Kumar Apartment Part 5 Amit Aur Swati
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Kumar Apartments (English) – Part 7 (Pleasant Morning With Hot Cousin Swati) free porn video
Narrated by Amit
Hello, this is Amit here. You read about me and my hot cousin sister Swati in Kumar apartments Parts 3 and 4. You read how I arrived in Bangalore looking for a job and was staying at my uncle’s house.
It was after 15 years, I was seeing my cousin sister Swati. She was now a grown-up beauty and, moreover, a very naughty girl. I had a hot Whatsapp chat with her the previous night.
The next morning I got up late. I am not used to sleeping late. But yesterday was a special night having some steamy chat with Swati. I couldn’t help myself from not being awake late at night. I took my cell phone to check the time and was horrified to see it was 10 o clock.
I jumped off my bed, thinking of what will uncle or aunty think of me. I thought of hurrying for a bath. But then I saw a few notifications on my phone. It was a few WhatsApp messages. I got excited, thinking that Swati has messaged. But to my disappointment, she didn’t.
I thought to message her first from my end and texted: Hi, good morning. After sending her the message, I checked on the other messages that had come. It was one of my school friends who works in Bangalore. He texted me regarding some job interviews in his company.
I wrote him back to meet him today. After that, I was about to go for a bath when Swati replied.
Swati: Hello! Gm.
I texted her back immediately: Hi!
Swati: Got up, sleepyhead?
Me: Yeah, where are you?
Swati: In my room, where else?
Me: I got up late. Did uncle or aunty say anything about me?
Swati: No, they didn’t. Dad went for his job by 8:30, and mom is busy with her work. Why? What happened?
Me: Nothing. Just thought they might be thinking wrong about me for getting up so late.
Swati: Naah! Nothing like that, I told you right, mom is too busy with her work. You can come out now.
Me: Yeah, I will take a bath and come.
Swati: Yeah, you should. It might be too dirty after last night. (wink smiley)
I replied: No, not for that, I always get up early and take a bath early. Just overslept today as I was tired yesterday.
Swati: Yeah, I know what made you so tired. Lol!
Me: Stop creating the other meaning for everything. Ok, I will bathe and come.
Swati: Why don’t you just cum… And then take a bath. Lol!
Me: You are too much, wait.
I started getting up from my bed, really it was hard to farewell my cozy blanket in the cold climate. I just wish Swati was here. I would have pulled her inside my blanket and fucked the shit out of her. She texted me again.
Swati: Still on the bed? Lazy ass!
I replied: Yeah, feeling lazy. Why do you ask?
Swati: Nothing, just asked.
Me: Tell me, what happened? Are you missing me?
Swati: Huh, bullshit, your reply reflexes tell all that who is missing whom. Lol!
She was right on that, but still, I texted an excuse saying: Nothing like that, the phone was in my hand itself.
Swati: If that is so, then bye.
I knew she was playing around, so I thought to play along and texted: Ok, I admit, I was missing you. Happy?
Swati: Shall I believe that? Why are you missing me?
Me: Don’t act so innocent.
Swati: I don’t have to, I am an innocent kid, don’t you know that? Ask my dad. Lol!
Me: I won’t ask uncle, I will ask your mom. She will tell exactly how innocent you are.
Swati: Ahh! Please don’t bring her topic now. She is my mood spoiler.
Me: Hahaha! Why coz she knows you better than uncle?
Swati: What do you mean?
Me: Nothing, so what are you doing?
Swati: Lying on my bed. (wink smiley)
Me: Want me to join?
Swati: Hahaha! You can’t? Mom is in the kitchen.
Me: So you mean, if she wasn’t, you would have let me in?
Swati: Noo! I didn’t mean that, by the way, what would you do if I let you in my room right now?
Me: I will let you know that if you let me in.
Swati: Then you will have to wait a lot, dear. You will have to work a lot for that day.
Me: Oh, really! Attitude?
Swati: Yeah, sort of, you can take it in that way.
Me: So, did you enjoy last night?
Swati: You think I did that for some fun? That was just a trick to pull your inside out.
Me: Well, if that so, then it was a two way, I pulled yours inside out. But I do accept, I enjoyed it at the same time.
Swati: Why? Was it your first time with a girl to have some hot talk?
Me: No, not that, I have had a few hot chats during my college life, but something was different last night.
Swati: Why so?
Me: Can’t explain, but it was fun and the best one, I guess, so far.
Swati: I know that you can explain it. I know that you do have the reason why you enjoyed it. You just don’t what to say, right?
Me: God, you are good at extracting things out of people’s minds.
Swati: Why? Did I catch you, right?
Me: Yeah, sort of, every word of you leaves a spark in me to talk more.
