22-09-2020, 04:33 PM
Let me put Sekhar on a hold for a while and tell you about his sister Smita.
Smita(24), his sister, is married to Ravi(31) and has a cute two year old baby girl, Dolly. They lived along with Ravi's parents as a joint family, not far off from the Kumars. Ravi's job required that he travel occasionally. Whenever he was away, Smita and her baby would visit the Kumars and often, stay over for a couple of days.
She came to know of her brother's marital woes, mostly through her mother. Though, the siblings were quite close, Sekhar was embarrassed to tell his sister about his failed marriage. Smita was never really comfortable with Aruna and felt that her brother married an egoistic girl. So, though sad for her brother, she wasn't really surprised.
Let me describe Smita to you. She is 5'3'' tall, very fair and is a pretty girl. She has nice boobs that are neither big nor small, the kind that just about fit nicely into a man's palm. More importantly, they are perfectly shaped spheres and bouncy; the kind that draw the immediate attention of a man...young or old.
Her waist was very slim and smooth earlier but she gained an inch plus there...still slim enough. Her buttocks are again nicely shaped and not too big; the kind men would love to fondle and spank playfully. Her ass is wide enough to be attractive. In short, compared to Aruna, Smita is certainly prettier and more genially disposed.
When Ravi went on one of his trips, Smita came to her parent's place along with Dolly. It was then that her mother told her that Sekhar finally broke off with Aruna and was living with them. Mother and daughter discussed the fate of Sekhar and cursed his stars for the rest of the day.
When Sekhar returned from office, he was pleasantly surprised to find his sister and little niece at home. After dinner, they discussed the sleeping arrangements. Sudha brought in the small cradle for Dolly into the second bedroom. Sekhar said he would sleep on the sofa in the living room and Smita and Dolly can have his room while they were here.
After a while Sudha left. Smita was very keen to know directly from her brother on what had gone wrong and Sekhar was happy to share his plight in detail with his sister. They spoke late into the night. Smita felt very bad for her brother and tried to say the right things and cursed Aruna a lot.
After a couple of hours they drifted into sleep on the big double bed; tired and exhausted.
Sometime later, Smita woke up with a start when Dolly cried for milk. She got up, lifted the crying child from the cradle. Sitting cross legged on the bed, she positioned the baby in her lap, opened her blouse and started breast feeding her. Though the quantum of milk had come down a lot, it was still enough for Dolly's night feed.
While the baby sucked at her nipple and fed, Smita looked at Sekhar who was sound asleep. What a handsome hunk my brother is, she thought idly. He was dressed in a light blue pajama and a white half sleeved vest. She could see nice, black chest hairs through the top of his vest. Her husband Ravi had a bare chest and Smita secretly longed for a hairy chest.
One of her secret fantasies was to have her naked breasts squashed against a very hairy chest and have her engorged nipples caressed by the hairs. The very thought made her feel hot and wet in her juicy cunt. Her eyes wandered down her brother's body and stopped at the junction of his thighs.
Smita gave an involuntary gasp! She saw in the dim bed light a very big bulge there. It appeared to be a very big bulge and the big tent could have been caused only by one thing! Her brother had a huge erection! Shamed by her own thoughts, she took her eyes off Sekhar and looked at Dolly. The baby was asleep. Smita got off slowly and put Dolly down gently in the cradle again.
Back in bed, Smita first tried to sleep with her back to her brother and closed her eyes. She couldn't sleep and images of his chest hair and his big bulge kept returning to her. She felt a slight the heat and wetness of her own womanhood. Her mind compared Sekhar and her brother. The urge to see became stronger by the minute.
Smita gave in and turned. She moved a little closer so that she could look better. He was still sound asleep and blissfully unaware of his sister's lustful inspection. The dark black hairs on his chest looked silken and so inviting. Why couldn't she just touch and feel them? Surely, just a fleeting touch won't wake him up!
