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Next two weeks were probably the best days of my life. Sheila visited
me daily with Mansi. After the lunch Mansi would disappear for about
an hour giving us ample opportunity to fuck our minds out.
I was worried on the first day as what Mansi would be thinking about
me. But when she pretended to be ignorant of things happening
between Sheila and me, I got bolder. Mansi and I developed a silent
understanding, and she never talked about Sheila in my presence,
even at the home.
One day, when Mansi brought lunch, she was alone. Sheila was not
with her. Mansi informed that her husband had arrived last night and
took Sheila with her. Suddenly, it was autumn again in my life…the
same monotonous routine was back. Each day, Mansi would bring the
lunch and take back the dishes when I ate it, leaving me alone with
my magazines and my hand caressing my cock from one orgasm to
another.
However, one very important thing, which I failed to notice or rather, I
should say that I noticed quite late, was the behavior of my young
sister, Mansi. Ever since Sheila left the village, she was behaving little
abnormal, but I was so lost in my fantasies that could not sensed it.
Mansi was still bringing my lunch daily afternoon…but she had become
less talkative. She would watch me silently while I ate my lunch…her
eyes continuously boring into me when I was not looking at her.
Whenever, I caught her eyes, she simply turned it away. There was
something in her look, which appeared so familiar yet I could not
guess it.
However, her changed behavior had a positive side to it as she
become more caring about my every need. She began staying late in
the afternoon as if expecting some command from me. Even at the
home she began showing more concern about my liking and disliking.
When I began to notice the change, I was a bit puzzled initially but
didn’t care much as I was the sole beneficiary of her new avatar.
We never talked about Sheila…especially I deliberately avoided the
topic…because it always made me conscious in front of Mansi. I knew
that she was aware of things happened between Sheila and me, and
probably that was the reason why she was behaving shyly in front of
me.
One afternoon, when I sat for eating my lunch, Mansi left the room
and went out. I finished my lunch and looked for Mansi, but she wasn’t
there. I collected the lunch box and dishes and went out. I could not
find Mansi anywhere. I took the dirty utensils outside the pump room
and began cleaning them.
Outside of the pump room, my father had built a small size reservoir;
around six feet by five feet and about four feet deep…it looked more
like a miniature swimming pool. It was mostly used for storing the
water from the pump before directing it to fields by drain lines, but
sometimes we used is as a big size bathtub when the days were pretty
hot. It was always an exquisite feeling to stand in the tank feeling
fresh water from the pump discharge splashing against my body.
While cleaning the dishes, I looked for Mansi. Finally, I could trace
her…she had climbed on the scaffold, and observing the far corners of
our fields.
I finished cleaning the utensils; and went near the scaffold. I called
Mansi to get down and collect the lunch box. She heard me and
immediately lowered her legs on the wooden ladder connected with
the scaffold. I was standing exactly below the ladder.
As she stood on the top bar of the ladder way and proceeded to climb
down, I looked upward. Suddenly, my jaws fell open. Mansi was
wearing a long skirt that day; and from my position, I could see inside
her skirt…her creamy white shapely legs…joining at her delicate thighs
and the pink colored panties covering her pussy mound. My sex
starved cock swelled to an immediate erection.
Unaware of my prying eyes, Mansi descended from the ladder
continually giving me uninterrupted view of her hidden assets. My cock
was throbbing inside my pants. When she came lower, I deliberately
turned my head and moved away from my place. But I could feel my
heart pounding in my chest like a drum, and I was breathing hard.
She got down from the ladder, picked the tiffin box and plates and
looked at me. I gawked at her not knowing what to say.
“I’m going home.” She didn’t seem to notice my awkwardness.
I stood there watching her go…my mind was in turmoil. Just now I had
accidentally peeped inside my sister’s skirt and my body had
responded amorously to that. I was still supporting a throbbing hard
on.
I went inside the room…striped my clothes and stood naked in the
room. I desperately needed a release. I gripped my cock and began
diddling it, trying to think about Sheila but every time my sister’s
creamy thighs came before my eyes.
I fought hard to resist the temptation, trying to divert my thoughts
towards Sheila…but to no avail. I failed and finally surrendered to my
lust and masturbated to a wonderful release while thinking about my
beautiful sister’s creamy thighs and the delicious nest hidden behind
her pink panties.
That episode changed my thinking about my sister. I realized That
Mansi had grown up into a gorgeous woman…a woman whom any man
would love to fuck. That incident also made think more about my
sister; and that’s when I gave a serious thought to her changed
behavior.
I realized that the main thing that was disturbing me was the way my
young sister had been observing me ever since Sheila’s episode. After
the scaffold episode, I could guess what it was…certainly not a sisterly
looks at her brother…it was a stare of a woman who looked at
someone when she was in love. She was behaving more like a lovebird
rather than an innocent sister.
It was only a hunch and I knew that it might be wrong. Still I made up
my mind…I would seduce my young sister…and if succeeded I would
fuck her. My earlier two hunches had proved correct…my landlady in
Mumbai and Sheila were alibi to that…I therefore decide to try my luck
with my sister.
After returning home in the evening, I continuously monitored her
behavior towards me. More I observed…more I became firm in my
belief that my gut feeling was right.
Next day, I eagerly waited for Mansi. She came around one thirty.
When I finished my lunch, Mansi proceeded to collect the plates. I
stopped her.
“Don’t go now. I want to talk to you.”
She looked at me strangely and collecting the plates, she went out.
She returned after five minutes, drying her hands with a towel.
“Come here.” I showed her place on the edge of the bed. She sat
silently looking at me with curiosity. I sat beside her.
“Mansi…ugh…I…” I didn’t know how to began the conversation. “I…
mean…did your hear from Sheila recently.”