Swati: Then say it, why, why was it the best so far for you?
Me: Maybe coz you are my sister, I mean cousin sister.
Swati: So?
Me: It’s like a taboo, and that makes it more exciting. I think so, that’s the reason I got it. Like when someone gives that feeling that we never thought to have from them, that’s a more exciting one.
Swati: What type of feeling?
Me: Come on, as if you don’t know.
Swati: Say it.
Me: You really wanna make me say it, don’t you?
Swati: Yeah, so say it for me, brother. Lol.
Me: Sexual feeling, dear sister. My dear, pervert sister.
Suddenly a knock on my room door interrupts us. It was Swati’s mom, my aunt. She knocks twice and then says, “Amit! Are you awake?”
Me: Yes, aunty, I am… I am saying my prayers.
Aunty: Oh ok, Amit, sorry to disturb, finish it and come, your breakfast is ready.
As soon as I heard her footsteps walking away from my door, I texted Swati: Ok, I will hurry and have a bath. Will meet at breakfast.
Swati: Yeah, I too heard you, see you soon, big brother. (wink smiley)
I got up, pulled off my clothes, and ran into the bathroom. Usually, I take a 20-minute bath, but today, it was quick enough to end in just 5 minutes. I put on a washed t-shirt and ¾ short, combed my wet hairs, and went out. I straight away walked to the kitchen where aunty was working.
She saw me and said: Did you come so soon coz I called you? You should have finished your prayers, Amit.
Me: No-no, I finished it.
Aunty: I know you didn’t. Your hairs are still so wet. That means you haven’t been out of the bath for much time. I shouldn’t have disturbed you with your prayers…
I stopped her in between and said further: It’s not your fault, aunty, I got up late myself. I overslept and started my day late. So it’s my fault.
She points her eye towards my back: See, the princess is awake at last.
I looked back, and it was Swati, as cute and beautiful always. Sleepy eyes, messy hair, and with morning glow on her dimple cheeks. She was still in her tiny shorts and a tight sleeveless top that she was in last night. Now I was able to see her milky white slim legs and thighs in the daylight.
She was looking HOT! She came into the kitchen and stood right in front of aunty and me.
Aunty: No shame, no sense at all to know what to wear in front of others.
Then aunty continues scolding Swati. I was no one to say in between the mother-daughter issue. I simply stood shifting my gaze between aunty and Swati.
Swati: Damn, mom! Don’t start it already! We are not in the presence of any stranger. Amit is my brother!
I shifted my gaze towards my aunt, who got annoyed and turned back towards the kitchen counter. Swati looked at me, and then she winked. She had a naughty smile, and as she ended the wink, she seductively bit her lower lips.
Bloody fuck, why is she doing that? Aunt is right here. Maybe she isn’t able to see, but she is still here.
Then aunty said while doing her work: Yeah, Amit is your brother. That doesn’t mean you walk naked in front of him.
Swati: Mom! You are making a fuss out of small things, am I walking nude?
Swati looked at me and continued: You tell me Amit, am I nude? See, tell?
I looked her from top to her toe and the back to her eye. I gulped a load down my throat and said: Please don’t pull me between you both. Neither you are nude and nor aunty is wrong.
Aunty felt my support in her protest and said: Yes, Amit, tell her I am not wrong, make her understand it.
Swati: He also said you are wrong when you said I am nude. Amit, don’t listen to her, come with me, we will watch TV. It’s a lot better than listening to her nonsense.
Aunty: Yeah, now go and sit in front of the TV. At least have a bath before you start stinking.
Swati came towards me and grabbed my arm and started pulling me with her to make me walk. I looked at Swati and indicated her shaking my head as a no. But who am I requesting to, it is my stubborn, spoiled sister? She was finally able to make me walk with her to the living room.
There she pushed me down, settling me to fall on the three-seater couch. She walked forward and bent over to take the TV remote. God! She was doing it purposely. It wasn’t required for her to bend so low to make her hand reach the remote control.
But she bent a lot more and enough for me to check on her sexy ample ass curves traced over her tiny tight short. She stayed in that position for almost 3 to 4 seconds faking as if she is searching for something else as well. Then she turns her head back to see me checking her out.
All she responded was a naughty smile and then got up. She returned to me and sat beside me. There was a lot more space left on the sofa for her slim ass. But she made her self sit stuck to me. She raised her feet and placed her both legs stretched on the center table right in front of our couch.
Once again, purposefully making me admire her silky smooth legs. She started turning the TV channels and said: So, what do you wanna watch, dear brother!
She gave a lot more concentration on her voice when she said the word brother. Definitely, she was teasing me, maybe reminding me that what kind of brother and sister we were from now onwards.
