you were doing to yourself. Don’t you think that’ll be good?” She still wouldn’t look up, but her breathing was deep and heavy. “Y…yes,” she whispered. “Then relax, I can’t do anything for you if you’re all tight and tense.” I reached out with my free hand and gently pushed her back on the bed. For a Moment she resisted, and then she lay back. My heart began to really pound. I knew then that it was finally going to happen.
“Open your legs, Sis,” I said softly. My voice was shaking. Her eyes were tightly closed, but Komal slowly let her thighs go limp. Her legs were dangling over the side of the bed and had a kind of dead weight to them, but I got them apart with a little effort. And there she was, just as I’d fantasized at breakfast. Her panties pink and translucent, her thighs creamy and firm, her buttocks tight beneath her. God! I almost creamed right there. Slowly, deliciously, I let my hand slide down between her legs.
She was so smooth, so soft. The flesh under her panties felt utterly hairless, although I knew there was a soft almost invisible blonde down covering her tiny mound. Komal sucked in her breath as my fingers crept beneath the hem of her panties, but she still made no move to stop me. She was trembling a little, but seemed to be controlling herself well. I knew from prior experience with
Aunt that this was going to be awkward with her panties on, so I slid my fingers out and patted her on the pussy. “Lift your ass up, Sis.” She raised herself a little, pushing off the floor with her tiptoes. I reached up beneath her and slid the flimsy little garment down off her butt. As it slid over her cunt I got my very first close-up look at her juvenile cunt. Close up, it was even more intriguing than seen in dim light across a room. As I slid her panties off, Komal gave a little moan. “Don’t hurt me, bhaiya! Don’t hurt me!”
“I won’t, Sis! I’ll be careful.” It was an idle promise. I knew what to do, alright. Shit, I’d been fucking Aunt for months. But Sis was a virgin and I didn’t really know how to avoid hurting her. In fact, until she spoke, I hadn’t even considered that it might hurt her to be fucked for the first time. I decided to proceed with caution so as not to ruin her mood, OR my chances. Gently, I began to stroke and fondle her pussy, using my whole hand. I didn’t try to go inside her cunt just yet because I knew I’d have to build up to that slowly.
Komal began to moan a little, not in fear exactly, but in excitement, as though she were off in the same sort of dream world she’d been in the night I’d caught her masturbating. She twisted back and forth on the bed a little, rocking her shoulders up and down, up and down. The motion drew the fabric of her dress tight across her little tits, outlining them, first one, then the other. I could feel myself getting hard, my cock stretching painfully inside my shorts, but I was afraid to stop stroking my sister’s pussy for fear she might make me stop. So I just tolerated the pain and kept on with my stroking. I had my hand laid flat on her pussy, palm down, with my fingers pointing up her belly.
Gradually, I began to rub a little harder, sliding my hand first down between her legs, then up over her mound, pressing down with the heel of my hand as she thrust up to meet me. I could feel the heat and moisture building between her thighs and knew I was making progress. Then I began to press harder with my middle finger, so that it slid inside her slit a little way each time my hand went down into the darkness between her thighs. She had spread her legs pretty wide by now, and I had grabbed the nearest one with my free hand, holding it open.
That didn’t seem to scare her, so I dragged her skinny legs wider apart, simultaneously letting my probing middle finger slide down until its tip actually entered her cuntslit. God, what a tight, hot little fuckhole she had! I couldn’t wait to get my cock in there! I could feel the wetness of her, kind of thick and sticky, and a constriction. There seemed to be a ring of muscle or something just inside her hole. It’s her cherry, I thought. I’m going to be the one to bust my little sister’s fuckin’ cherry! Sis gave a sudden gasp as my finger sunk into her tight cunthole a little more.
“Be careful!” Komal whispered. “That hurts.” “Okay, okay!” I mumbled, unable keep the ragged edge out of my breath. A strange feeling was mounting in me. I didn’t really care if I hurt her anymore. I didn’t really care about anything except the feeling that was building in my body. It was something rough and… male, I guess. She was soft and willing and wet… and I just wanted to fuck her! With a single, swift motion I jabbed my finger deep into her pussy.
Komal arched her back, dug her fingers into my wrist and screamed. It was not too loud a scream, but it scared me shitless! I lunged on top of her, my finger still inside her cunt, and clamped my other hand over her mouth. She made muffled sounds and tried to push me away. I stayed atop her, beginning to enjoy the feeling. We had always horsed around as kids, but it was never like this!
I ground my hips and thighs against her body, humping my hard cock against her leg, my finger still manipulating her pussy. She was twisting and fighting and there were tears of pain and anger in her eyes, but she wasn’t really trying to get free. She was humping back at me! She had parted her thighs completely and had pulled her knees up until her feet were on the bed, and was lifting her skinny butt against the push of my body and the insistent thrust of my finger in her clinging little cunthole.