“Why…?” She looked at me innocently.
“No…just wanted to know whether she’s any plan to visit here.” I
realized my body was shivering with a strange kind of excitement.
“Not now…but she’ll come in winters.”
I looked into her eyes…again I found that strange look…a look as if
trying to tell me something.
“That’s more than six months…shit.” I swore impatiently.
“Why do you want her here?” Her voice was little agitated…I again
looked at my sister…she appeared jealous…no…she was jealous of her
friend.
“I miss her very much.”
She didn’t reply…but didn’t look pleased either.
“Do you know why I miss her?” My heart began to beat faster.
No answer.
“I know that you’re aware of what happened between Sheila and me.
And I’m sure that you had been peeping on us while I was making love
with her.”
It stuck her at the right place; I carefully observed the changing colors
of her face.
I felt bold.
“You spied on us…isn’t it?”
She looked at me, then her gaze diverted behind me. I turned around.
Mansi was looking at the small window, which was opening in the
pump room. The window could be unlocked from the pump room itself.
My baby sister had probably witnessed each and every fuck session
between Sheila and me.
I looked back at Mansi. Her face was red with embarrassment. She
tried to look back at me but turned her gaze.
“I’m going.” She rose from the bed and tried to leave. I immediately
gripped her hand. She again looked at me.
“Please let me go.” She made a feeble attempt to withdraw her hand…
but I didn’t let her go. I could feel her whole body shivering violently.
I stood from the bed and pull her in my arms. She melted easily in my
arms. I put my hands around her waist and gripped her body in my
arms…my lips hovering just above her moist lips. I could feel her hot
breath burning my lips.
I gently lowered my lips over hers, kissing her soft rosy lips. Mansi
closed her eyes…her body shook violently in my arms.
My lips traced along her cheeks…near her right ear.
“You’re very beautiful Mansi.” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper.
“I love you.” My tongue gently stroked her earlobe. She body again
shivered wildly…her breathing hard and erratic…her eyes remained
closed.
My hands slowly traveled to her buttocks, gently squeezing and
releasing her tight melons. Her ass cheeks were smaller than Sheila’s
but they were taut and spongy. Again, I brought my lips over hers and
kissed her hard. My one hand left her right ass and slowly traveled
over her thighs…to her pleasure mound hidden beneath her salwar.
Gently, I stroked her pussy mound through the material of her clothes.
Mansi moaned lightly.
My hand felt her cunt. I just could not believe…I was petting my little
sister cunt and she was enjoying it.
It was not possible for me to observe restraint anymore. I fumbled
with the cord of her salwar and undid it. The salwar slipped on the
floor. I could feel my heart beating like a drum and my fingers shaking
as I again touched her between her thighs through her panties…my
fingers getting first feel of her quivering pussy lips.
I broke the kiss and let her free of my arms. Before she could move, I
gripped her kurta from the hem and lifted it off her body. Mansi raised
her hands to help me in removing her kurta. I lift it off her head and
tossed on the side.
Mansi was standing before me…in the white cotton bra and panties.
The face scarlet with shame…I looked into her eyes…smiling lewdly.
Mansi could not meet my eyes and covered her face with hands. I
hugged her again in my arms…my trembling hands running all over
her delicate curves.
I helped her sit on the corner of the bed and sat beside her. My hands
moved to her breasts…feeling her soft spongy boobs. Then I took my
hands behind her and unhooked her bra, released it off her shoulders
and let it slide along her body. Her majestic tits were suddenly free.
Mansi’s tits were smaller than Sheila’s, but they appeared firm and
pliant. They had natural sag…her nipples already hard with excitement.
Her dark brown areolas looked magnificent. I brought my hands to her
creamy tits and squeezed them hard.
Mansi whimpered with joy.
“Ohhh…Mansi,” I gently kneaded her both nipples simultaneously.
“Your boobs are so soft…so delicate.”
Her nipples were standing out, demanding to be sucked. Her firm
smooth breasts looked every bit as inviting as the rest of her.
“Ahhh…!” She whispered erotically, her eyes were delirious with lust.
“Ohhh…it feels so good.”
With one hand, I continued pinching her teats; with other I unzipped
my fly and pulled my boner out of my pants. Relieved off its confine, it
stood triumphantly…like a rigid flagpole.
“Ohhh…ma!!!” Mansi exclaimed as she witnessed my erect organ…her
voice trembling with excitement. “It’s so big…” “You liked it.” I asked
proudly.
She smiled shyly. I took her hand and kept it over my rigid shaft. Her
fingers immediately encircled the shaft, and she began moving her
fingers over my cock. I felt like an electric shock running through my
loins, my cock jerked in her soft grip.
I mauled her tits roughly with my hand, causing her to whimper with a
lustful pain. My fingers sank into the soft, creamy flesh. I slowly
leaned over and brought my hungry mouth to her erect nipple. She
watched me as I stuck my tongue out, and stroked her teats with the
tip.
“Umh… bhaiya (brother).” She moaned forcing her sticking nipple into
my mouth. “Suck it.”
I greedily took her nipple between my lips. My hands roamed over her
soft smooth body slowly tracing it for to her belly button and the to
her hidden mound of pleasure. I bit on her nipples, my teeth pinching
hard her swollen tips. My fingers slowly moved inside her panties
elastic band and for the first time, I touched the soft curly hair
covering my sister’s cunt lips; her cunt was wet…soaking wet. I ran my
finger along her cunt lips feeling the wetness sticking to my fingers.
Mansi closed her eyes again and moaned. Her hands were still gripping
my rampant cock, her palm gently massaging along my cock length,
stroking the thick, throbbing cock-shaft.
