Pooja is my sister. She is in her mid 30s and so am I. We're both typical Desi families; tech jobs, kids and the whole nine yards. What makes our story special is that we had an indescribably passionate and erotic week together.
We were in India at the same time..she for vacation and me for work..In middle of my assignment I took some time to go back home to chennai. One evening we happened to be home alone; her kid over at our parents house. This evening was just like countless other ones we've shared before; a little chit chat and talking about memories and things we did when we were young.
We were both feeling a bit down; I was there away from my wife and Pooja was just generally depressed.I couldn't pinpoint why at the time. I decided to bring out the big guns; a nice bottle of 18-year old scotch that was stashed away in the back of the closet. She's been in the US for a long time, like me, so she likes alcohol but tends to drink the fruity cocktail types (pina coladas and dacquiris..I'm going to barf thinking about that). I poured her a TALL glass and added some soda and ice and handed it to her. We clinked our glasses and cheered and took a nice swig. Her eyes went wide; maybe it was a bit strong for her..I burst out laughing; but she was not amused, but then as the taste subsided she cracked a lovely smile.
Maybe its time to describe her a bit..Pooja is around 5'5" and around 150lbs. She has an incredibly radiant smile and wide brown eyes. Her hair is nice and wavy and falls to the top of her back. She usually dresses stylish but conservative..a simple top, necklace and jeans. All in all, middle of the road. I realize now that she was keeping her inner tiger wrapped under a conservative shell. This evening, she was wearing a normal T-shirt and a pair of thin pajama pants; the ones where you can get a hint of what is underneath but not really showing anything off. Pooja is a looker and I hadn't really thought about her in any sexual way in a long time; maybe a few times when i was teenager and her breasts started budding out.
As the evening wore on and we started to open up a bit more. She started mentioning more about her married life. My brother-in-law was a workaholic. A nice guy and a good provider for his family, but just never around (emotionally). I felt strong brotherly concern for her; she was obviously distraught and things started pouring out of her. How she felt unappreciated; how she was just the proverbial soccer mom whose world revolved around taking the kid to events, practice and cooking, cleaning and keeping the house in order. She barely had any real time to be herself or to enjoy anything.
This was the first time I heard her pour her heart out like this and I felt really bad about it. I offered to maybe have a talk with my brother-in-law. She didn't want that; she said that wouldn't really help. He's just so focused on his career for a sense of worth that he's not going to change despite years of asking him to. She slumped back on to the sofa and mutterred " We haven't even had sex in a while...' She let those words hang in there and maybe it was the alcohol, but it slowly dawned on her what she said to me her brother. I sat there with a stunned look on my face; not expecting to have this conversation with my sister. She looked into my eyes and started blushing. I tried to say something but all I could stammer out was a "I'm sure it'll get better; couples go through phases like this.." "But its been more than 8 months, Mohan" she said. Ya, that is a long time; I had no idea what to say. Whatever it was, this admission to me, seemed to open the floodgates. She started talking about how she was getting aroused often and have to masturbate in bed alone during the day till she got some relief; but then feel inadequate and ashamed. She asked me, whether my wife and I were happy in that department. I was a bit uncomfortable in talking about this, both because my wife and I have a great sex life and now my sister wants to know. The alcohol took over and I told her " We have great time; we can't keep our hands off each other. We try to make love a few times a week and get her so turned on that she moans so load from her orgasm. I love it when she rides me on top..." I wistfully thought; now realizing I had been without sex for almost 2 weeks and really missing it.
I turned to look at my sister sitting on the other side of the sofa and I couldn't make out her reaction. Her eyes were wide but with a storm in them. She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips and kept mashing her lips onto mine. I raised my hands in shock; my sister was kissing me..what the hell??? While all was going on in my head, she kept mashing her lips onto mine. My second brain took over now and I started to kiss her back.
I could feel Pooja's heart beating, hard and fast -- mirroring my own pounding heart. I could barely breath as I felt my sister's hand slide slowly down, making its way to my shorts where my cock bulged angrily against the cotton cloth. "Mohan, I need you..please make me feel like a woman again.." My sister's voice oozed with passion. Her fingers on my stomach curled, her nails scratching against my T-shirt, pressing into my flesh.
I answered her question with a kiss, my sister's lips parting to accept my tongue as I crushed my mouth against hers. Our bodies came close together as my hand came up to cup her meaty breast while her hand palmed my fabric covered cock. Pooja leaned into me more and pushed me back till my head was on the side of the sofa and she was straddling me as we kissed, our tongues like dervishes, slick and soft and so sweet as we tasted each other. Her bottom came to rest on my hard cock and I marveled to feel my own sister rolling her hips knowingly as she dry humped me.