Then she bit my hand! I cursed and pulled my hand from her mouth. “Sis! Why the fuck did you do that?” “I couldn’t breathe, you dummy! Besides, you’re hurting me. Take your finger out!”"I promise not to hurting you again, Sis” I said comfortingly. “You really like it, don’t you?”"No! Take your finger out before I scream again.”"What if I just leave it in and don’t wiggle it around too much? Would you mind that?” “I…I don’t think so.”
“Okay. How’s this?”"That feels better. But don’t poke it in so hard! You hurt too much.” I started sliding my finger in and out of her cunt in a nice slow rhythm. “Better?”"Mmmmmm, yes. That feels all right.”"If you’ll spread your legs a bit more and pull ‘em up further, I can get in and out without having to stretch you so much.”Komal opened her thighs like she was doing the splits and drew her knees back almost in line with her tits. Her tiny, hairless cunt looked like a vertical mouth around my finger and it felt like the mouth was sucking on it. God, I couldn’t wait to fuck her!
“Yeah. That’s good, Sis.” The ache between my legs was getting intolerable. I felt that I had to do something about my bent cock or it was going to break off. I shifted my weight off Komal and withdrew my finger. She gasped. “What are you doing, bhaiya?” “Nothing… Hey! Keep your legs up!” Komal obediently raised her knees once more, then dropped them again as I reached for my zipper.
“Oh, no! You’re not going to do it to me!” I shook my head. “Don’t worry. I’m just trying to get my cock straight. It’s hard and it hurts, all bent up like this. Look!” I pulled out my prick and showed her how hard and red and swollen it was. Her little eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open.
It took her a while to compose herself before she answered. “Well, okay. But don’t think you’re going to sneak that thing into me! I read in a book about that, and you’re not going to make me pregnant, bhaiya!”I shook my head without looking up, my attention still on straightening out my aching prick. “Course not, Sis. What would I do if I got you pregnant? They’d throw me in jail for a thousand years, right?”
“I guess so.” “Well, I’m not about to go to jail for the rest of my life, just for knocking my sister up.” With that, I eased my hand out of my pants and moved back on the bed. I did it casually, as though my little problem were solved and I was getting back to the fun and games at hand. But that wasn’t how it was, not at all! While up, I had stuffed my shorts down under my balls and had left the button open on the top of my jeans, so that now my stiff and throbbing cock lay up free against my belly, with nothing more than a quick tug on my zipper needed to let it spring out, ready for action.
I lowered myself onto Komal again with my hand palming her cunt. I was really turned on by the sight of her pink little ass turned up toward me like that. It was like some sort of little surprise package opening up just for me. Her hairless little slit looked like two fat pink lips with a tiny pink tongue peeking out between them. She was gorgeous! I dropped my weight onto her body and felt her spread her thighs a bit more to accommodate me. My finger was once more sliding into her crevice, but this time she didn’t object, and this time there was no resistance. The inside of her pussy was sticky-wet and kind of greasy. Like it had just had a lube job. Well, I decided, no sense in wasting it.
I began to finger her more deeply, not poking as I had before, but moving in and out with a definite rhythm, as I’d watched her doing to herself the other night. It had seemed to arouse her then, and I figured it would arouse her now. I was right… it did. She began to moan under me and her hands clutched at my back restlessly, as they had clutched at her own tits when she had masturbated. I decided that would be a good idea too, so I began to knead her little peach-sized tits with my free hand. That really got to her.”Ooohhhhh yes, bhaiya! Mazza aa raha hain. Aur karo!”
“Open your gown. I can’t get at you with your gown closed.” Komal squirmed under me awkwardly and parted the fabric of her nightie. I would have ripped it off in five seconds if it was Aunt I was restling with, she liked me to get a little rough with her sometimes. But Komal would probably have freaked out if I tried anything like that with her, so I just let her do it herself. Finally, Komal’s gown lay rumpled beneath her with only her arms still in it, and her slim, firm body was naked under me.
“Wait a minute,” I said, fumbling with my shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking off my shirt. I want to feel your tits against me.”
“sirf shirt, bhaiya. Pant mut utarna!”
“Right. Just the shirt.” I made a big production of removing the garment especially of getting it out of the waistband of my jeans. What I didn’t make a production over was the fact that pulled my zip down almost halfway in the process. I was now naked to the waist, with my prick bare down half its length, laying atop my hot and skinny sister’s totally nude body. Wow! I lay back down full length on Komal, the heat of her body like a perfume against my skin. My hand in her cunt served to conceal the throbbing cock that now lay bared above her steaming slot.
