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Sathya nodded lewdly. My sister took his cock in her mouth again and began sucking it very slowly. She took her time to enjoy it and Sathya could only moan with pleasure. She would look up at him every now and then but she never let go off his cock from her tight grip. She placed the tip of her tongue right on top of his cock and licked her way down slowly to his balls. She then put in his cock again and sucked slowly while stroking it. Sathya still wondered what made my sister that horny but he wanted to enjoy the sensations of having his cock sucked by a girl he has desired for long. He rested against his car seat with eyes closed while my lovely sucked him off. Both his hands were on my sister’s head, pushing it down. He heard my sister moan very softly too and knew instantly she was enjoying this just too much.“You like my cock baby?” Asked Sathya.Mmmm…,” she replied and looked up at him to say, “Its big Sathya…I have always wondered how your cock felt like!”“Always? Really?” Sathya asked excitedly.“Ya baby. It really feels good. Its hard. Its thick. Fills my mouth completely!”Sathya could not believe my innocent looking sister was talking in such a way to him. It only made his body shake in excitement.

She continued sucking but increased her speed. After awhile, she pulled its foreskin all the way down and slapped his cock playfully on her mouth. Sathya felt a little pre cum leaking from his dick. My sister felt that too and she quickly licked it off. She took in his cock again and sucked furiously. He knew he was going to explode any time. The lewd enjoyment he was experiencing could not hold on any longer. He felt his cock throbbing in her mouth.“Baby…baby…I gonna cum now…gonna cum…baby!”He felt his own breathing increasing heavily. Sister released his cock from her mouth but continued stroking it wildly.Tension increased within Sathya and he could not hold on any longer. He came strongly and his sperm spurted out.He watched his cum shoot out of his dick powerfully to land across his car windscreen. Some landed on the dashboard. Some spurted out on my sister’s hand. She continued stroking his cock with all his cum flowing down. She went down again and took in his cum covered cock in her mouth. She pushed her mouth all the way down and Sathya felt her tongue licking away all his cum. She looked up at him without letting go off his cock and he saw a wild lewd expression on her face which he had never seen before in any girl.

Sister looked up at Sathya while still holding his cock which was flaccid now. She still looked horny as before.“Did you drink wine earlier?”“Yeah…how do you know?”Your cum tastes like red wine baby! And it really taste good. I wish I had taken all your cum in my mouth!!!”As Sathya drove her back home, his mind was only filled with events that occurred earlier. Never before he had enjoyed so much and never before he realized how easy it was going to be. Now only three things were left to be accomplished. My sister was silent in the car as she adjusted herself. She still had a wicked grin on her face. Sathya told her he wants to meet her again the very next day but sister told him to wait for her call. He did ask her few more times as to what made her so horny. She plainly told him she cannot tell him yet.

I had listened to his account of whatever happened with a very strong erection. I felt so excited, horny, jealous and wicked. I wished I was there to see for myself. Sister was already in her room when Sathya finished with his true tale. There was no sister’s panty to play with as she had given it to Sathya. She had come back home without a panty. I wonder how many times she had done it before. After hearing whatever Sathya had to say about her, I began looking at her in a different way. She was a horny little slut after all and she had made herself look like an angel all the while. Sathya sounded exhausted over the phone. He had her panty in her hands as he spoke. I did leave my room to go downstairs and brought her socks back. That’s the only piece of her clothing I had that night to play with. The musky odor of her foot which was trapped in her socks only turned me on further and I had a very intense masturbation session that night. I shot all my load into her socks. Is she wears the same ones in the morning, she would at least get to feel my dried cum on her feet but I doubted that as my sister always wore fresh ones. Her room lights were still on when I left my room to leave her socks back. There might be some heat left in her and was probably rubbing her pussy.

Sathya called me later in the afternoon the next day. He told me my sister had not called him since morning and she had switched her phone off. I wondered why. My sister was not at home when I got back home late evening. My mom was preparing to go to my aunty’s place and was waiting for my aunt to come fetch her. I asked her where sister was and mom said she left to one of her friend’s house just minutes earlier.Aunt came awhile later and left with mom. I walked into my sister’s room and looked around. The blue box under her bed was empty. Sister must have worn her new shoes somewhere. She might have gone to a party and I wondered what she wore. She must be looking real sexy in those pumps. There was nothing else which caught my attention. I called Sathya who was sleeping. He told me sister called him earlier to inform him she will be attending a group study with her friends. I wondered why she had to wear those pumps for a group study. I went to the shoe cabinet and found the very same socks I shot my load into the night before still stuffed inside her sneakers. I sniffed them and found the odor to be fresh. She must have worn them to college earlier. I wondered if she felt my cum on her pretty bare feet.