Extending her slim right hand forward, she let her fingers touch and feel his chest hairs. She felt a mild shock go through her body. They felt so nice and she bunched her fingers and got hold of a small clump and caressed it. He was still asleep and she looked fondly at her poor brother. Such a handsome guy and that bitch treated him so badly!!
Her eyes wandered down and returned to his big bulge. As she looked at it closely, the tent gave her an idea of the size of his cock and its erection. She felt a weakness creeping through her down from her chest, along her tummy and into her hot pussy. A strong desire took over and she lost her control partly.
She let go of his chest hair and brought her hand down and very close to his bulge. Very carefully, she let the tip of her forefinger touch the tip of the bulge where she guessed his cock head was. As she made the expected contact, her breath quickened. She felt her finger tip touching the crown of his big cock lightly.
Letting it rest there for a minute, she gently pressed. She almost cried out with pleasure at the very thought of his big cock in her soft and damp palm. She looked at her brother's face for any reaction. He continued to sleep soundly.
Smita was overcome with a desire for a little more. She made a ring of her fingers around the girth of his tent pole, taking care not to exert any pressure...just a touch. Holding him thus, Smita felt the fierce fires in her juicy cunt.
All these days she never knew anything other than Ravi and his body. Now, for the first time, she realized that her own brother Sekhar had a much bigger cock than her husband. It was longer and thicker, for sure. Being much younger, Sekhar's cock could fuck even better, she was sure! All these thoughts rushed through her mind.
Sekhar moved slightly in his sleep. Whether Smita lightly pressed his hard cock unwittingly, we will never know. But, as he moved, two things happened. His right hand came to rest on her chest; the top half of his big palm came into contact with the half moons of her boobs peeping through the partly open nightie.
Smita's body felt a huge shock. The contact of his big palm and long fingers with the naked and soft flesh of her bouncy breasts felt divine. Without meaning to, her hand gripped his cock. As if in reflex, his palm pressed a little more against her boob. But, he was still asleep.
Smita was overcome with a sense of possessiveness and immense love for her brother. She decided then and there that she would take care of her brother and protect him from that bitch Aruna. She would do whatever it takes! With such thoughts in her mind, she drifted into sleep, her hand gripping his hard cock and her breast comforted by his big palm.
Sekhar woke up the next morning a little later than usual. He realized that he slept in his sister's bed and not on the sofa. But, he didn't think much of it. On the other hand, he slept well and felt happy and refreshed. He got ready quickly and left for his office on time.
Later, after lunch, Smita sat with her mother in the living room and discussed her brother's plight with her mother.
"Mom, I feel so bad for Sekhar. He got a real raw deal." She started the conversation.
"Yes, dear, my heart goes for the poor boy. What rotten luck!" Her mother replied.
"Divorce is the only way out, as I see it."
"Let us see for a little while longer if they can resolve their differences." Her mother said.
"Meanwhile, let us try to keep him as happy as we can, mom," Smita replied.
"Certainly, but how?" Her mother sounded a little confused.
"Mom, Sekhar is very young and he can bounce back easily. He married too early and that bitch let him down. But, he has two loving women to care for him...you and me."
"True, we will keep him happy," her mother replied, still confused.
It was almost eight when Sekhar returned home. After he freshened up they all had dinner. The family spent an hour in front of the big TV before Kumar and Sudha went to bed.
"Sorry, sis, last night after our long chat I just drifted to sleep in your bed." Sekhar said.
"No problem, dear, I enjoyed our chat and actually this is your bed and I am the visitor now." She smiled.
"Let us talk for a while as we relax," She continued.
So they lay down on the bed, decently apart and started chatting.
Sekhar inquired about her life, Ravi, his career and Dolly. Time flew as they talked about movies and cricket. It was almost midnight. As Sekhar made to get up and go, Smita stopped him.
"It is okay brother. You can sleep here too. The baby keeps me awake, most of the time and that sofa in living room is not very convenient." She said casually.
"Oh, sis, thank you. It is true that sofa is bad."
Sekhar turned his back on her and slept soon.