I sucked her boobs, alternating between each of them, working my
wet tongue over her creamy globes, slurping and licking vehemently
until her tits were covered with my saliva.
“They're delicious.” I murmured.
She responded by coarsely squeezing and releasing my cock. She
unbuckled my pants and pulled them off my legs; I helped her by
lifting my ass off the bed. She removed my pants and began playing
with my cock again.
“Mansi…”
“Yeah…”
“Did you really watch when I fucked Sheila?”
“Yessss…” Her face flushed once again. She began fondling my balls.
“You watched it daily…I mean…each time.”
She looked at me, little perplexed.
“You like my cock.” I gave her a smile.
“Ohhh…yessss…” She cupped my balls, squeezing them softly. “It’s so
big. I watched it move in and out of Sheila’s…c…ugh…hole. It looked
terrific. How did she take whole of it inside her.”
I winked at her. “You’ll find out very soon.” I remarked lewdly. Then
took her head and slowly bent it over my cock, until her lips touched
the flaring head of my cock.
“Suck it.” I grunted. “Like Sheila…”
Mansi knelt between my legs. I spread my legs to provide her better
access. Mansi appeared to be mesmerized by my monster…probably
her first cock of her life. I knew that I was better endowed than many
people…at least my landlady in Mumbai and Sheila were there to
vouch for it.
She gripped my cock at the base and gently rubbed it over her lips. A
small drop of precum spread over her moist lips.
“It’s so beautiful…so thick!!” She whispered trying to measure the
circumference with her grip.
She slid her hand up and down the whole length of the shaft, from my
thick thatch of jet-black hair to its glistening head.
She stuck her hot tongue out and she touched the tiny peehole. She
wet it with her saliva licking the bulbous head from one side to other.
Then she opened her lips wide and took the cock head between her
hot lips.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…!” That all I could mutter…feeling the flow of
extreme rapture flowing through my body. I forced my cock deep into
her sucking mouth causing her to gag for a moment. Then I eased my
cock and drew it backward. Relaxed, she groped the base and took the
remaining length inside her mouth.
Mansi reached below the jutting cock-shaft and cupped my pendulous
balls in her hand, caressing and squeezing them as she suck on my
cock.
“Lick my balls…Mansi.” I grunted. “Take them in your mouth.”
She obliged me by taking one of my balls inside her mouth and
sucking it hard letting hot waves of pure lush through my body. She
ran her tongue across my entire scrotum, as she took each ball into
her mouth and washed it around. Satisfied with her effort she again
diverted her attention to my cock and took it in her mouth.
My long abstinence from a woman was about to take its toll, as I found
more and more difficult to hold my ejaculation. I desperately wanted
to cum in my sister’s mouth.
Mansi sucked and licked with growing passion, squeezing my cock
forcibly to release the drop of precum that might have built at the tip.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth. Drink it…every drop of it.”
I pumped my cock deeper in her mouth. My whole body became tense
with pleasure and then I began to ejaculate in my young sister sucking
mouth. I didn’t realize that it could back fire on me if she didn’t like
the taste of my semen. It could be the biggest turn off for a woman if
she was forced to swallow the semen. In my previous encounters, both
the women liked the taste of cum, and they enjoyed when I ejaculated
in their mouth.
However, my fears were none founded as Mansi continued sucking my
cock with ease without letting any drop ooze out of her lips.
Slowly the force of ejaculation subsided and my cock ceased throbbing
inside her mouth. She continued sucking my softening cock. She
looked at me and I gave her a satisfactory groan.
Then she gave it one final kiss and let go my cock out of her hungry
mouth. She opened her mouth showing her tongue covered with my
spunk. I drew her back in my arm and planted my lips over hers and
buried my tongue deep inside cum filled mouth.
I loved the feeling of eating my own cum from my sister’s mouth. We
enjoyed the feast until there was nothing left to suck. Finally, we broke
the kiss.
“Ohhh…sis,” I exclaimed. “You’re a great cock sucker.”
She smiled mischievously.
“If Sheila can do it why cant I?”
I liked the spirit. After all, such horny competitions were ultimately
benefiting me only.
A Touch Of Luck Ch. 03
I took Mansi by her waist and help her sit in the same position where I
had been sitting so far. Mansi sat at the edge of the bed with her legs
astride exposing her mouth watering hidden mound of love to my lusty
vision.
"It's my turn l'il sis..." I sank to my knee in front of him and brought
my head near her crotch.
I knelt between her legs and inserted my fingers inside the elastic of
her panties...gently pulling it along her thighs. Mansi watched me
intently and lifted her ass off the bed so that I could slide her panties.
I removed her panties, gradually exposing her delicious cunt to my
lustful gaze. Then I threw it on the floor.
My little sister was now sitting in front of naked...her
legs wide spread, her gorgeous cunt open looking at me invitingly.
Mansi had less hair on her pussy than Sheila but her cunt lips were
more prominent, puffier like a fresh piece of bread. Her slit was
partially open and her swollen clit was peeping out in its majestic
glory.
I was amazed by my sister's beauty, and the fact that she was all for
me, made me long for her more. I wanted to kiss her everywhere.
I began with her beautiful soft breasts. I licked and kissed them one
by one, flicking the sensitive tips of her fully erect nipples with my
tongue, and teasing them with my teeth.
During this period my hand was caressing the soft smooth skin of her
inner thighs...the soaking wetness over her fluffy mound...the
slickness of her cuntlips.
Mansi began squirming with pleasure as my finger touched her clit. My
lips began the downward journey, slowly to her belly button and then
finally very top of her hairy triangle. My tongue licked her crispy curly
hair making it wet with my saliva. And then my hungry tongue
touched the outer lips of her cunt.
Mansi moaned loudly.