I went back to her room and decided to look into her cabinets to see if there was anything interesting. Her keys remained on top of her cupboard though the position has changed. I looked under her clothings to look for any hidden stuffs. I felt a long hard object right at the bottom and to my shock, it was a long aluminium tube. It was actually a cigar tube but there was no cigar in it. The words “Don Diego Half Corona” were printed on the silver tube which had rounded ends on both sides. It must have been almost 7 inches long but not so thick though. I wondered why she had that hidden in her drawer. My sister doesn’t smoke and it is unlikely that my sister would have kept it after smoking away the cigar. I wondered if she used that as a dildo! That was likely. The tube may serve well as a dildo. She might be using that to **** her pussy every night.

I left to Sathya’s house after my shower. He showed me her panty which she had given him the night before. I dared not sniff it as I was sure Sathya would have wanked himself again in that. It was a very tiny black panty with strings by the sides. I told him about the missing pumps and the cigar tube. He almost cursed me for not bringing the tube along. I told him she may have lied about the group study and may be in some club or party. He called her immediately though sister had told him earlier she would call him later after the study. Just as I thought, she did not answer his call. He called her again but there was no answer. We spoke about our plans again and decided to go out for dinner. As Sathya drove me to a restaurant, he received a call from her. She claimed she was in her friend’s place and they had gone for dinner earlier but she had left her phone behind when he called. She told him she was yet to complete her assignments and she may only be able to meet him two days later. Sathya was disappointed. I was disappointed too. I may not get to hear anything interesting for the next two days.

Sister was already at home when I got back almost 2 in the morning. She was in the living room watching television. She grinned at me as I walked in. I asked her how come she was still awake to which she said she had taken too much coffee earlier to stay awake to finish her assignments and could not get any sleep. Mom was already asleep. My sister wore an oversized yellow tee. She had her legs crossed and I wondered if she wore anything below the tee. I sat on the sofa at the other end and pretended to watch television. I actually watched her. Her lips glistened with moist and her arms and thighs looked so creamy and smooth. Her legs were long and slender and she had her toes curled. She still had silver polish on her toenails. Her mobile phone which she had placed beside her vibrated suddenly and she answered immediately. She got up from the sofa and walked to the stairs while talking softly. She wore a piece of tiny black shorts and it was only visible as she walked up the stairs. I was sure that must be Sathya she was talking to. I switched off the television and went to my own room. Her lights were switched on. I wished I had a tiny video camera which I can place in her room to watch her in her private moments. I wished I can videotape her ****ing herself with that red cigar tube if indeed that was what she had it for. I found her panty on the laundry basket on the way but instead of bringing it back, I sniffed it there itself. It was fresh though. Even her bra did not smell much except for her perfume. I dumped them back in the basket and entered my room. I wanted to do something new. I knew Sathya was having a great plan to ensure I get to **** my own sister but there was no assurance that it will happen. I decided to do something for myself. Instead of waiting for things to happen according to the plan, I sort of planned to seduce my sister myself.

I opened my room door and walked to her locked room softly. I heard her talking but I could not make out the words. I heard her giggle every now and then. I heard the word ‘beautiful’ repeated many times and wondered what she was referring to. I could not stand right behind her door as she may get to see my shadows. I went back to my room and sent a message to Sathya telling him to call me back as soon as he was finished with my sister over the phone. Couple of minutes later, I received a message from him which read, “Huh? I m in bed…almost asleep.” I left my room again and stood near to my sister’s room. She was still engaged on the phone. I wondered who she was talking to. Maybe it was Kanna or Maybe some other guy from her college or maybe even someone new. I didn’t the least expect it to be…Sathya’s father!I woke up the next morning much earlier. My sister was in the bath. I pushed open her room door a little and saw her mobile phone on the bed. I quickly went into her room and checked her phone to see who called the night before. It was a number I could not recall and it was stored in her phone as ‘uncle’. I was sure that number did not belong to any of our uncles as all our uncles’ number were stored in her phone by their names. I memorized the number and checked for any messages. Strangely, there weren’t any. There weren’t any sent messages too. She must have deleted them. I got back to my room and saved that number in my phone.On my way to my college, I stopped by a phone booth and called that number. I could not recognize the male voice immediately but I was sure I have heard that voice before. He kept saying hello and I hanged up. As I rode to class, I tried to remember who that voice belong to. It was definitely someone in their 40s or 50s.

