Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

My mother came out and told me to bath my brother. I took him to the backyard, where we store water, to give him a bath. Once my brother and I were alone, I looked at his penis. What my friend observed was true. For his age, his thing was obviously big. I looked around. Nobody was there to notice. I pulled him up and kissed his penis. He giggled.



The bathroom masturbating scene of my brother flashed back into my mind. The penis of my brother had taken such a shape to make true the early prediction of my teenage friend. Unbelievable! It's as big as that of a donkey! Far more huge than that of my husband!

A fresh stream of hotness gushed through my cunt-hole. If I get a chance to plug this leaky hole with the hugeness of that lovely cock, oh, my God! I wanted to run back into the bathroom and ride my brother's cock then and there, but...

I went into the kitchen, searched all-around and found a slim and long brinjal. I placed my left foot on the two feet high grinder-platform, hiked my sari and petticoat, exposed my hairy cunt and inserted the brinjal into my oozing exigency. It was heartening to have something inside. Closing my eyes I imagined the brinjal as my brother's cock.



It's wrong.

It's all wrong, oh God, how can a sister, that too an elder responsible sister, fuck her own adolescent brother?

The white marwadi woman sprawled on the backstairs steps, hiking her chaniya and blouse, baring her fatty choot and saggy boobs. And letting down his trousers, the black servant boy was driving his plunger rod in and out of her pleasure box.

Lighted up by the ventilator, was the huge erection of the young cock of my brother, beaten by his moving hand.

The desire won.

To have that massive thing up your cunt is a boon. A bitter envy towards my brother's would be wife soured my thoughts. I moved the brinjal in and out of my dripping hole. The vision of my brother's big thing fucking up my cunt was driving me crazy.



With a jolt the door opened. Kitchen doors never have inner locks. There stood agape my brother. For a few seconds I froze in my masturbation, exposing my hairy cunt with the engulped brinjal. Then I dropped the vegetable, pulled down my dress and tried to be steady. But out of shame I hung my head. He had a travel bag in his hand. 'So you are running away' I thought, 'but, now, I am the shameless one who has to run.'

I ran out of the kitchen into my bedroom and threw me on the bed, facedown. I cursed myself. Few seconds later, the mattress quaked by some other weight. I didn't face up. It was only him. He cleared his throat and yet in a hoarse voice called me, "Akkaa (sister)". I had no courage to face him. I buried my face further into my pillow. But then I felt his hand, yes, his own hand on my buttocks. I froze.

His hand roamed all over the roundness of my buttocks. I should have kicked him out, but I didn't. I could've wriggled out, at least, but I had no strength to do that either. Interrupted twice, my craving cunt was dying to have some action. May be a real action, this time. He squeezed my buttocks. I didn't stir. His hand roamed down over my thighs, over my calves and...



He pushed up my dress inch by inch, all the while manipulating the flesh of my baring legs. When he uncovered the heaving globes of my buttocks, he used his both hands on them. My thighs moved apart, voluntarily. Immediately, he positioned himself in between. From his position, he could view the protruding fatty lips of my fleshy cunt, I thought. I wanted to pull down my dress and cover my shame, but, instead, I raised my bottom a bit to present him more. He started kneading my mounds, as if he is going to make bread out of them. Then I felt his finger tips on the sensitive lips of my seeping cunt. I shivered. He kissed my buttocks and at the same time inserted his fingers, first one next two and then three, through the rims of my cunt. Then he moved his fingers in and out. I couldn't control my feelings. I moaned and moaned.



I pulled in my knees to his convenience and offered my treasure, raised. But then I felt the sweeping of his tongue on and through the crease of my rims. Oh, my God! He licked me as if a dog at the smelly cunt of a bitch in heat. He fucked me with his tongue-tip. Juices started gushing out to bath his ploughing tongue and chewing mouth. He slurped up.




Then there was a break. I feared that he left abruptly. I raised my torso and looked behind through the gap of my thighs. There he was, pushing down his trousers and brief. His cock sprung out in a huge erection. I gasped in anticipation. First I felt his hands on my hips, then his massive cock-head at my bottom lobes. He too was on heat, obvious, but his nudging was aimless. I lost my patience, put my right hand in between my thighs, caught his cock and shoved it into my target. Instantly he rammed in.