I ran my tongue along her puffy slit, in the process stroking her clit
with the tip, and began to lap at her inner thighs slowly licking the
every trace of her wetness sticking to her thighs. I could feel the
mind-blowing fragrance of her sex. I licked the slick hair covering her
cuntlips, enjoying the taste of her juices. I loved eating pussy and
Mansi's pussy tasted heavenly...that's what I felt...probably because
one don't get a chance to suck his own sister's pussy...or probably it
was more forbidden than any other pussy I had licked so far.
Mansi was certainly enjoying the assault of my tongue over her
cuntlips, quite evident from her non-stop moans and groans. She put
her both hands on my head, was gently forced it deeper into her
welcoming cunt. I responded to her invitation by thrusting my tongue
into her open wetness.
I delicately pulled her lips apart, and gently entered my tongue into
her tight hole. Her wetness soaked my lips and chin luxuriously. I
licked her passion fluid off her cunt and then began to lap at her
clitoris while my fingers opened her flowery cunt lips and I inserted
two fingers inside her hot channel. I began finger fucking her.
I was sure that my sister was virgin and my fingers were the first one
to intrude the most inner and the most intimate part of her body. And
she was enjoying all of it. I could feel my cock slowly rising to another
erection.
My mind was reeling with unbounded ecstasy. I could not believe that
I was sucking my own sister's cunt. Hitherto, I didn't believe that such
things like incest actually existed in reality; and now my tongue was
playing with my dear sister's cunt and she too was enjoying it.
Mansi began to whimper...her fingers gripped my hair, pulling them
excitedly. Her whole body became rigid with pleasure and she pushed
her virgin cunt into my licking face.
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee...ahhhhhh..." Her hand fiercely pulled my head
into her cunt as her orgasm hit her.
She let out a long groan and collapsed on the bed. I didn't let her go
and lifted her legs over my shoulder and continued licking her cunt. My
deft tongue attacked her clit again and again and she responded by
inundating my aching tongue with her spending.
I intended to continue nonstop but she forced my head away from her
cunt and covered it with her hands.
"Please stop." Her lust driven eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint.
"It's tickling."
I stood from my place and slipped beside her. I drew her naked body
in my arms and we kissed passionately. I let her feel her own
secretions form my lips.
"You like it." I fondled her breast as she licked my lips.
"Oh...bhaiya (brother)." She said giggling.
My already hardened cock was poking against her belly. Mansi stated
down at my engorged cock.
"God...! It's hard again." She grabbed it...rubbing its head against her
wet bush. "What does it want?"
"My l'il sister's delicious cunt." I kept my hand over her cunt and ran a
finger along its slit.
She brought my cock head little lower and rubbed it along her cunt
slit.
"You didn't answer dear sis." I continued running my fingers along her
wet crack.
"Its all yours bhaiya...all yours. Take it." She rubbed my glistening
cock head against her inner labia. "Make me a woman...teach me the
art of love."
I groaned with pleasure feeling my sister's hot breath burning my face,
her supple tits mashed against my chest.
I sat and repositioned her body on the bed. She sprawled out on the
wooden bed, her legs astride, her virgin cunt wet and ready for my
raging cock...her own brother's cock. I kneeled between her legs.
I took my swollen prick between my fingers.
"I'm going to make you a woman...my woman."
"Please...slowly."
"I'll be gentle. It gonna hurt a little in the beginning. But then you'll
the love the feel."
I grabbed the tick base of my cock and aimed its blood-swollen tip at
the opening of her juicy cunt. I forced my cock head; her hair cover
pussy lips spread opened to my intruding organ.
"Yeah...!" I only muttered as I pushed my cock head between the
puffy folds of her delicate pussy. "I'm gonna give it to you nice and
hard."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." She hissed as my cock head pressed against her
cherry. "Do it. Do it!"
I grabbed her thighs and lunged my hips forward. My cock head ripped
her cherry and entered her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!"
She moaned with pain and her whole body shook uncontrollably. I
didn't let her go and gave another thrust; my swollen cock head
disappeared inside her tight cunt.
"Oh...god it's hurting...bhaiya. Please take it out." She eyes were
suddenly wet.
"Don't worry sis, you gonna like it." I eased the pressure a bit and let
her relax. As soon as she relaxed, I pressed my cock again with a
brutal force, burying the whole length of my cock deep inside her. Her
pain filled shriek filled the room.
"God...Mansi...you're so tight!" I could feel my balls touching her ass
cheeks. I released the pressure on her legs but let my hardness
remained embedded in her heavenly furrow. No doubt her cunt was
tight...much tighter than those of my pervious fuck partners. But it
was well lubricated due to prolong foreplay and it helped my cock
when I pushed it inside her.
I looked at my sister; tears wailing in her eyes...her face grimaced
with pain...but it was easing and she was slowly gaining her control.
"Its hurting...Ahhh..."
"Relax Mansi...relax..." I gently kissed her on her lips. "Its over...its
completely in...see."
I took her hand and kept it over her cunt...where my cock was
penetrating her. She fumbled with my hardness.
"Ohhh...god." All she could feel the base of my cock and the thick
growth of hair at the base. My complete seven and half inch boner was
deep inside her quivering cunt.
"How it feels."
Her pain seemed to have eased and she began to enjoy the feel of first
cock inside her pussy.
"Oh...god! I feel so stuffed." She shuddered. "But it feels good...so
good."
"I told you gonna love it. Now get ready for the real fuck."
I pulled back my cock until only the head of it remained inside her
young pussy and then forced it back wildly causing her to whimper
with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Like it?"
'Yes...yessss...it was so good. Please do it again."