Sathya called me in the evening while I was in college and sounded very happy as my sister was meeting him later for dinner. It did not excite me much as I was more interested in finding out who the night caller was. He asked me about the late night call and I told him it must have been Kanna.On the way back, I stopped by a phone booth and called the number again. This time, the person took a longer time to answer. As the person kept saying hello, I tried to match that voice with anyone I know but couldn’t think of anyone. The person hanged up the phone himself.When I got home, my sister was already gone. I called Sathya but his phone was switched off. He must be with her already. Mom was preparing dinner and I went into my sister’s room. I could not find the keys on top of her cupboard. She must have placed them elsewhere or brought it along with her. I pulled out the blue shoe box from under her bed and her pair of new pumps were inside which confirmed my assumption that she wore them the night before. I sniffed her pumps and I could only smell leather. I placed them back and searched her drawers for the keys but could not find them. My house phone rang and I quickly left her room to get it. It was my dad. I passed the phone to mom after talking to him for awhile and I heard mother telling him sister had gone to a friend’s house.

Then suddenly something struck me. Dad said hello to me over the phone and it was way different from the other voice. Then I remembered Sathya’s dad saying hello to me once when I called his house. His ‘hello’ did match the voice quite perfectly. I immediately called Sathya’s house from my mobile and his father answered, “Hello!”Yes!!! It was him! Sathya’s father was the late night caller! It was the same voice which said ‘hello’ when I called from the phone booths! Sathya’s father!!! I did not want to hang up the phone this time as he may get suspicious. So I greeted him as normal and asked for Sathya. I told him I could not get him on his mobile phone as it was switched off. He told me Sathya was not at home and to keep trying his mobile.

I thought hard about this new development. I could not come up with any reasoning behind this. I wondered if Sathya knew about this. I decided to tell him later that night. I called him several times but Could not get him. I took my dinner with mom and she told me sister had been coming home quite late the last couple of days and she would need to talk to her. I told my mom my sister was probably getting her assignments done with her friends. I had to say that as I did not want mom to stop her from coming back home very late. The fun was just beginning and I personally wanted her to come back home very late. I needed my sister to spend as much time as possible with Sathya.It was already 9 and I watched television with mom though I could not concentrate on whatever that was playing on it. I wondered what Sathya and my sister were actually doing at that particular time. I called him few more times but failed to get him. I sent him a message telling him to call me as soon as he can. I waited for his call anxiously. I wanted to hear the details of their third date before telling him who the late night caller was.

I was asleep in the sofa when he called at about 11.45. He apologized for switching off his phone and told me he just dropped my sister back home. I told him I need to meet him to discuss something important. He told me to meet him at a nearby coffee shop. I heard my house gate being opened and knew my sister was already back. I hurried back to my room and waited for my sister to get back in her room. Few minutes later, I sneaked out from my house. My mom was already asleep in her room. I opened my house gate very softly and pushed my bike out. I have done this several times and it was very easy. My sister knows it too so I don’t have to worry about her catching me.I rode my bike to the nearby coffee shop and wondered why Sathya’s voice sounded normal earlier. There was no excitement this time. I guessed nothing exciting happened between him and my sister earlier.

Sathya was not a smoker but he did smoke every now and then. He was seated in a far corner with a cigarette in his hand when I met him in the coffee shop. He gave me a weak smile and said, “Sorry bro…dull night. We watched a movie and had dinner after that. Nothing nice. Only a peck on my cheek!” The glum look on his face told me if he was being truthful. I took the cigarette from him and took few puffs myself. I was not a smoker too but did enjoy a puff or two every now and then.I did not want to waste my time so I told him, “It was your father!”Sathya looked at me hard. He raised his eyebrow as if he did not understand what I was telling him.“Your father was the one who spoke to my sister last night. The late night caller! Surprised? I am shocked! When did he become a part of our game?”I could not see any surprise on him. He looked normal. He took a couple of puffs and looked at me hard again. I knew instantly that Sathya already knew about the late night caller being his father. I waited for him to say something.“Okay…how do you know?”“Sathya…come on! That is not important now. Why your father called my sister?”“Did your sister tell you that? Or did you ask her anything about it?” Asked Sathya.

“Of course not…I am not stupid. I found out myself. First I got the number from her mobile…called that number from a phone booth…it was your father who spoke. Care to explain, Sathya? Something tells me you already know about this!”