My right hand cupped her breast and squeezed, I could feel the hardness of her engorged nipple. My left hand found its way down to the hem of her pajama bottom and slipped under and cupped her fleshy ass cheek. Pooja moaned at my touch and our kiss, already intense, increased in passion. My left hand began to explore down the back of her pajama over her soft panties. My fingers went inside her and trailed down her ass crack and under until they were slipping through a bush split by hot, slick flesh.
She sobbed, breaking the kiss to look at me with such desire and need. "I want you, Mohan. Please fuck me -- fuck your sister."
I began tugging her shirt off, pulling it over her head and staring in awe at the lovely body on top of me. My sister's breasts were magnificent. Huge, gourd shaped mounds that despite their weight and having nursed a kid sagged very little. Her nipples seemed to pulse, swollen like ripe fruit.
Pooja fell into me, kissing me again, her nails slowly raking down my arms and then she was kissing her way downwards, tongue doing circles around my hard, nipples, before she teasingly bit at them -- the whole time watching my face. Pooja kissed her way further down until her tongue made me shiver as she teased me at the waistband of my shorts.
"I wanna see just how big my brother is," she whispered. I groaned with anticipation as I lifted my hips and allowed my cock to spring
free. Pooja gasped with delight as she watched it wave in the air, pointing straight up, stiff and throbbing. Hard... just for my sister
"Wow, Mohan!" Pooja said with a lusty grin. "I had no idea you were so -- so big; much bigger than my lousy husband!" She worked my shorts off and flung them away and crawled upwards, her meaty breasts swinging, to grip my erection in her small hand.
"Big for my beautiful sister!" I moaned. "You are so lovely, Pooja. I want to make you happy". " "I want you to make me happy" she said softly.
She stroked my cock slowly from base to tip, bringing her face so close I could feel her warm breath. Pooja looked up into my eyes with such lust it took my breath away.
"OH Yesss Sisss!" I cried out as my sister took me into her mouth, her tongue sucking my cock with teasing swirls and licks. She showed me that she could deep throat even better than my wife. With exquisite slowness, my sister bobbed up and down on my hard dick, her tongue seemingly everywhere at once. My fingers ran through her head of hair, trying to urge her on or to slow
her when I needed, but Pooja was in control and sucked her my cock as she determined best. All I could do was lay back and enjoy it.
Too soon I felt the undeniable pressure rising and hissed a warning, "Pooja -- oh, I'm going to cum!"
Pooja raised her head up, letting me pop from between her lips and said in a husky voice, "So go ahead and cum, Mohan. I haven't had a nice load in too long!" Then she locked her lips around the head of my cock and began to suck while her tongue was fluttering around my sensitive flesh. She continued to stare at me, her black eyes urging me to give up my seed.
"Oh yessss, I love you, Pooja!" I cried out, bucking my hips upward, wanting more of her wet warmth inside her loving mouth. Like a
collapsing dam, I let loose with a mighty flood of semen, releasing my pent up cum from the last 2 weeks. Pooja's lips kept a tight seal on my cock and let none of my massive load trickle out. She gurgled her approval of my taste as she swallowed and sucked, her fingers stroking me, urging my cum up and out -- milking me for my seed.
Pooja kept stroking me..working to keep me hard. I was so turned on; this was the hottest encounter of my life
"Now, I need to be fucked by my big brother." She stood up topless wearing her pajama bottoms but exposed breasts..She looked like a one of the goddess sculptures you see in temples. She has a sly smile on her face and slowly shimmied out of her pajama bottom and stepped out from them pooedl at her feet. She then seductively put her fingers into the waistband of the her pink Victoria's Secret panties and tugged it slowly down before stopping. I broke my gaze and looked into her eyes. "Ask me.." she said. "Pooja darling, please let me see you naked..." She smiled and then let her panties go and it fell down her legs. She has her legs bent slightly in a cocquetish pose. I look at her pussy and see it is trimmed nice and neat..Just as I like it.
Pooja came sliding up quickly to straddle me, her thighs opening up as she aimed my slick cock at her open pussy. As I brushed her wet pussy, I could feel her heat. She lowered herself slowly until the head of my cock was pressing into her opening. "Oh, this is going to feel so
good!" she said with an excited tremble in her voice. "I love you, OHHH, Mohan !" She sobbed as she slowly impaled herself on my cock.
I groaned with the sweet pleasure of feeling her surprisingly tight pussy wrap itself around my cock, giving ground gradually, her slick sugar walls hugging itself to my pole until I was in her completely, feeling her as my cock head pressed into her cervix. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she savored the sensation of being complete filled and she gave a powerful shudder that made her lovely breasts roll. I reached up with both hands and covered her breasts, rubbing my hand over her hard nipples.
For a few minutes, Pooja just sat there, barely moving her hips. She raised her hands to cover mine as I massaged and teased her breasts. Her breathing increased rapidly and she finally whimpered, "Mohan, you're making me cum!" She began to shake and shiver, her nipples swelling even more and I felt her juices flowing over my cock, bathing it in her juices.