I began fucking her cunt with a slow rhythm. Her tight cunt was
gripping my cock like a tight sheath, which would never let my cock go
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me daily with Mansi. After the lunch Mansi would disappear for about
an hour giving us ample opportunity to fuck our minds out.
I was worried on the first day as what Mansi would be thinking about
me. But when she pretended to be ignorant of things happening
between Sheila and me, I got bolder. Mansi and I developed a silent
understanding, and she never talked about Sheila in my presence,
even at the home.
One day, when Mansi brought lunch, she was alone. Sheila was not
with her. Mansi informed that her husband had arrived last night and
took Sheila with her. Suddenly, it was autumn again in my life…the
same monotonous routine was back. Each day, Mansi would bring the
lunch and take back the dishes when I ate it, leaving me alone with
my magazines and my hand caressing my cock from one orgasm to
another.
However, one very important thing, which I failed to notice or rather, I
should say that I noticed quite late, was the behavior of my young
sister, Mansi. Ever since Sheila left the village, she was behaving little
abnormal, but I was so lost in my fantasies that could not sensed it.
Mansi was still bringing my lunch daily afternoon…but she had become
less talkative. She would watch me silently while I ate my lunch…her
eyes continuously boring into me when I was not looking at her.
Whenever, I caught her eyes, she simply turned it away. There was
something in her look, which appeared so familiar yet I could not
guess it.
However, her changed behavior had a positive side to it as she
become more caring about my every need. She began staying late in
the afternoon as if expecting some command from me. Even at the
home she began showing more concern about my liking and disliking.
When I began to notice the change, I was a bit puzzled initially but
didn’t care much as I was the sole beneficiary of her new avatar.
We never talked about Sheila…especially I deliberately avoided the
topic…because it always made me conscious in front of Mansi. I knew
that she was aware of things happened between Sheila and me, and
probably that was the reason why she was behaving shyly in front of
me.
One afternoon, when I sat for eating my lunch, Mansi left the room
and went out. I finished my lunch and looked for Mansi, but she wasn’t
there. I collected the lunch box and dishes and went out. I could not
find Mansi anywhere. I took the dirty utensils outside the pump room
and began cleaning them.
Outside of the pump room, my father had built a small size reservoir;
around six feet by five feet and about four feet deep…it looked more
like a miniature swimming pool. It was mostly used for storing the
water from the pump before directing it to fields by drain lines, but
sometimes we used is as a big size bathtub when the days were pretty
hot. It was always an exquisite feeling to stand in the tank feeling
fresh water from the pump discharge splashing against my body.
While cleaning the dishes, I looked for Mansi. Finally, I could trace
her…she had climbed on the scaffold, and observing the far corners of
our fields.
I finished cleaning the utensils; and went near the scaffold. I called
Mansi to get down and collect the lunch box. She heard me and
immediately lowered her legs on the wooden ladder connected with
the scaffold. I was standing exactly below the ladder.
As she stood on the top bar of the ladder way and proceeded to climb
down, I looked upward. Suddenly, my jaws fell open. Mansi was
wearing a long skirt that day; and from my position, I could see inside
her skirt…her creamy white shapely legs…joining at her delicate thighs
and the pink colored panties covering her pussy mound. My sex
starved cock swelled to an immediate erection.
Unaware of my prying eyes, Mansi descended from the ladder
continually giving me uninterrupted view of her hidden assets. My cock
was throbbing inside my pants. When she came lower, I deliberately
turned my head and moved away from my place. But I could feel my
heart pounding in my chest like a drum, and I was breathing hard.
She got down from the ladder, picked the tiffin box and plates and
looked at me. I gawked at her not knowing what to say.
“I’m going home.” She didn’t seem to notice my awkwardness.
I stood there watching her go…my mind was in turmoil. Just now I had
accidentally peeped inside my sister’s skirt and my body had
responded amorously to that. I was still supporting a throbbing hard
on.
I went inside the room…striped my clothes and stood naked in the
room. I desperately needed a release. I gripped my cock and began
diddling it, trying to think about Sheila but every time my sister’s
creamy thighs came before my eyes.
I fought hard to resist the temptation, trying to divert my thoughts
towards Sheila…but to no avail. I failed and finally surrendered to my
lust and masturbated to a wonderful release while thinking about my
beautiful sister’s creamy thighs and the delicious nest hidden behind
her pink panties.
That episode changed my thinking about my sister. I realized That
Mansi had grown up into a gorgeous woman…a woman whom any man
would love to fuck. That incident also made think more about my
sister; and that’s when I gave a serious thought to her changed
behavior.
I realized that the main thing that was disturbing me was the way my
young sister had been observing me ever since Sheila’s episode. After
the scaffold episode, I could guess what it was…certainly not a sisterly
looks at her brother…it was a stare of a woman who looked at
someone when she was in love. She was behaving more like a lovebird
rather than an innocent sister.
It was only a hunch and I knew that it might be wrong. Still I made up
my mind…I would seduce my young sister…and if succeeded I would
fuck her. My earlier two hunches had proved correct…my landlady in
Mumbai and Sheila were alibi to that…I therefore decide to try my luck
with my sister.
After returning home in the evening, I continuously monitored her
behavior towards me. More I observed…more I became firm in my
belief that my gut feeling was right.
Next day, I eagerly waited for Mansi. She came around one thirty.
When I finished my lunch, Mansi proceeded to collect the plates. I
stopped her.
“Don’t go now. I want to talk to you.”
She looked at me strangely and collecting the plates, she went out.
She returned after five minutes, drying her hands with a towel.
“Come here.” I showed her place on the edge of the bed. She sat
silently looking at me with curiosity. I sat beside her.
“Mansi…ugh…I…” I didn’t know how to began the conversation. “I…
mean…did your hear from Sheila recently.”
