Incest Story of my sweet innocent didi

[Punjabi_prince90]

Update 36 - Being a bitch, as usual

That night, nav slept like she was high on some drug. Muscles in her legs were still sore. Her heartbeat was still going up and down. Bites on her boobs were still red. But her pussy was satisfied. Juices were still flowing from her pussy. Her panty was stuck to her wet choot. She received the best banging of her life today.


Nav was happy. Her dream of being a secretive slut was becoming a reality. She was engaged. Her cousin, who was actually her half-brother as they shared same father, was her secret lover. Her ex-boyfriend, Sonu, was back in her life. Money, sonu’s best friend and whose dick nav once sucked, was also trying his best to get in between nav’s legs. And today, she banged the bus conductor who for three years let her ride in bus free of cost because nav let him touch her fat ass.

Now, nav’s attention was on her ex-boyfriend and his best friend. Sonu and Money are filthy rich. Since nav started talking with them again, both of them were showering gifts on her. She was loving it. Sonu gifted her the latest apple airpods while money sent her expensive heels. Nav was playing them very well. For Sonu, nav was back in her life. He was expecting to fuck her soon. Meanwhile, Nav was continuously talking with Money as well. She had made sure Sonu won’t know about her talking with Money. 

Simountanousily, Nav was managing her relationship with Aman very nicely. Aman, her brother, and love of her life, was eager to shove her ass. Nav had promised her virgin ass to aman but she was avoiding him for some time because of the new men in her life. She was playing real bitch with Aman who had loved her since childhood. Nav knew she was doing wrong with Aman but she did not care. Sex was everything for her now. She wanted dicks in her pussy. She orgasms. She wanted her pussy to leak all the time. This was her dream and she was living it finally. And on top of this, her image of being “sweet, innocent, and cultural” was totally intact. 

The next day, nav was back in her “sweet, innocent, and cultural” punjabi avatar. Her fiance, karan and his family came for a lunch. Nav wore a beautiful punjabi suit, cooked for them, and served as well. She was perfect and she knew this as well. Everyone was happy apart from one person; her father.

Nav had no idea that her father was keeping eye on her for the last couple of weeks. Harjeet heard moans from her washroom when nav was riding aman. Though harjeet had no idea about riding, he figured nav was fingering. He could not believe this. His daughter had grown. He started following her and realized something was wrong. On top of it, his drinking mate told a story that shivered his entire body. His friend had advised doing a two-finger test on nav. Though they were drunk but harjeet took it seriously. He was hurt. He wanted to know if nav was doing something wrong or not. 

Harjeet was a proud man. He was well-respected in the city. He just could not afford her daughter having relationships. He was eager to find out. There was anger and sadness inside his heart and only truth could either take them out or vanish them. 

Sitting there, Harjeet was smiling but he was quiet. He did not want but his eyes were continuously checking his daughter’s body. It was not lust. He could sense changes in his daughter’s body. Her boobs had enlarged. He could feel that. So was her ass. Is it because of…, his mind was giving him wrong thoughts and these thoughts were hurting him. But there was more. Checking his daughter’s body like this was giving him itches between his legs. His old rod was reacting. He did not want this but it was happening automatically. Moreover, his brain was continuously bringing up the idea of the two-finger test. Harjeet was a mess at this moment and he had decided to investigate and act. 

*****

Meanwhile, I was planning to take nav didi to Shimla where I would fuck her in her tight asshole. Didi was being a bitch with me. She won’t let me fuck her anymore. Didi wanted to go to Shimla. There was wanted me to open her asshole. I was busy collecting money and arranging for it. I had a small gift for her as well. 

Lunch was over and everyone was having dessert. I went upstairs and messaged nav didi to come up. First, she resisted but then came. 

“What happened aman?” Didi asked.

I looked at her from top to bottom and then bottom to top. “You look gorgeous didi”.

She smiled and said “Thank you but why did you call me here? Everyone is down”.

“I have a gift for you” I said and gave a small box to didi.

Nav didi smiled and said “wow… what is this?”. She opened the box and there was a red color butt plug in it. “What is this?” she asked.

“A butt plug” I smiled.

“What should I do with it?” Nav didi smiled back.

“Insert this in your asshole so that tiny hole could be ready to take my big dick inside” I replied.

“Are you crazy?” Nav didi replied examining the plug. “This will never fit in my asshole. It is big and my asshole is very tight”.

“It will… open your salwar and bent down” I said. 

“Are your mad?” didi almost shouted. “Not now!”

“Didi please” I requested. “I want a butt plug in your ass while you sit with your future husband and his family” I said. 

Nav didi smiled and said “You are crazy aman”

“For you didi” I said and we kissed. 

I pulled the strings of her salwar and it fell down. Then I pulled her panty down as well. Nav didi once looked at me worriedly and then turned. Next moment, she was in doggy style on the bed and her fat bubble butt was close to me. I wanted to bang the shit out of this ass but I knew I need patience. 

“Stretch you ass didi” I asked.

Nav didi did as I asked. Both of her hands were on her chittuds and she pulled them apart. There it was; her tight asshole. Below it was her pink pussy which, as usual, had white juice coming out of it. The aroma of her pussy was so thick that in the matter of few seconds, it spread to the entire room. I moved my face towards her ass crack and smelled that asshole. As usual, the smell of her ass intoxicated my nose and I loved it. 

“Hurry up aman” my bitch sister said.

I took the butt plug and drip it with a lubricant. Then, first I licked nav didi’s asshole and made it wet with my saliva. God, I love the taste, I thought and licked it again.

“Amannnnnnnn” meanwhile nav didi said.

I pulled my tongue out and put some lubricant in nav didi’s ass crack.

“Yukkk… don’t put that much” she complained.

I massed her asshole and then inserted the butt plug inside. It went in like a knife inside butter. 

“Get up” I said and nav didi got up. She pulled her panty up and then salwar. “How does it feel?”

Didi smiled and said, “I don’t know… it feels… it feels like I will poop”.

I laughed and said , “Don’t worry… it won’t happen”.

“What if I did poop because of this?”

“Then I will clean it myself”

“Yukkkkkkkk” she said and walked out.

When I went down, I saw her sitting with her fiancee. Didi glanced at me and smiled. That dickhead has no idea her future wife has a butt plug inside her ass which was inserted by me…