Smita fed the baby and put her back in the cradle. She switched off the main lamp and the night lamp gave a dim light. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Sleep wouldn't come and her thoughts kept returning to the exciting acts of the previous night. Slowly, her mind gave in to the pleasure of those thoughts.
Smita wanted badly to take the events of last night further on...not the whole way but at least a part of it. How to do it without waking up her brother was the big question. She knew that neither of them can indulge in those things while looking at the other in a conscious state...not the first time, anyway. Fantasies can happen only in dreams!
Suddenly the answer came to her. What if everything happened in a dream that was not really a dream? Suppose, the room was totally dark and they can't see each other. If, she feigns sleep and does things, her brother might respond. As they can't see each other in dark, it can be rationalized that things had happened while they were asleep.
The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced. So, quickly she made her preparations. She removed the top three hooks of her nightie so that her breasts could be easily bared. She made sure that she was quite familiar with the exact location of the cradle and switchboard so that she could access them in darkness, when required.
She waited. After a while, Sekhar turned in sleep on his side and faced her. Smita got off the bed, quietly walked to the switchboard, switched off the night lamp and tiptoed carefully back to the bed. Once there, she laid side on, on her right and facing Sekhar. She quietly pulled out her bouncy boobs from the open nightie.
It was very dark in the room. Slowly, her hands moved a little until they found his right hand. She then moved herself in such a way that her bare boobs were just a few millimeters from his right hand, withdrew her own hands and waited with bated breath. She didn't have to wait for long.
Sekhar's fingers touched, fleetingly her shapely, inviting and bouncing right breast. Smita kept absolutely still, her eyes closed. She felt his three fingers resting on her boob for a few seconds. Then they gently pressed it, as if testing. Finding no resistance, his palm cupped her heavenly boob.
Instantaneously, Smita's nipples hardened. Sekhar's palm continued with the gentle squeeze of her breast and her hard nipple poked against his palm erotically. Smita found it increasingly difficult to fake a sound sleep as her breathing quickened. Before she realized it, both his hands possessed both her boobs and fondled them.
Smita realized that she loved her brother's fondling much better than her husband's. May be because his hands were younger, eager, stronger and more caring! Or was it because they are new and different? All humans yearn for things new and different, after sometime, at least for a change!
Smita felt her breasts leaking a little milk as his fingers caressed and pinched them. She felt a strong urge to have them sucked by her brother. But, she restrained herself. Let him think she was asleep and let him do as he pleases and dares. If she reacts or responds that might scare him off. Let him get familiar and confident, she thought.
Her assessment proved right. While his left hand continued to fondle her bouncy tits, his right hand tried to slip further down. Unable to do so, his hand found and unhooked two more hooks. Then it found and rested on her sexy and smooth tummy. It was silken smooth and flat and his damp palm rubbed it lovingly.
Smita had a nice, circular and deep navel. Sekhar's fingers found it and caressed it, as his finger tip probed its interior. To Smita it felt very erotic as she imagined a similar move elsewhere. As his hand roamed on her tummy, she felt his hot breath on her boobs. Next second, his hungry mouth clamped on to her swollen tit and its engorged nipple.
He sucked her tit with all his pent up hunger. Naturally, he compared his sister's bouncy and bigger boobs with the very small tits of Aruna. He felt her milk in his mouth, tasted it and swallowed it. He was very excited by the act of sucking his sister's boob and tasting her milk.
He recalled Aruna's taunt asking him if he still drank his mama's milk.
"You see, bitch! I am indeed drinking my sister's milk and that too directly from her heavenly breasts!" He wanted to shout to Aruna.
His excitement naturally made him very hot and fully erect.
Smita was overcome with joy as her brother sucked her breasts and drank her milk. She felt very excited and possessive. She felt that his excitement mounted and it was time to act. In the dark, her hands searched and found his big bulging tent on his pajamas.
Deftly her fingers opened its front, reached inside and grabbed his hard and erect cock. It felt so hot that it scalded her rosy petal soft palm. Her right hand gripped his phallus at its hairy base and her left hand caressed its head, the smooth crown slightly wet with precum. She started stroking his cock with her soft hands.