“Why…?” She looked at me innocently.
“No…just wanted to know whether she’s any plan to visit here.” I
realized my body was shivering with a strange kind of excitement.
“Not now…but she’ll come in winters.”
I looked into her eyes…again I found that strange look…a look as if
trying to tell me something.
“That’s more than six months…shit.” I swore impatiently.
“Why do you want her here?” Her voice was little agitated…I again
looked at my sister…she appeared jealous…no…she was jealous of her
friend.
“I miss her very much.”
She didn’t reply…but didn’t look pleased either.
“Do you know why I miss her?” My heart began to beat faster.
No answer.
“I know that you’re aware of what happened between Sheila and me.
And I’m sure that you had been peeping on us while I was making love
with her.”
It stuck her at the right place; I carefully observed the changing colors
of her face.
I felt bold.
“You spied on us…isn’t it?”
She looked at me, then her gaze diverted behind me. I turned around.
Mansi was looking at the small window, which was opening in the
pump room. The window could be unlocked from the pump room itself.
My baby sister had probably witnessed each and every fuck session
between Sheila and me.
I looked back at Mansi. Her face was red with embarrassment. She
tried to look back at me but turned her gaze.
“I’m going.” She rose from the bed and tried to leave. I immediately
gripped her hand. She again looked at me.
“Please let me go.” She made a feeble attempt to withdraw her hand…
but I didn’t let her go. I could feel her whole body shivering violently.
I stood from the bed and pull her in my arms. She melted easily in my
arms. I put my hands around her waist and gripped her body in my
arms…my lips hovering just above her moist lips. I could feel her hot
breath burning my lips.
I gently lowered my lips over hers, kissing her soft rosy lips. Mansi
closed her eyes…her body shook violently in my arms.
My lips traced along her cheeks…near her right ear.
“You’re very beautiful Mansi.” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper.
“I love you.” My tongue gently stroked her earlobe. She body again
shivered wildly…her breathing hard and erratic…her eyes remained
closed.
My hands slowly traveled to her buttocks, gently squeezing and
releasing her tight melons. Her ass cheeks were smaller than Sheila’s
but they were taut and spongy. Again, I brought my lips over hers and
kissed her hard. My one hand left her right ass and slowly traveled
over her thighs…to her pleasure mound hidden beneath her salwar.
Gently, I stroked her pussy mound through the material of her clothes.
Mansi moaned lightly.
My hand felt her cunt. I just could not believe…I was petting my little
sister cunt and she was enjoying it.
It was not possible for me to observe restraint anymore. I fumbled
with the cord of her salwar and undid it. The salwar slipped on the
floor. I could feel my heart beating like a drum and my fingers shaking
as I again touched her between her thighs through her panties…my
fingers getting first feel of her quivering pussy lips.
I broke the kiss and let her free of my arms. Before she could move, I
gripped her kurta from the hem and lifted it off her body. Mansi raised
her hands to help me in removing her kurta. I lift it off her head and
tossed on the side.
Mansi was standing before me…in the white cotton bra and panties.
The face scarlet with shame…I looked into her eyes…smiling lewdly.
Mansi could not meet my eyes and covered her face with hands. I
hugged her again in my arms…my trembling hands running all over
her delicate curves.
I helped her sit on the corner of the bed and sat beside her. My hands
moved to her breasts…feeling her soft spongy boobs. Then I took my
hands behind her and unhooked her bra, released it off her shoulders
and let it slide along her body. Her majestic tits were suddenly free.
Mansi’s tits were smaller than Sheila’s, but they appeared firm and
pliant. They had natural sag…her nipples already hard with excitement.
Her dark brown areolas looked magnificent. I brought my hands to her
creamy tits and squeezed them hard.
Mansi whimpered with joy.
“Ohhh…Mansi,” I gently kneaded her both nipples simultaneously.
“Your boobs are so soft…so delicate.”
Her nipples were standing out, demanding to be sucked. Her firm
smooth breasts looked every bit as inviting as the rest of her.
“Ahhh…!” She whispered erotically, her eyes were delirious with lust.
“Ohhh…it feels so good.”
With one hand, I continued pinching her teats; with other I unzipped
my fly and pulled my boner out of my pants. Relieved off its confine, it
stood triumphantly…like a rigid flagpole.
“Ohhh…ma!!!” Mansi exclaimed as she witnessed my erect organ…her
voice trembling with excitement. “It’s so big…” “You liked it.” I asked
proudly.
She smiled shyly. I took her hand and kept it over my rigid shaft. Her
fingers immediately encircled the shaft, and she began moving her
fingers over my cock. I felt like an electric shock running through my
loins, my cock jerked in her soft grip.
I mauled her tits roughly with my hand, causing her to whimper with a
lustful pain. My fingers sank into the soft, creamy flesh. I slowly
leaned over and brought my hungry mouth to her erect nipple. She
watched me as I stuck my tongue out, and stroked her teats with the
tip.
“Umh… bhaiya (brother).” She moaned forcing her sticking nipple into
my mouth. “Suck it.”
I greedily took her nipple between my lips. My hands roamed over her
soft smooth body slowly tracing it for to her belly button and the to
her hidden mound of pleasure. I bit on her nipples, my teeth pinching
hard her swollen tips. My fingers slowly moved inside her panties
elastic band and for the first time, I touched the soft curly hair
covering my sister’s cunt lips; her cunt was wet…soaking wet. I ran my
finger along her cunt lips feeling the wetness sticking to my fingers.
Mansi closed her eyes again and moaned. Her hands were still gripping
my rampant cock, her palm gently massaging along my cock length,
stroking the thick, throbbing cock-shaft.
I sucked her boobs, alternating between each of them, working my
wet tongue over her creamy globes, slurping and licking vehemently
until her tits were covered with my saliva.