There was nothing between her pussy and my prick but that hand. And it wasn’t an immovable object. It could… and damned sure would… be moved at the first sign of opportunity knocking! I know I’d promised her I wouldn’t try to put my prick in her, but hey… promises, are made to broke them! All’s fair in love and giving your little sister her first length of cock! As though it were the most natural thing in the world, Komal’s mouth drifted over mine and we kissed.
Brother and sister. But it didn’t feel like anything but a girl and boy. No strain of recrimination hung between us. It was right and natural and beautiful. Komal whimpered softly, deep in her throat, and her mouth opened wide. I slid my tongue deep into her mouth. She tasted different to Aunt… kinda fresh. Yeah, that’s the word. Fresh and husky and animal, all at once. Her tongue was soft and moist and sticky, and it felt like something I was supposed to have, all for my own. And the things it did to my belly you wouldn’t believe. It made my muscles know, and it made me want to take her, like when I’d jammed my finger up her cunt and hurt her a little. It made me want to fuck her, right there, right then.
Apparently it had a similar effect on Komal. As my tongue slipped between her teeth, her body arched up against mine and her hands clawed at my back. I could feel the tenseness of her abdominal muscles bunched beneath her skin, as though demanding that I do something to ease their plight. So I decided!
With sly little movements I began to hump and wriggle on top of her, moving my legs and body back and forth over her. I squeezed at her tit and sucked at her tongue until she was in a little frenzy, moaning and drawing heavy breaths beneath me. All the time, I worked my finger back and forth, deeper and deeper, churning the inside of her tight little cunt to a wet jelly. Carefully, I slid another finger into her tiny hole, then another, amazed at the way it stretched so easily to admit my fingers.
She gasped and tried to clench her thighs for an instant, then relaxed and made little gurgling noises. Now, I had the three fingers spread a little, feeling the hard, rubbery constriction of her cherry just inside her slit giving and stretching each time. Komal cried in pain each time I stretched it, but kept her legs up and wide. I concentrated on her erect clit, rubbing and massaging the sensitive little bud until Komal began to really hunch her pussy up at my hand and rotate her ass, grinding her cunt mound against my fingers as she whimpered with pleasure.
Then, I made my move! With my own breath coming hard and fast and my mouth dry and gummy with excitement, I backed my body off a couple of inches and let my cock slide into my palm. I let it lay there and began easing my body back down, timing my forward movements to coincide with the inward thrust of my fingers into my sister’s slit. On each forward thrust, I let my prick slide further and further forward in my hand until at last, in one electric Moment,
I felt the damp warmth of the outside of her cunt brush against the head of my cock. I humped slowly in and out a couple of strokes, happy that she didn’t seem to notice my cock against her pussy yet, but worried that she might notice it any second and leap screaming from the bed. But I was determined to prevent the latter occurrence, at whatever cost. And meanwhile I was going to get as far as I could before she found out what was happening.
I spread my three fingers a little more and heard her gasp in pain. “itna jyada nahin bhaiya! That really hurts,” she said. I slid my cock a bit further in, between my fingers and then removed them completely leaving behind the head of my prick, now firmly wedged into the entrance of her tiny, wet choot! For a Moment she sighed with pleasure.
Then she stiffened. “bhaiya nahin!.. bhaiya bahar nikalo apne lund ko!”
“Relax, Sis. It’s not hurting you, is it?”
“That doesn’t matter. You take it out of me this instant! Her gasp had come as I began to come down with my hips and to put some weight behind the blunt rod that parted her tight little cuntlips. It had moved inside another inch or so and was straining against the ring of constricting tissue inside her. Her cherry was was taut and quivering, now, as though on the edge of tearing.
“Oh, bhaiya! Please bahar nikalo. It hurts bad. You’re hurting me!”
“It won’t hurt for long, Komal”, I promised, not knowing if that was true or not, and not really caring. My cock was halfway into the hottest, tightest little cunt I’d ever fucked and I wasn’t about to give up now. All through her protests, Komal kept her legs up and drawn apart, her skinny young thighs lewdly spread. She was trying to fend my advances off with feeble pushes of her hands and with tosings of her head.
But she had made no real moves to make me stop at all. I realized that if she really wanted me to quit, all she had to do was bring her legs down by sliding her ass back. I might have been able to hold her down physically. But I couldn’t have done that and still kept my cock in her. I realized then that a whole lot of what got called “rape” must be a real crock. So I just ignored her cries and protests and concentrated on the hot little slot between her legs. The heat of it was drawing me inside her like an irresistible magnet.