I got worried if aunty could see us sitting so close with each other. Aunty was busy inside with her work. But she could clearly see how close and attached are the young brother and sister sitting together. Not really natural for us to be so close. On the other hand, I felt Swati was enjoying the situation.
I guess she was into such sneaky acts. She suddenly increases the volume of the TV and then turns her head back towards the kitchen. She turns to me all of a sudden and places a kiss, a small but a quick naughty kiss on my lips. I stumbled out both in excitement and fear.
I regained my senses and asked: What the hell?
Swati placed her hand on her mouth and giggled like a naughty small kid and said: Just did what I felt good, didn’t you?
I knew aunty can’t hear what we talk due to the high volume of the TV. But still, a fear kept poking my veins. A fear thinking what if aunty saw when she kissed me. Swati was still looking in my eye, and then I recalled she asked me something.
I said: I know, it felt good, but what if your mom…
She didn’t let me say further and brought her face close and placed her lips on my talking lips. Shit! She was kissing me again, she was kissing my lips for real. For real while her mother, my aunt, is just a few steps behind in the kitchen.
What was she thinking? Was she mad! But what was I thinking? Why was I not stopping her? Why was I not moving back if it’s crazy and risky? Swati move back, and then I realized she didn’t even kiss for a whole 1 second. But it seemed to be so long.
She laughed and looked towards the kitchen and the back to me. I blinked several times and then looked towards the TV, trying to settle my senses. She took her phone out of nowhere. I tried to search if she has a pocket in her shorts, but she didn’t. Did she take her cell phone out of her shorts?
She looked at me and said: What? Come, we will take a selfie!
I have to start learning now that only she will talk and I am not gonna get to talk. Before I could say or ask anything, she grabbed my shoulder with her right hand and pulled me. She zoomed us in her front cam. She was so damn close to me, her right boob in her tight top was rubbing on my left arm.
Her smooth arm was around my back neck. So smooth that gave me a shiver popping every single hair on my neck. Seeing us both on the phone screen, she says: Smile, please, why are you so worried?
She then turns to me and whispers in my year: Don’t worry! Mom can’t see us.
Every word of her from her lips shot a warm blow of air that tickled my earlobe. It almost created a whirlpool in my blood veins. I literally felt a wave of excitement flowing from my ears as she spoke, flowing down to every part of my body. And that includes my dick too.
It was her naughtiness, her crazy guts to take that risk that I would have never done. Just that feeling alone made my dick twitch inside my 3/4th short. My body started accumulating a heavy blood rush down in my dick, making it inflate with a new kind of excitement and pleasure.
I have been with women in my college life, but this was completely a new feeling. Why was it so?
She took 3 to 4 clicks and then settled back as she was. Tapping on her phone, cropping, and editing the color and light of the taken pics. For a moment, she went busy with it. Unintentionally I started gazing her milky white smooth thighs right there few inches away from my hand.
My fingers trembled as if they wanted to go touch her thigh. But my mind was forcing my hand to be where it is. I was unaware of what Swati was doing, and all I was concentrated on her nude thigh. Suddenly she grabs my wrist and places that hand on her thigh.
I pulled my fingers away in reflex to what she did. I looked at face her, and she says: You can also touch them if you want, rather than only admiring them.
I tried to pull my hand away. But she grabbed it tight and did not let me take it off. I said: Damn, you are crazy, aunty is right there, and you are like… you are making me mad too.
Then I heard aunt’s voice saying: Here’s your tea, Amit.
Aunty was right behind. Since she was behind, she couldn’t see my hand on Swati’s bare thighs. My heart started beating faster, so fast that I could feel the beats running in my chest. But Swati was really crazy. She kept my hand on her thigh as it was, not letting me take it away. Was she trying to get me caught?
But at the last moment, when aunty was about to cross the couch and come in front of us, Swati grabbed a cushion with her left hand and placed it over her thigh, hiding my hand. I released a breath! I told one thing to myself, and that was, “This girl, Swati! She is a crazy little brat bitch!”
Aunty gave us 2 cups of tea, one to Swati, and one to me. Swati took her tea with her left hand, and I took it with my right hand. The poor aunt was least bothered to notice where Swati’s right and where my left hand was. Swati turned to me and gave an innocent smile to me.
A smile that now didn’t have a naughtiness in it. Just an innocent smile. She was good! Really good in her act! In reply to her smile, I gave a soft squeeze on her thigh under the cushion. Swati hoped on her ass and looked at me from the corner of her eye.
After giving us tea, I thought aunty might go back. But instead, she sat on a single-seater couch just beside Swati and started looking at the TV. I thought it was now an end for my hand to feel her thighs. But Swati looked at me and winked and smiled.