"Oh Ravi,look at this! My brother's cock is much bigger and beautiful than yours and I love stroking him. Who knows? May be I will suck it too." She wanted to shout.
They were really excited now and in his hungry and deprived state, it took very little time for Sekhar to ejaculate with a loud groan into his pretty sister's loving and caring hands. Smita felt her brother shooting hot jets of cum and her cupped palms collected most of it. To her, it represented the relief and pleasure she had been able to give to her unlucky brother.
Totally drained and spent, Sekhar moved away with some guilt, from what he thought his sleeping sister and turned on his side. Soon, he drifted into a sound sleep and Smita got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. On return, she switched on the bed lamp, checked that Dolly was asleep and went to bed.
Reliving the moments of the past one hour, Smita rejoiced at what she had done. She examined her boobs while cleaning up and there were light red bruises where her brother mauled them. There was a small crescent on her right boob where her brother bit her. She recalled the feel of his hard, hot cock in her hands as she pumped it.
These thoughts made her very horny and wet. She quickly slipped her right hand inside her panties and pushed her two fingers into her open, juicy and hungry cunt. She masturbated thinking of her brother's big cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Wouldn't it be lovely, she thought, as she climaxed.
Next morning, Smita acted as if nothing had happened. Sekhar, who thoroughly enjoyed the previous night events, was relieved. He thought that his sister was perhaps used to sex while asleep with her husband. May be she thought it was a dream! Whatever it was, he was grateful to her for the wonderful pleasures of her body and the relief it provided him. Secretly, he hoped they would do more.
However, when he returned home that evening, he was extremely disappointed to learn that Ravi had returned from his tour, collected Smita and baby and took them home.
"Smita asked me to tell you that she felt bad leaving suddenly and she would be back soon when Ravi goes on tour again." His mother said.
Her words were comforting because they promised a future gratification for him. Hopefully Smita would return soon. Meanwhile, his nights were full of memories of her incredible boobs and hands that did wonders to him.
Smita(24), his sister, is married to Ravi(31) and has a cute two year old baby girl, Dolly. They lived along with Ravi's parents as a joint family, not far off from the Kumars. Ravi's job required that he travel occasionally. Whenever he was away, Smita and her baby would visit the Kumars and often, stay over for a couple of days.
She came to know of her brother's marital woes, mostly through her mother. Though, the siblings were quite close, Sekhar was embarrassed to tell his sister about his failed marriage. Smita was never really comfortable with Aruna and felt that her brother married an egoistic girl. So, though sad for her brother, she wasn't really surprised.
Let me describe Smita to you. She is 5'3'' tall, very fair and is a pretty girl. She has nice boobs that are neither big nor small, the kind that just about fit nicely into a man's palm. More importantly, they are perfectly shaped spheres and bouncy; the kind that draw the immediate attention of a man...young or old.
Her waist was very slim and smooth earlier but she gained an inch plus there...still slim enough. Her buttocks are again nicely shaped and not too big; the kind men would love to fondle and spank playfully. Her ass is wide enough to be attractive. In short, compared to Aruna, Smita is certainly prettier and more genially disposed.
When Ravi went on one of his trips, Smita came to her parent's place along with Dolly. It was then that her mother told her that Sekhar finally broke off with Aruna and was living with them. Mother and daughter discussed the fate of Sekhar and cursed his stars for the rest of the day.
When Sekhar returned from office, he was pleasantly surprised to find his sister and little niece at home. After dinner, they discussed the sleeping arrangements. Sudha brought in the small cradle for Dolly into the second bedroom. Sekhar said he would sleep on the sofa in the living room and Smita and Dolly can have his room while they were here.
After a while Sudha left. Smita was very keen to know directly from her brother on what had gone wrong and Sekhar was happy to share his plight in detail with his sister. They spoke late into the night. Smita felt very bad for her brother and tried to say the right things and cursed Aruna a lot.
