Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Let's go check her out, bro," said Murthi, getting up, "lead the way Chandu."



They followed me upstairs to her bedroom. I had tucked her into bed.

"She naked in there?" said Murthi, nudging me.

"Yup... Her clothes are in the washer still.." I said.

Murthi hopped right in, spooning her. I saw him move around under the sheets. He threw out his boxers.

"I'm fucking your sister, Chandu. Did you want to see?"

"No, I didn't." I replied, turning around to walk out.

"Go watch TV," said Sandy, pushing me out of the room.





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Two whole hours. I listened to the grunting upstairs for two whole hours. I listened as they pounded her into the walls, and into the floor. I heard them high-fiving each other, screaming out loud in adrenaline. I winced at every loud bang, but it didn't stop me from stroking my cock to my sister get fucked so brutally. Finally, they called me again. I reluctantly went back upstairs.

"Chandu." said Murthi, looking at me. His body was covered in sweat. He stood up, tall, with his hard cock hanging proudly over the crumpled body of my sister by his feet. Her hair was messy with some strands stuck together with cum. Her face, her tits, and her ass had cum all over it.

"Yeah.." I said meekly.



"Chandu." said Sandy. I turned to look at him.

"Chandu." said Murthi, grinning.

"What do you guys want?" I screamed. I almost broke out crying. I didn't deserve to be bullied like this.

Sandy stepped behind me, and closed the door.

"Strip down." said Murthi as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Please don't make me fuck her," I begged. I thought it was what they wanted. They would do it, just so they could laugh at me again.

Sandy smacked my head from behind, knocking me over.

"You're a fucking pervert, Chandu. You know that?" said Sandy, disgusted.

I began crying as I stripped down. My imagination ran wild. I didn't want to suck their cocks, I didn't want to get fucked. If they made me choose between me fucking Ananya and myself getting fucked, I would fuck Ananya.

"Put this on," said Murthi, grinning. It was one of Ananya's underwears.

"Oh god, please don't do this, please!" I bawled out, crying loud. If I had to fuck Ananya, I didn't want to seem like I was eager to. At least they wouldn't tell people that at school.

I put on Ananya's panties, my hard cock sticking out the side.

"Now kneel here, we're gonna take a picture. This way, if you ever tell anyone about this, or if you don't care of this good enough, there will be pictures of you, Chandu, in your sister's panties, with your freshly fucked pretty sister." said Sandy with a grin.



Just a little disappointed. They weren't going to make me fuck her.

"Smile, faggot." said Sandy, and clicked his camera.

"Time to get going," said Murthi, putting his boxers back on.

"I guess so, but don't you remember wanting to do one more thing to Ananya?" said Sandy, looking at Murthi.

"Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to piss." replied Murthi, grinning his stupid grin.

They stood over Ananya, with their dicks pointed at her. I moved away from Ananya, and stood up. I watched as they urinated on my used sister. They mostly pissed on her face, then her tits, then her ass.

"More cleaning job for our hero," said Murthi.

"Oh, and Chandu, we'll definitely be back." said Sandy, walking out of the bedroom.

I heard them run down the stairs, laughing. I listened carefully as their belt buckles jittered downstairs.

"WE'LL BE BACK!" shouted one of them

I sighed to myself. How long till Ananya wakes up? Those assholes had pissed all over the carpet, too. I wished they hadn't.

She still looked beautiful after all that fucking. Her wavy hair still fell on her face perfectly, and her lips still glistened pink. I traced up her smooth legs, her little used pussy, her little used ass, her little used mouth, her soft round tits.

"One more cock won't hurt," I tried to convince myself as I got behind her.