Then took her hand out of the cushion, leaving my hand rested on her thighs. I thought to pull my hand back, but then she pressed the cushion, making my hand under it press her thighs further. As if she wanted to say, let it be there as it was.
I realized that it wasn’t her thigh, her sexy body in her tight top and shorts. It was actually her nature, her daring naughty nature that was making me excited enough to get a boner. My cock was hard. thank god I wore underwear, which grabbed it tightly inside my shorts.
Aunt’s eyes were glued to the TV screen. Swati was pretending to watch TV. I was looking in the direction of the TV. But my eyes were on Swati from the corner of it. Swati slowly turned her head to see her mom, and then she placed her right hand back inside the cushion and grabbed my hand.
Her cunning smile brought a refreshing smile on my face too. Under the cushion, she started playing with my fingers. Twisting her smooth, soft girly fingers with my fingers. Swati took the TV remote and started tuning the channels.
She tuned it at a constant pace. But at a certain channel, she froze for a few seconds more, and then she shifted to the next channel.
Suddenly my aunt says: Hey! Keep that back. I want to see it.
Swati turned backward to the previous channel. It was some soap opera going on. Some sort of family soap opera, basically the most favorite of any Indian mother’s favorite. It’s common in India.
Now I got it why she had a pause on that particular channel while she was tuning. She purposely wanted her mother to see it and ask her to keep it back. Now, aunty was in her own series world. Swati is damn clever too! Who says pretty girls are dumb?
Swati was sure her mom was too busy in the TV series. She was still holding the fingers of my hand inside the cushion. She pulled my hand a bit higher and towards the hem of her tiny short. Her short was so small that the hem ended at exactly were her thigh started.
My fingers tips touched the soft skin of her inner thigh. So soft, so warm, warm enough to tell me how hot she is. How fucking hot my sister is! She left my hand there and took her hand out. She did not look at me, nor she looked at her mom. All she did was act innocent and watch TV.
I moved my finger further inside into her shorts, making the tip of my fingers go in through the opening of her shorts. Like a caterpillar, making a fold and then moving forward and then repeat, my fingers acted the same. As far as I went, the heat increased. Every millimeter I went in, my fingertip was feeling warmer.
At last, my fingertip hit an end. It was at the part where her thighs and her pussy mound ends. I looked at her, and it was clear she was trying hard to keep her eyes open. Definitely, she was enjoying my touch. She immediately realized I am watching her.
She smiled and then rolled her eye towards my direction and then back to the TV again. I moved my finger further in, and then there it was, I touched something really soft and bit furry. At the same time, her feet kept on the center table, twitched its toes, and folded in. I knew where my fingers ended up.
It was on her pussy, stroking softly on her trimmed furry pubes. Damn! It’s so soft, it’s so damn fucking hot. I tried to make myself believe that I was really mound! She wiggled her hips right and left, somewhat trying to sit more comfortably.
But then I realized she just let her thighs lose out her short for me. Swati checked on her mom and then went back looking at the TV again. I moved my finger just a bit in, and then a silent gasp went out of her tightly closed lips. Her toes folded further hard, her eyes went closing half.
God! My fingers just felt a folded skin texture. God! Finally, I am touching at the upper tip of her pussy lips. Damn! What am I doing? I started with low movements of my fingertip, making several strokes on her pussy. Slowly pushed just a centimeter in.
There I was, my fingertips were at her clit, a small soft flesh of bud. Her bud, her soft and tender pussy bud! I looked at Swati once again, her eyes tried even harder to stay open. Her eyelids were shivering, and I could possibly see a shade of ecstasy filling in her glassy blue eyes.
She knew I was looking at her, but this time she didn’t look back at me. I then started moving my fingertip in a slow-motion, up and down, making the tip of my finger rub softly on the now wet clit of her. My wrist and palm were locked as I had to struggle to get a bit more in her tight shorts.
My finger had no option to make a higher pace motion, so I kept a steady soft pace playing her clit. Swati enjoyed my hand for less than 20 seconds. Then she suddenly got off the couch, pushing my hand out of her shorts. She got off with her cup and walked back to the kitchen.
I wanted to see her while she walked towards the kitchen, but I didn’t since aunty was still there. I didn’t want her to look at Swati. It was just to save Swati from her mother to see that her short was raised a lot higher on its right side, a lot higher to see the curve of her ass cheek bottom line.
After a few seconds, I heard a silent whistle, just like how a bird sounds. I slowly turned my head, keeping in mind not to attract my aunt’s attention. I looked towards the kitchen and saw Swati was sneaking through the kitchen doorway.
Having a smile on her face, she points me with her index finger to go to her. But things were not that easy as it seemed. Aunty was just sitting a few steps away from me. I wished I could just pause her with some magic spell and run to Swati. But that was just my imagination.
To be continued.
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