"Ohh, god..you fill me up more than my useless husband..I'm so horny..." Pooja managed to haltingly mutter -- each word an effort to get out as she tried to keep herself under control in the midst of her orgasm. "Oh my god, Mohan, who knew brother and sister fucking could be so wonderful!" She leaned forward, dragging those wonderful tits across my chest as she strained to kiss me. "Please, fuck me, brother......again!"
She began to slow piston herself up and down on my shaft, rolling and twisting her hips as she did. As we kissed, I began to thrust upwards to meet her movement, making her gasp each time our joined bodies slapped together. Our bodies matched the pace and either by instinct or genetics, we began to fuck as if we had been lovers for years.
"I love you, Mohan," Pooja muttered as she lifted her head, her eyes wide with excitement."Fuck me, lover, fuck me" She was approaching another orgasm, her pussy clutching at my thrusting cock. I could feel the heat between her legs increase and the silky wetness cover my cock.
As I lifted my hips to meet her downward movement, I moaned, "I love you too, Pooja, my sweet sexy sister. I love you so much!" Her steamy flesh swallowed my cock, burying me deep within her womb again and again. "Ohhh, god -- yesss, make me cum, brother, make meee cummm!" Pooja suddenly wailed, dropping down until I was completely swallowed by her cunt. Her pussy clamped down tight as she began to cum and I moaned loudly as I tried to thrust upwards to get deeper into my sister's womb as I came inside her. Our orgasms fed on each other and for long, joyous minutes, we both knew only the wonderful, incestuous pleasure that only brother and sister can give.
Finally, Pooja leaned forward, collapsing on top of me, her leg out on each side of my legs, her pussy still clamping down on my cock, throbbing as she milked me for my last drops of hot semen. She dropped her head onto my chest and started giving me light kisses as we both caught our breath.
In this post-coital bliss, she whispers in my ear "Mohan, I have a fantasy I want you to help me with . I want you to fuck me in the ass". I look at her with confusion. I've done it a few times with my wife but I'm surprised as to the wanton woman my sister has become. She says that she has fantasized so much about it. I gives her a deep kiss; I will do whatever to make her happy.
I get her off of me and go into a room and grab some lube and come back to the sofa. She is ready for me, turned around with her glistening ass pointed at me. Damn,she is so sexy and such a minx. I'm going to enjoy this. I pour some lube in my hand and warm it up and pour it across her back all the way from her shoulders to her butt and into her thighs. I gently knead her skin, and squeezes and prod all the way down her back. I slowly take my finger and with a lot of lube on it, touch her opening. She recoils in surprise..I feather my way around it and am careful not to be direct..I can feel her relax back onto the sofa but trying to move her bottom to meet the touches of my finger that she so desires. I keep whispering in her ear " Relax baby..it'll be alright". I could slowly feel her relax and she would alternate between tense and relaxed. The next time she relaxed a bit I inserted my finger up to the first knuckle and left it there..She had a loud gasp; it didn't hurt but felt weird and pleasurable at the same time. I started to slowly move my finger in and out only going into the 2nd knuckle...I want to take it slow; for her and me.
After a few minutes of this I pull out, its time to take it up a notch. I pour a lot of lube on her puckered hole and on my cock. I massage it all in and places it at her hole..she tenses again. I keep trying to push it in but with little luck. Finally, she relaxes a bit and gives me an opening to push in and I went in to just the tip of my cock. She gasped in pain.. Her little asshole was being stretched in an unnatural way; it hurt but it also felt pleasurable in a strange way. Nerve endings she never knew existed were being stimulated as I moved my cock in and out just a little bit taking care not to get all the way out. I keep reminding her to "Dont fight it, dont clecnch,,,just relax and let go" It hurt and she fought to stay still while she adjusted. I took my hand and reached forward and started to rub her clit in a circular motion to get her to relax. My cock had a mind of its own and start pistoning in and out of her, slowly. She was moaning loudly..alternating between cussing me out and moaning with pleasure as her nerve endings got back into the game. She kept moaning "Ohh, good..fuck me..fuck me..this is better than I imagined..don't stop..fuckkkkk" This was the ultimate mix of pain and pleasure, her most taboo fantasy and she realized she was an anal virgin no more. She exploded in a massive orgasm and I followed right behind..dumping my cum into her ass. I lay on top of her as we caught our breaths.
We then moved into the shower to clean up. I took my time washing her and cleaning her. I fucked her right there in the bathroom.One of her legs wrapped around my hips and butt so that I could push in deeper..she would move up and down taking my cock as far into her as I could. We had another intense orgasm.
Later that night, in the silence of our bed, with Pooja's head on my chest, I kept thinking. This is going to be a fun few days!!
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