Sathya gave me that weak smile again.“Thank god you found out yourself. Okay Krish…looks like I am busted. Guess i’ll just tell you everything!”“Ah…so…there is something you have not told me. We are into this together. The Plan, remember?Since when your daddy became a part of it?”Sathya ordered another cup of coffee. I ordered a Coke. He lighted up another cigarette and offered me a stick. He then began his explanation which sounded reasonable to me.Sathya’s father was an engineer by profession. He was also the senior secretary of the local branch of a political party. That made him a powerful man among the Indian community here. Families who had financial difficulties would often visit him to ‘beg’ for grants and scholarships for their children’s education. Sathya’s father, Mr.Ramachandran, had powerful authority in the branch itself due to his closeness to the branch chairman and the party vice president himself. Despite the Mr. Nice Guy image he has, he was actually a crooked man. Instead of being there to help others, he was mainly there to help himself and safeguard his own interest. Only those who gave him favours would get to see rewards in return. He had strong fascination for young beautiful women. When he saw my sister for the first time at the small gathering they had in their house, he clearly became fascinated with her. It was not only me who saw him watching my sister lewdly. Sathya and his sister Indu saw it too. Indu did remark to Sathya once that she caught their dad looking at my sister’s butt. After we left, some of their important relatives stayed on and Sathya himself overheard his father giving lewd remarks about my sister’s ass to one of their distant relative who was also in his mid 50’s. He knew instantly that his father had set his eyes on her.

My sister’s greatest dream was to pursue her studies in Australia with some of her close friends after her studies here. She knew well that will only remain a dream. There was no way my father could ever send her there to study. We were a just a middle class family with one source of income. Most of my father’s savings had been used to buy the house we live in now. Sathya saw an opportunity there. His father could easily get a full scholarship for my sister to study in Australia. However, that solely depended on how far my sister was willing to go. Sathya had told her this and to his surprise, she did show some interest. She was willing to do almost anything to make her dream come true. Sathya then slowly developed a fresh perverted desire. He wanted to **** her himself and he very much wanted me to get a piece of her too and finally, he wanted his own father to **** her. Everyone gains at the end. He could always use his father as a bait to bring her closer to him and once she is hooked to it all, he could easily make any form of sexual demands from her which she has to oblige. That was his ultimate plan which he had not shared with me until that day. The original plan was for him to screw her in the pussy and ass, then either blackmail her or induce her to have sex with me which only sounded good on theory. His ultimate plan sounded very practical and he had not shared it with me as he feared I would reject the idea of his father getting a piece of my sister. If Sathya’s plan ever succeeded, it would only mean my sister had turned herself into an ultimate slut in the end by taking in cocks from her young lover, his father and her very own brother. That sent some wild tingling sensations into my body. I wanted that suddenly. I wanted my sister to leave to Australia as a slut. She may hunt for some new cocks there and may end up having white cocks inside her. That excited me. She had already sucked Sathya’s cock. It was only a matter of time Sathya gets to **** her good. His father will be next. I wanted to be the last.

Sathya had told her about his father’s crooked ways and had told her to decide for herself what she wants for herself. This took place the day after their first sexual encounter in the car. His father had mentioned to him that his political party was having an awards ceremony very soon to honour some fresh graduates who obtained first class merits. His father wanted few pretty looking girls to stand on stage to present garlands and certificates to the Party President who in turn would present them to the graduates. His father told him to arrange few girls from his college and had even told him to ask me if my sister would be interested. Sathya gave her his father’s mobile number and had told her to call him herself if she decides to be on stage which would create an opportunity for her to mix and mingle with his dad closely. He made it very clear to her though that getting financial assistance from his dad solely depended on her willingness to go along with his father’s wishes, no matter how demanding they may be. My sister showed some uneasiness and reservations to that though she had told him she wants to make her dream come true by all possible means. She told him she will have to think about it.

By noon, she had decided to go ahead with it. She called Sathya’s dad in the evening much to his delight and spoke to him about the awards ceremony. She told him she would be interested in helping out on the stage. Sathya’s dad was very happy and had told her he will get back to her later at night. Though she was meeting her college friends for group study later, an unexpected visit from their former classmate called for a change of plans. They all decided to go clubbing instead and she had not told Sathya about this as she feared he may insist on joining them. It was a girls night out and my sister needed no man. She also did not want any of her friends to know she was dating a much younger guy as all her friends preferred much older men. She had left her phone back in her friend’s house and had received 7 miscalls from Sathya’s father. He had promised to call her in the night and my sister had sort of forgotten. Sathya’s miscall was there too. She called his father immediately and he had told her that he was in the midst of a meeting and unable to talk. She apologized for not answering his calls earlier and told him to call her once his meeting was over. His father told her the meeting would end very late but my sister told him to call her no matter how late it was and that she would wait for his call. Then she called Sathya and lied about her having dinner earlier with her friends. She did not want him to feel bad that she did not bring him along.

