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I am Akash, 22-year-old guy from Coimbatore. This is a real incest story of one of my readers, Rohit. His sister, Dharshini is a classical dancer, and an athlete – so you can imagine how fit she is.
Dharshini completed her bachelors in NIT. She moved to Bangalore to complete her masters. She is currently working in an MNC and of course, she is residing in the most colourful city, Bangalore.
I have been writing here for some time and made friends with some interesting people. But this story is the only one for which I got updates from Day 1. The story is written in the first person to make it more interesting.
I have been a virgin all my life. I have fantasized about many women and jerked off over a thousand times. I have had girlfriends, beautiful ones really; I have just-friends, only beautiful ones of course, but they all wane in beauty when compared to my sister.
I used to think of the times when my sister hugged me tightly in childhood. I wish I could do the same now, but I know women have an extraordinary vision in perceiving the real intention.
My sister Dharshini is a tad chubby. Yes, she doesn’t have the looks and structure of a model, but I never fantasized models. To me, they don’t look real.
My sister does have a good structure: well-developed breast portions, shrunk stomach, and a little wide hips. And to top it all, she has the best smile I have ever seen.
Dharshini is not fair; she is not dark. She is between the two but slightly leaning over fair. Round eyes, but that’s not the only one that is round; dark eyebrows; pink lips – all these together gives her the form of an ideal woman, a woman to whom a man can never say ‘No’.
I know this is a taboo topic. And trust me, although I admired my sister, I never made a move. When I am alone at home, she would come out of the bath wearing a sports bra and pantie. Sometimes, my sister would be covering herself with a towel, but there are many occasions where she did not.
Even when I walk into her when changing, she wouldn’t budge. God, I loved seeing droplets on my sister’s bare skin. Teensy fat over her belly, and that navel.. I am literally running out of words to describe her.
I wanted to hold her hips, run my fingers over her shrunk belly, and play with her navel; but I never made my move. I knew it was off limits.
But it all changed one fateful day. I am staying in Bangalore now. We have an orchard in my native place and when we go back, we would often spend go to the water storage tanks, turn on the motor and get ourselves drenched in the water. It was our routine since we were children.
I would undo my shirt and trousers out in the open and my sister, Dharshini would get changed in the motor room.
When we were in the water brimming to our neck, I would often steal looks of her boobs bouncing in the water. As the tides of the water tank nudged us gently, her t-shirt would stick to her skin and I can voyeur all her structure.
I would even imagine the position of her nipples and its shade and structure. Sometimes, the picture of a drop rolling from the side of her head to the temple and then to the cheek before it slides to the chin and joins the pool is extremely vivid and in slow motion. The drops on her lips would reflect her pink toned petals. I wanted to become water.
Dharshini would flick her hair and wipe her face before she catches me ogling at her. And I had no choice but to try hard to not get harder. She would smile at me and her teeth would sparkle, and that moment, I would lose myself.
At times, she would bend and I could catch vivid glimpses of her cleavage, or I could say two milky boobs crushing each other. I wanted to remain between them.
It was maybe a year back when we were having a nice time in our ancestral place. I entered the motor room without prior notice. She was topless. As soon as she saw me, she covered herself with the removed t-shirt. But what I saw was etched on my memory.
My perception, my control, all wrecked after that incident. I wanted to fondle her boobs and suck my sister’s lips dry. I wanted to caress her body and give her the pleasure that she wanted the moment to be recurring.
I was a changed man. Ever since the occasion, whenever I see my sister, I always remember her topless. The picture was unerasable and my sister was undeniably voluptuous. My perception was changing.
“Dharshu is my sister; she is mine before she becomes someone else’s.”
“I should be the one to introduce her the pleasures of bodily orifices.”
“It is a sin that my adorable sister have to wait till marriage to experience the heavenly pleasure.”
I was yearning for her tender body, but I never knew these were actually my responsibilities. I should prepare my sister for the best and worst. But I can’t approach her just like that. The world was far too behind to understand all that.
After that, every day was pleasant to my eyes. I just accepted what I am. My sister didn’t have to accept and neither my kith and kin. Like I explained, I was a changed man.
My lust wasn’t running rampant; it was smouldering but I kept it unseen. Occasional brush on my sister’s breasts always amazed me and a boner was spot on. Her cleavage show always mesmerized me and made me swoon.