After a couple of hours they drifted into sleep on the big double bed; tired and exhausted.
Sometime later, Smita woke up with a start when Dolly cried for milk. She got up, lifted the crying child from the cradle. Sitting cross legged on the bed, she positioned the baby in her lap, opened her blouse and started breast feeding her. Though the quantum of milk had come down a lot, it was still enough for Dolly's night feed.
While the baby sucked at her nipple and fed, Smita looked at Sekhar who was sound asleep. What a handsome hunk my brother is, she thought idly. He was dressed in a light blue pajama and a white half sleeved vest. She could see nice, black chest hairs through the top of his vest. Her husband Ravi had a bare chest and Smita secretly longed for a hairy chest.
One of her secret fantasies was to have her naked breasts squashed against a very hairy chest and have her engorged nipples caressed by the hairs. The very thought made her feel hot and wet in her juicy cunt. Her eyes wandered down her brother's body and stopped at the junction of his thighs.
Smita gave an involuntary gasp! She saw in the dim bed light a very big bulge there. It appeared to be a very big bulge and the big tent could have been caused only by one thing! Her brother had a huge erection! Shamed by her own thoughts, she took her eyes off Sekhar and looked at Dolly. The baby was asleep. Smita got off slowly and put Dolly down gently in the cradle again.
Back in bed, Smita first tried to sleep with her back to her brother and closed her eyes. She couldn't sleep and images of his chest hair and his big bulge kept returning to her. She felt a slight the heat and wetness of her own womanhood. Her mind compared Sekhar and her brother. The urge to see became stronger by the minute.
Smita gave in and turned. She moved a little closer so that she could look better. He was still sound asleep and blissfully unaware of his sister's lustful inspection. The dark black hairs on his chest looked silken and so inviting. Why couldn't she just touch and feel them? Surely, just a fleeting touch won't wake him up!
Extending her slim right hand forward, she let her fingers touch and feel his chest hairs. She felt a mild shock go through her body. They felt so nice and she bunched her fingers and got hold of a small clump and caressed it. He was still asleep and she looked fondly at her poor brother. Such a handsome guy and that bitch treated him so badly!!
Her eyes wandered down and returned to his big bulge. As she looked at it closely, the tent gave her an idea of the size of his cock and its erection. She felt a weakness creeping through her down from her chest, along her tummy and into her hot pussy. A strong desire took over and she lost her control partly.
She let go of his chest hair and brought her hand down and very close to his bulge. Very carefully, she let the tip of her forefinger touch the tip of the bulge where she guessed his cock head was. As she made the expected contact, her breath quickened. She felt her finger tip touching the crown of his big cock lightly.
Letting it rest there for a minute, she gently pressed. She almost cried out with pleasure at the very thought of his big cock in her soft and damp palm. She looked at her brother's face for any reaction. He continued to sleep soundly.
Smita was overcome with a desire for a little more. She made a ring of her fingers around the girth of his tent pole, taking care not to exert any pressure...just a touch. Holding him thus, Smita felt the fierce fires in her juicy cunt.
All these days she never knew anything other than Ravi and his body. Now, for the first time, she realized that her own brother Sekhar had a much bigger cock than her husband. It was longer and thicker, for sure. Being much younger, Sekhar's cock could fuck even better, she was sure! All these thoughts rushed through her mind.
Sekhar moved slightly in his sleep. Whether Smita lightly pressed his hard cock unwittingly, we will never know. But, as he moved, two things happened. His right hand came to rest on her chest; the top half of his big palm came into contact with the half moons of her boobs peeping through the partly open nightie.
Smita's body felt a huge shock. The contact of his big palm and long fingers with the naked and soft flesh of her bouncy breasts felt divine. Without meaning to, her hand gripped his cock. As if in reflex, his palm pressed a little more against her boob. But, he was still asleep.
Smita was overcome with a sense of possessiveness and immense love for her brother. She decided then and there that she would take care of her brother and protect him from that bitch Aruna. She would do whatever it takes! With such thoughts in her mind, she drifted into sleep, her hand gripping his hard cock and her breast comforted by his big palm.