Two days later, I received a telephone call from Sathya in the morning itself. He had two news to tell me. The first one was expected. My sister was meeting him later at night. The second was totally unexpected. My sister was meeting his father for lunch!I wondered if my sister was actually a mild mannered slut who has put on an angels disguise all the while. He did not tell me there was a third news to share but as he blurted out, that was the most shocking news I heard that day. My sister had told him that she was quite ready to go all the way with his father though she was very sure sex would not be involved. She was doing it simply because of the financial assistance his father can provide. I wondered if that was true. She may do it just for the fun of doing it. She may have the hots for the old man. I didn’t Know then that women are capable of having the most perverted fantasies and desires in their dirty little minds. While most women may just lock them up in their minds and never indulge in them, there are some who actually desire to experience it. My sister is the one who wanted to experience them badly as I later learnt.I waited impatiently for Sathya’s call later that night. The very first thing he told me was that he had been very lucky that night. I knew instantly what must have happened and it gave me an instant hard on as well. Even before he told me, I knew his major fantasy had finally come true. However, I wanted to know about my sister’s lunch appointment with his father first. I was sure my sister would have told him.

Sathya’s father fetched my sister at her college at about 12.30 in the afternoon. He drove her to a restaurant which was at the other end of her college. It was at a secluded area and though the food was good, not many people frequented that restaurant as the food is very costly. I guessed that was what he wanted. A nice quiet lunch with one of the hottest girl he has ever met – my sister. It was strictly lunch though. They spoke a lot and my sister told him about her plans to further her studies. He had told her that he may be able to help her with the money as long as all requirements are met. I guessed he was referring to his own requirements. They spent about almost 2 hours in that restaurant and he sent her back to her college. They made an arrangement to meet again 3 days later. That was what happened or at least, that was what my sister told Sathya.

My sister returned home in the evening and left to her friend’s house after taking a shower. Sathya fetched her at about 6.00. My father was coming back from his outstation trip that night and she could not stay out late anymore. She had to be back home latest by 12 midnight.They went to a bar for some drinks. They both had red wine. My sister had told him that one of her friend, Yasodha, had given her the keys to her house. Yasodha’s parents reside in another town and she basically stays alone. She was attending someone’s wedding that night and had let my sister use her house till she comes back home. Sathya was in heaven when he heard that.

They left to Yasodha’s house immediately. It was a double storey semi detached house and Yasodha used the master bed room. My sister wore a white tank top and loose cargo pants. They sat on the couch in the living room and my sister placed her left foot on his lap to show him an anklet she was wearing. It was a gold anklet and my sister asked Sathya if it looks nice. Sathya replied yes and asked her when she bought it. She surprised him by saying it was a gift from his father that afternoon! I was surprised to hear that too. That was when she updated him about her lunch with his father. Sathya moved closer to my sister and planted few kisses on her lips as she spoke about his father. He placed one finger on her breasts and began drawing circles around her nipple area as he continued to kiss. She stopped him abruptly and got up from her couch. She plainly walked to the master bedroom knowing that Sathya would follow her. He did exactly that.

She sat on Yasodha’s bed and Sathya stood right before her, in between her spreaded legs. She placed both her hands on his butt as he kissed her on the mouth. They kissed for awhile and my sister fell on her back while pulling him along. Sathya laid on top of her now and he felt her firm breasts on his chest. As Sathya played with her earlobes, he heard her murmuring something.“What?” He asked.My sister giggled. She kissed him on the mouth few more times and looked at him.When I was with your dad earlier…after he gave me that anklet…he asked me if he can put it on for me!”“He what? And then?”“I sort of refused…but he sort of insisted…I didn’t know what to do…I said okay!”“Oh…okay. Then what happened?”My sister kissed him awhile more.“It was so kinky! Your dad moved closed to me and told me to place my foot on his thigh! I didn’t want to be rude so I removed my pumps and placed my bare foot on his left thigh! My skirt was short and I am sure your dad must had an eyeful of my thighs!”If u like my story ,if my story had made u horny n even if Any women like real fun pls mail me at ………..im 28 /M / Mumbai……