It was maybe a month ago, I gathered the courage to confess.
“Dharshini, I am a man. I have my urges. I know what I am thinking is wrong but I can’t help but feel seduced every time I see you. I want to have sex with you.”
She shunned me and she didn’t even talk to me for a couple of days. But I wasn’t idly waiting for her to make a move. The unintentional brush on her boobs became a deliberate one. I pressed her boobs from behind when she was in the kitchen and then in the hall when she was watching TV and then in the bedroom.
When we were in the lift alone, I squeezed my sister’s sweet tits. She pushed my hands away and acted annoyed.
It was after a couple of days she said, “Rohit, I know you have urges too. But I don’t want to do it. I am your sister. It is wrong to do this”. We were in the bedroom at that time.
“I know, but I can’t control my temptations. You are just too hot.”
She brought up some more statements on why we shouldn’t do it. And I reasoned my feelings which were so true.
“Okay, just show me.”
My sister slowly lifted her t-shirt and her bra. Two milky boobs fell out and jiggled. I would have cummed then and there, but somehow it rescinded. Dharshu’s boobs were erect and fluffy. I wonder if the clouds can compete with its fluffiness. It was too tender that I wanted it in my mouth right then.
Her nipples (I could go on about this for another day) were dusky and almost black in the middle. And they were protruding as if asking me to bite them. But that day, I practiced self-control.
I removed my shorts, took out my penis which had surpassed my previous highs in length and masturbated for my content.
Dharshu looked a bit anxious and looked away most of the time but she stole glimpses of my dick often.
It became our daily routine, Dharshu would show her titties and I would masturbate at them. I really liked it. But what’s the enjoyment in just masturbation, right?
I asked her for just touch for which she said no.
Then one day.. one magical day, she said, “Yes”. And I felt her boobs for the first time. I grabbed them from outside and pressed them softly. God, they were so soft and tender. I was in ecstasy. Just touching them made me content for life.
Every night, I was a different man. Holding my sister’s boobs and jerking off looking at them was my ticket paradise. She began enjoying them too. And then, I found her most sensitive part: . The moans when I kissed and licked her armpits filled the room with Viagra. It gave me such a rush and her such an ecstatic pleasure.
Being able to touch also has a great advantage. Now I can put her on the bed and explore every inch of her body. And I did just that. I undressed. I put myself on her and crushed my head between her boobs and licked down the cleavage.
And then I kissed her. I never knew Dharshu was this great a great kisser. I felt electrified with the contact of her lips and they were strangely warm, which I loved too.
I licked my sister’s tongue and then sucked it. Then I sucked her tender boobs. I positioned her nipples between my upper and lower lip. I would then push my tongue hard into the centre and then as I rescinded my tongue, I would nibble it with my lips. And it would go on for hours.
*From the writer: I have seen her guys, I can vouch for his words*
After a couple of weeks, Dharshu was really compliant. She would undress and wait for me on her bed even before I got to her room. And at times, she even took over the kissing part.
Dharshu kissed me back a lot of times and let her mouth remain open for my tongue to play with it inside and out. Of course, I was in the joy that my sister understands me more, but she always told “NO” to penetration.
That night I started with her tender lips, as usual, and worked my way to her neck and then to her jiggly boobs. Then I kissed my way to her navel and then slowly, I moved to her pussy. My sister was wearing a black pantie that night.
I kissed on her pantie and she pushed my head. But my sister didn’t resist when I kept my mouth there again. I removed her pantie with my hands real quick as I didn’t want her to get out of the mood. I positioned myself firm between her thighs.
I kissed my sister’s pussy and pushed my tongue in between her vaginal lips. She inhaled a hiss and creased between her eyebrows. Then I moved up and pushed her hard clit up and down with my clit. And then I ate her pussy for a whole 15 minutes
I slowly ran my finger down her pantie. Then I slowly brushed my fingers against her pussy. I massaged it slowly with my middle and ring finger while kissing her soft lips. Not to mention that we were butt naked.
Then I got down slowly and suckled on her lips. I slowly inserted my finger inside my sister’s vagina. Maybe, it was the first time something hard is pushed into her pussy. She shrivelled and let a slow moan in the form of an inhaling hiss.
I took my finger out and spread her vaginal lips and slowly play with it. The expression of pain with pleasure had taken over her face and forgot to leave.
And finally, Darshu squirted.
Author’s note:
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