Sekhar woke up the next morning a little later than usual. He realized that he slept in his sister's bed and not on the sofa. But, he didn't think much of it. On the other hand, he slept well and felt happy and refreshed. He got ready quickly and left for his office on time.
Later, after lunch, Smita sat with her mother in the living room and discussed her brother's plight with her mother.
"Mom, I feel so bad for Sekhar. He got a real raw deal." She started the conversation.
"Yes, dear, my heart goes for the poor boy. What rotten luck!" Her mother replied.
"Divorce is the only way out, as I see it."
"Let us see for a little while longer if they can resolve their differences." Her mother said.
"Meanwhile, let us try to keep him as happy as we can, mom," Smita replied.
"Certainly, but how?" Her mother sounded a little confused.
"Mom, Sekhar is very young and he can bounce back easily. He married too early and that bitch let him down. But, he has two loving women to care for him...you and me."
"True, we will keep him happy," her mother replied, still confused.
It was almost eight when Sekhar returned home. After he freshened up they all had dinner. The family spent an hour in front of the big TV before Kumar and Sudha went to bed.
"Sorry, sis, last night after our long chat I just drifted to sleep in your bed." Sekhar said.
"No problem, dear, I enjoyed our chat and actually this is your bed and I am the visitor now." She smiled.
"Let us talk for a while as we relax," She continued.
So they lay down on the bed, decently apart and started chatting.
Sekhar inquired about her life, Ravi, his career and Dolly. Time flew as they talked about movies and cricket. It was almost midnight. As Sekhar made to get up and go, Smita stopped him.
"It is okay brother. You can sleep here too. The baby keeps me awake, most of the time and that sofa in living room is not very convenient." She said casually.
"Oh, sis, thank you. It is true that sofa is bad."
Sekhar turned his back on her and slept soon.
Smita fed the baby and put her back in the cradle. She switched off the main lamp and the night lamp gave a dim light. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Sleep wouldn't come and her thoughts kept returning to the exciting acts of the previous night. Slowly, her mind gave in to the pleasure of those thoughts.
Smita wanted badly to take the events of last night further on...not the whole way but at least a part of it. How to do it without waking up her brother was the big question. She knew that neither of them can indulge in those things while looking at the other in a conscious state...not the first time, anyway. Fantasies can happen only in dreams!
Suddenly the answer came to her. What if everything happened in a dream that was not really a dream? Suppose, the room was totally dark and they can't see each other. If, she feigns sleep and does things, her brother might respond. As they can't see each other in dark, it can be rationalized that things had happened while they were asleep.
The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced. So, quickly she made her preparations. She removed the top three hooks of her nightie so that her breasts could be easily bared. She made sure that she was quite familiar with the exact location of the cradle and switchboard so that she could access them in darkness, when required.
She waited. After a while, Sekhar turned in sleep on his side and faced her. Smita got off the bed, quietly walked to the switchboard, switched off the night lamp and tiptoed carefully back to the bed. Once there, she laid side on, on her right and facing Sekhar. She quietly pulled out her bouncy boobs from the open nightie.
It was very dark in the room. Slowly, her hands moved a little until they found his right hand. She then moved herself in such a way that her bare boobs were just a few millimeters from his right hand, withdrew her own hands and waited with bated breath. She didn't have to wait for long.
Sekhar's fingers touched, fleetingly her shapely, inviting and bouncing right breast. Smita kept absolutely still, her eyes closed. She felt his three fingers resting on her boob for a few seconds. Then they gently pressed it, as if testing. Finding no resistance, his palm cupped her heavenly boob.
Instantaneously, Smita's nipples hardened. Sekhar's palm continued with the gentle squeeze of her breast and her hard nipple poked against his palm erotically. Smita found it increasingly difficult to fake a sound sleep as her breathing quickened. Before she realized it, both his hands possessed both her boobs and fondled them.