“They're delicious.” I murmured.
She responded by coarsely squeezing and releasing my cock. She
unbuckled my pants and pulled them off my legs; I helped her by
lifting my ass off the bed. She removed my pants and began playing
with my cock again.
“Mansi…”
“Yeah…”
“Did you really watch when I fucked Sheila?”
“Yessss…” Her face flushed once again. She began fondling my balls.
“You watched it daily…I mean…each time.”
She looked at me, little perplexed.
“You like my cock.” I gave her a smile.
“Ohhh…yessss…” She cupped my balls, squeezing them softly. “It’s so
big. I watched it move in and out of Sheila’s…c…ugh…hole. It looked
terrific. How did she take whole of it inside her.”
I winked at her. “You’ll find out very soon.” I remarked lewdly. Then
took her head and slowly bent it over my cock, until her lips touched
the flaring head of my cock.
“Suck it.” I grunted. “Like Sheila…”
Mansi knelt between my legs. I spread my legs to provide her better
access. Mansi appeared to be mesmerized by my monster…probably
her first cock of her life. I knew that I was better endowed than many
people…at least my landlady in Mumbai and Sheila were there to
vouch for it.
She gripped my cock at the base and gently rubbed it over her lips. A
small drop of precum spread over her moist lips.
“It’s so beautiful…so thick!!” She whispered trying to measure the
circumference with her grip.
She slid her hand up and down the whole length of the shaft, from my
thick thatch of jet-black hair to its glistening head.
She stuck her hot tongue out and she touched the tiny peehole. She
wet it with her saliva licking the bulbous head from one side to other.
Then she opened her lips wide and took the cock head between her
hot lips.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…!” That all I could mutter…feeling the flow of
extreme rapture flowing through my body. I forced my cock deep into
her sucking mouth causing her to gag for a moment. Then I eased my
cock and drew it backward. Relaxed, she groped the base and took the
remaining length inside her mouth.
Mansi reached below the jutting cock-shaft and cupped my pendulous
balls in her hand, caressing and squeezing them as she suck on my
cock.
“Lick my balls…Mansi.” I grunted. “Take them in your mouth.”
She obliged me by taking one of my balls inside her mouth and
sucking it hard letting hot waves of pure lush through my body. She
ran her tongue across my entire scrotum, as she took each ball into
her mouth and washed it around. Satisfied with her effort she again
diverted her attention to my cock and took it in her mouth.
My long abstinence from a woman was about to take its toll, as I found
more and more difficult to hold my ejaculation. I desperately wanted
to cum in my sister’s mouth.
Mansi sucked and licked with growing passion, squeezing my cock
forcibly to release the drop of precum that might have built at the tip.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth. Drink it…every drop of it.”
I pumped my cock deeper in her mouth. My whole body became tense
with pleasure and then I began to ejaculate in my young sister sucking
mouth. I didn’t realize that it could back fire on me if she didn’t like
the taste of my semen. It could be the biggest turn off for a woman if
she was forced to swallow the semen. In my previous encounters, both
the women liked the taste of cum, and they enjoyed when I ejaculated
in their mouth.
However, my fears were none founded as Mansi continued sucking my
cock with ease without letting any drop ooze out of her lips.
Slowly the force of ejaculation subsided and my cock ceased throbbing
inside her mouth. She continued sucking my softening cock. She
looked at me and I gave her a satisfactory groan.
Then she gave it one final kiss and let go my cock out of her hungry
mouth. She opened her mouth showing her tongue covered with my
spunk. I drew her back in my arm and planted my lips over hers and
buried my tongue deep inside cum filled mouth.
I loved the feeling of eating my own cum from my sister’s mouth. We
enjoyed the feast until there was nothing left to suck. Finally, we broke
the kiss.
“Ohhh…sis,” I exclaimed. “You’re a great cock sucker.”
She smiled mischievously.
“If Sheila can do it why cant I?”
I liked the spirit. After all, such horny competitions were ultimately
benefiting me only.
A Touch Of Luck Ch. 03
I took Mansi by her waist and help her sit in the same position where I
had been sitting so far. Mansi sat at the edge of the bed with her legs
astride exposing her mouth watering hidden mound of love to my lusty
vision.
"It's my turn l'il sis..." I sank to my knee in front of him and brought
my head near her crotch.
I knelt between her legs and inserted my fingers inside the elastic of
her panties...gently pulling it along her thighs. Mansi watched me
intently and lifted her ass off the bed so that I could slide her panties.
I removed her panties, gradually exposing her delicious cunt to my
lustful gaze. Then I threw it on the floor.
My little sister was now sitting in front of naked...her
legs wide spread, her gorgeous cunt open looking at me invitingly.
Mansi had less hair on her pussy than Sheila but her cunt lips were
more prominent, puffier like a fresh piece of bread. Her slit was
partially open and her swollen clit was peeping out in its majestic
glory.
I was amazed by my sister's beauty, and the fact that she was all for
me, made me long for her more. I wanted to kiss her everywhere.
I began with her beautiful soft breasts. I licked and kissed them one
by one, flicking the sensitive tips of her fully erect nipples with my
tongue, and teasing them with my teeth.
During this period my hand was caressing the soft smooth skin of her
inner thighs...the soaking wetness over her fluffy mound...the
slickness of her cuntlips.
Mansi began squirming with pleasure as my finger touched her clit. My
lips began the downward journey, slowly to her belly button and then
finally very top of her hairy triangle. My tongue licked her crispy curly
hair making it wet with my saliva. And then my hungry tongue
touched the outer lips of her cunt.
Mansi moaned loudly.