I bore down with my hips, grinding my pelvis harder and harder into Komal’s body and pushing my cock with ever-demanding force into her 18-year-old cunt. She was serious now about trying to get me to stop. I was hurting her for real. But I paid no heed to her pleas and demands, nor to the fingers that were clawing my back and leaving thin, bloody weals in the skin. I ignored the attempts to close her thighs, blocking them with my hips. And as she tried to lower her ass and scoot out from under under the hard, bright pain that was invading her belly,
I grabbed her ass in both hands and dragged it upward to keep her from slipping out from under me. So, as my naked little sister cried and writhed under me, I pulled her body upward and jammed my cock into her cunt until there was a tearing feeling, a short, harsh cry, and I was through. For a frightening instant, I thought that I had really hurt her. I knew I’d busted her cherry, of course. But, in the back of my mind, I was afraid that maybe I’d done something serious. However that thought lasted only a second.
I was so excited at finally getting my cock inside my little sister’s virgin cunt, that even in my fear and Komal’s obvious pain, I kept humping slowly in and out… and to my utter delight, Sis began returning the motion! After a minute, I felt a warm trickle between my legs and knew instinctively that it was blood. And I also sensed, somehow, that this was all right, that things were as they should be.
So I kept pushing, driving slowly and a bit tenderly into my 15-year-old sister’s cunt. And Komal responded. She had stopped crying now and was just drawing deep, ragged breaths. She had laid her head to the side, closed her eyes, and let her body go limp. Her arms were on the bed, palms up, and her thighs slowly slowly fell away sideways until they, too, were all but flat on the bedspread. She was utterly, completely lost in the sensations and feelings she was experiencing. She was in a state of total sensual abandon.
My cock was penetrating her little cunt only about halfway, but it felt so good! Sis was as tight as a clenched fist but nice and hot and slippery. I was in seventh heaven. The roof could have fallen in about then and wouldn’t have missed a beat. I was humping away at full blast, trying to be careful not to hurt her too much yet still trying to get my prick as far into her cunt as I could, just as fast as I could.
I thrust and jammed until I was all the way into the vice-like grip of Komal’s hot, wet hole. She was so tight, it almost made me shoot off straight away, but months of fucking Aunt had taught me how to control my orgasms a bit better than the average seventeen-year-old, and I managed to hold off, while still giving Sis the hot fucking she so obviously desired. I lowered my mouth to Komal’s little tit and began to suck hungrily at her nipple. She moaned loudly, but with pleasure this time. I felt her hands come back up and caress me, one on my scratched back and one on the back of my head.
I began to suck a little harder and to bite at the hard little nipple just a bit. I could tell that she really loved it because her grip on my hair was tighter and her thighs began to twitch. I knew she was responding to her instinct the same as I was, but it excited me immensely to know that she was really beginning to enjoy her very first fuck.
As I pounded harder and harder, Komal responded in kind, lifting her hips up at me each time I lunged into her, grinding her cuntmound hard against the base of my thick cockshaft. I slid my hands off her ass and down her thighs until I could raise them again to their original position, butt high and knees against her body. This slid my mouth off her nipple and up to her neck, and she turned her own lips down to meet mine, so that we were locked into one another, lip to lip and cock to cunt.
I loved fucking like this with Aunt, and now I was doing it to my snotty little sister, except she wasn’t snotty anymore, she was a sexy little nymph who couldn’t get enough of my cock! Komal lowered her own hands from my head and back and slid them over my ass. I almost creamed on the spot when grabbed a handful of each of my cheeks and began to knead the hard muscle beneath them. She was actually pulling my hips forward as I fucked her, grinding her juice-filled little cunt up against my deeply imbeded prick and moaning like a pro. It was hard to believe that she’d never done it before. She was a natural! “Uhhhhh, yeahhhh, sis!” I grunted, “I’m fucking you, Sis! I’m fucking your hot, little cunt!”
“Mmmmmm! I love it!”, moaned komal, “chodo bhaiya chodo!” And that was all I could take. Everything went red with a heat of lust. I pounded into her savagely, feeling her body flatten beneath each brutal thrust. I jammed it on until nothing existed in my world. I fucked and fucked while the male juices swelled my nuts. I gripped Sis by the thighs with force enough to leave bruises for weeks, though that didn’t matter to me at all just then.
I sobbed and gritted my teeth at the need and the drive of it all. Sweat and saliva mingled on the bed beneath us and my-own juices mixed with my sister’s until we flowed one into the other in a Moment of hot incestuous passion. And in an achingly sweet final instant, I came into Komal in all the gushes and rivers of young male potency. My sperm flowed like a river of fire, filling her tiny, bulging cunt and spilling down the crack of her pert little ass. I came and came and came.
When it was over, neither of us could move. We lay wrapped in each other’s arms while the sweat chilled on us and the late afternoon sun turned the room to butter. Then, faintly, faintly, I heard a small sound. I opened my eyes and looked across Komal’s restive face. There, in the doorway, which I too, had forgotten to close, stood Aunt, and she was smiling!