Smita realized that she loved her brother's fondling much better than her husband's. May be because his hands were younger, eager, stronger and more caring! Or was it because they are new and different? All humans yearn for things new and different, after sometime, at least for a change!
Smita felt her breasts leaking a little milk as his fingers caressed and pinched them. She felt a strong urge to have them sucked by her brother. But, she restrained herself. Let him think she was asleep and let him do as he pleases and dares. If she reacts or responds that might scare him off. Let him get familiar and confident, she thought.
Her assessment proved right. While his left hand continued to fondle her bouncy tits, his right hand tried to slip further down. Unable to do so, his hand found and unhooked two more hooks. Then it found and rested on her sexy and smooth tummy. It was silken smooth and flat and his damp palm rubbed it lovingly.
Smita had a nice, circular and deep navel. Sekhar's fingers found it and caressed it, as his finger tip probed its interior. To Smita it felt very erotic as she imagined a similar move elsewhere. As his hand roamed on her tummy, she felt his hot breath on her boobs. Next second, his hungry mouth clamped on to her swollen tit and its engorged nipple.
He sucked her tit with all his pent up hunger. Naturally, he compared his sister's bouncy and bigger boobs with the very small tits of Aruna. He felt her milk in his mouth, tasted it and swallowed it. He was very excited by the act of sucking his sister's boob and tasting her milk.
He recalled Aruna's taunt asking him if he still drank his mama's milk.
"You see, bitch! I am indeed drinking my sister's milk and that too directly from her heavenly breasts!" He wanted to shout to Aruna.
His excitement naturally made him very hot and fully erect.
Smita was overcome with joy as her brother sucked her breasts and drank her milk. She felt very excited and possessive. She felt that his excitement mounted and it was time to act. In the dark, her hands searched and found his big bulging tent on his pajamas.
Deftly her fingers opened its front, reached inside and grabbed his hard and erect cock. It felt so hot that it scalded her rosy petal soft palm. Her right hand gripped his phallus at its hairy base and her left hand caressed its head, the smooth crown slightly wet with precum. She started stroking his cock with her soft hands.
"Oh Ravi,look at this! My brother's cock is much bigger and beautiful than yours and I love stroking him. Who knows? May be I will suck it too." She wanted to shout.
They were really excited now and in his hungry and deprived state, it took very little time for Sekhar to ejaculate with a loud groan into his pretty sister's loving and caring hands. Smita felt her brother shooting hot jets of cum and her cupped palms collected most of it. To her, it represented the relief and pleasure she had been able to give to her unlucky brother.
Totally drained and spent, Sekhar moved away with some guilt, from what he thought his sleeping sister and turned on his side. Soon, he drifted into a sound sleep and Smita got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. On return, she switched on the bed lamp, checked that Dolly was asleep and went to bed.
Reliving the moments of the past one hour, Smita rejoiced at what she had done. She examined her boobs while cleaning up and there were light red bruises where her brother mauled them. There was a small crescent on her right boob where her brother bit her. She recalled the feel of his hard, hot cock in her hands as she pumped it.
These thoughts made her very horny and wet. She quickly slipped her right hand inside her panties and pushed her two fingers into her open, juicy and hungry cunt. She masturbated thinking of her brother's big cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Wouldn't it be lovely, she thought, as she climaxed.
Next morning, Smita acted as if nothing had happened. Sekhar, who thoroughly enjoyed the previous night events, was relieved. He thought that his sister was perhaps used to sex while asleep with her husband. May be she thought it was a dream! Whatever it was, he was grateful to her for the wonderful pleasures of her body and the relief it provided him. Secretly, he hoped they would do more.
However, when he returned home that evening, he was extremely disappointed to learn that Ravi had returned from his tour, collected Smita and baby and took them home.
"Smita asked me to tell you that she felt bad leaving suddenly and she would be back soon when Ravi goes on tour again." His mother said.
Her words were comforting because they promised a future gratification for him. Hopefully Smita would return soon. Meanwhile, his nights were full of memories of her incredible boobs and hands that did wonders to him.
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