I ran my tongue along her puffy slit, in the process stroking her clit
with the tip, and began to lap at her inner thighs slowly licking the
every trace of her wetness sticking to her thighs. I could feel the
mind-blowing fragrance of her sex. I licked the slick hair covering her
cuntlips, enjoying the taste of her juices. I loved eating pussy and
Mansi's pussy tasted heavenly...that's what I felt...probably because
one don't get a chance to suck his own sister's pussy...or probably it
was more forbidden than any other pussy I had licked so far.
Mansi was certainly enjoying the assault of my tongue over her
cuntlips, quite evident from her non-stop moans and groans. She put
her both hands on my head, was gently forced it deeper into her
welcoming cunt. I responded to her invitation by thrusting my tongue
into her open wetness.
I delicately pulled her lips apart, and gently entered my tongue into
her tight hole. Her wetness soaked my lips and chin luxuriously. I
licked her passion fluid off her cunt and then began to lap at her
clitoris while my fingers opened her flowery cunt lips and I inserted
two fingers inside her hot channel. I began finger fucking her.
I was sure that my sister was virgin and my fingers were the first one
to intrude the most inner and the most intimate part of her body. And
she was enjoying all of it. I could feel my cock slowly rising to another
erection.
My mind was reeling with unbounded ecstasy. I could not believe that
I was sucking my own sister's cunt. Hitherto, I didn't believe that such
things like incest actually existed in reality; and now my tongue was
playing with my dear sister's cunt and she too was enjoying it.
Mansi began to whimper...her fingers gripped my hair, pulling them
excitedly. Her whole body became rigid with pleasure and she pushed
her virgin cunt into my licking face.
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee...ahhhhhh..." Her hand fiercely pulled my head
into her cunt as her orgasm hit her.
She let out a long groan and collapsed on the bed. I didn't let her go
and lifted her legs over my shoulder and continued licking her cunt. My
deft tongue attacked her clit again and again and she responded by
inundating my aching tongue with her spending.
I intended to continue nonstop but she forced my head away from her
cunt and covered it with her hands.
"Please stop." Her lust driven eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint.
"It's tickling."
I stood from my place and slipped beside her. I drew her naked body
in my arms and we kissed passionately. I let her feel her own
secretions form my lips.
"You like it." I fondled her breast as she licked my lips.
"Oh...bhaiya (brother)." She said giggling.
My already hardened cock was poking against her belly. Mansi stated
down at my engorged cock.
"God...! It's hard again." She grabbed it...rubbing its head against her
wet bush. "What does it want?"
"My l'il sister's delicious cunt." I kept my hand over her cunt and ran a
finger along its slit.
She brought my cock head little lower and rubbed it along her cunt
slit.
"You didn't answer dear sis." I continued running my fingers along her
wet crack.
"Its all yours bhaiya...all yours. Take it." She rubbed my glistening
cock head against her inner labia. "Make me a woman...teach me the
art of love."
I groaned with pleasure feeling my sister's hot breath burning my face,
her supple tits mashed against my chest.
I sat and repositioned her body on the bed. She sprawled out on the
wooden bed, her legs astride, her virgin cunt wet and ready for my
raging cock...her own brother's cock. I kneeled between her legs.
I took my swollen prick between my fingers.
"I'm going to make you a woman...my woman."
"Please...slowly."
"I'll be gentle. It gonna hurt a little in the beginning. But then you'll
the love the feel."
I grabbed the tick base of my cock and aimed its blood-swollen tip at
the opening of her juicy cunt. I forced my cock head; her hair cover
pussy lips spread opened to my intruding organ.
"Yeah...!" I only muttered as I pushed my cock head between the
puffy folds of her delicate pussy. "I'm gonna give it to you nice and
hard."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." She hissed as my cock head pressed against her
cherry. "Do it. Do it!"
I grabbed her thighs and lunged my hips forward. My cock head ripped
her cherry and entered her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!"
She moaned with pain and her whole body shook uncontrollably. I
didn't let her go and gave another thrust; my swollen cock head
disappeared inside her tight cunt.
"Oh...god it's hurting...bhaiya. Please take it out." She eyes were
suddenly wet.
"Don't worry sis, you gonna like it." I eased the pressure a bit and let
her relax. As soon as she relaxed, I pressed my cock again with a
brutal force, burying the whole length of my cock deep inside her. Her
pain filled shriek filled the room.
"God...Mansi...you're so tight!" I could feel my balls touching her ass
cheeks. I released the pressure on her legs but let my hardness
remained embedded in her heavenly furrow. No doubt her cunt was
tight...much tighter than those of my pervious fuck partners. But it
was well lubricated due to prolong foreplay and it helped my cock
when I pushed it inside her.
I looked at my sister; tears wailing in her eyes...her face grimaced
with pain...but it was easing and she was slowly gaining her control.
"Its hurting...Ahhh..."
"Relax Mansi...relax..." I gently kissed her on her lips. "Its over...its
completely in...see."
I took her hand and kept it over her cunt...where my cock was
penetrating her. She fumbled with my hardness.
"Ohhh...god." All she could feel the base of my cock and the thick
growth of hair at the base. My complete seven and half inch boner was
deep inside her quivering cunt.
"How it feels."
Her pain seemed to have eased and she began to enjoy the feel of first
cock inside her pussy.
"Oh...god! I feel so stuffed." She shuddered. "But it feels good...so
good."
"I told you gonna love it. Now get ready for the real fuck."
I pulled back my cock until only the head of it remained inside her
young pussy and then forced it back wildly causing her to whimper
with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Like it?"
'Yes...yessss...it was so good. Please do it again."
I began fucking her cunt with a slow rhythm. Her tight cunt was
gripping my cock like a tight sheath, which would never let my cock go
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