28-10-2021, 08:16 AM
The love between my sister and Vishnu had nothing to do with lust, it was totally heart to heart love. They did not even touch each other in a lustful way. Everything changed upside down today after the arrival of Vishnu’s bestfriend Shekar from the city.
My sister Malathi and I, always enjoyed playing cricket in our village ground. Unlike other girls, she loved cricket, not just watching, but also playing. She used to play cricket as good as the boys, so me and my sister used to play in the ground with boys.
After hitting puberty, and my sister’s physical appearance changed, her boobs started to grow, while playing the boys used to get distracted. Though my mom warned my sister several times not to play with the boys, she used to secretly play Cricket after college. She used to get so involved in the game that, while she was running for runs or saving runs on the ground, her skirt used to rise and we could clearly see her panties. My parents noticed this and were very angry and punished her as well. They even told me to follow her all the time and inform them if she plays cricket.
For a couple of weeks she did not play, but her cricket craze could not stop her. One day while returning home, she told me that she has special classes and sent me home and took her bicycle and went somewhere. This happened for several days, only then I decided to follow her. As soon as college left, she cycled her bicycle as fast as she could and escaped from my sight, somehow I followed her on foot and found out that she went behind the small temple near the river. As I reached the temple, there was nobody in the temple. As I went behind the temple, I was shocked to see the temple priest standing behind the wall and looking at the River and jerking off. As I turned around to see what he was watching, it was my sister Malathi playing cricket with the Postmaster’s son and a couple of guys. As usual as she was running around, her skirt rose and was giving full darshan of her panteis. The temple priest was fully into my sister, and as soon as the Postmaster’s son scored the winning runs, she ran towards him and hugged him and he was hugging her back and circling around. Watching them hug each other, the priest jerked off and wiped his semen in his dhoti and as he turned around. “Pervert, she is my sister, people in the village think you are a holy person, now look at what you are doing,” I said in an angry tone. That’s when the priest calmly spoke to me and taught me two things in life. The first thing is, there is no harm in masturbating, as it doesn’t harm anyone. The second thing is taught me is “One Man’s Sister is another Man’s Sex interest.” The priest made me realize that, if I don’t lust my sister for obvious reasons, it doesn’t mean any man in the world should lust my sister. Ultimately she is going to become somebody’s wife.
The next day onwards the priest was quite openly watching my sister play near the river along with the Postmaster’s son and was jerking off. I did not mind, and after jerking off, he began talking naughty stuff about my sister and getting to know about my sister. Meanwhile I found out that my sister and the Postmaster’s son were in love with each other. As days passed by the priest has convinced me to forget that she was my sister and think that she is a normal woman and jerk off watching her. One day me and the priest started jerking off watching my sister play near the river. Like the priest said, I forgot that it was my sister who was running around forgetting herself and showing us her panties and hugging and kissing the Postmaster’s son, and began jerking off standing next to the priest who was watching my sister and jerking off as well.
To be continued ...
My sister Malathi and I, always enjoyed playing cricket in our village ground. Unlike other girls, she loved cricket, not just watching, but also playing. She used to play cricket as good as the boys, so me and my sister used to play in the ground with boys.
After hitting puberty, and my sister’s physical appearance changed, her boobs started to grow, while playing the boys used to get distracted. Though my mom warned my sister several times not to play with the boys, she used to secretly play Cricket after college. She used to get so involved in the game that, while she was running for runs or saving runs on the ground, her skirt used to rise and we could clearly see her panties. My parents noticed this and were very angry and punished her as well. They even told me to follow her all the time and inform them if she plays cricket.
For a couple of weeks she did not play, but her cricket craze could not stop her. One day while returning home, she told me that she has special classes and sent me home and took her bicycle and went somewhere. This happened for several days, only then I decided to follow her. As soon as college left, she cycled her bicycle as fast as she could and escaped from my sight, somehow I followed her on foot and found out that she went behind the small temple near the river. As I reached the temple, there was nobody in the temple. As I went behind the temple, I was shocked to see the temple priest standing behind the wall and looking at the River and jerking off. As I turned around to see what he was watching, it was my sister Malathi playing cricket with the Postmaster’s son and a couple of guys. As usual as she was running around, her skirt rose and was giving full darshan of her panteis. The temple priest was fully into my sister, and as soon as the Postmaster’s son scored the winning runs, she ran towards him and hugged him and he was hugging her back and circling around. Watching them hug each other, the priest jerked off and wiped his semen in his dhoti and as he turned around. “Pervert, she is my sister, people in the village think you are a holy person, now look at what you are doing,” I said in an angry tone. That’s when the priest calmly spoke to me and taught me two things in life. The first thing is, there is no harm in masturbating, as it doesn’t harm anyone. The second thing is taught me is “One Man’s Sister is another Man’s Sex interest.” The priest made me realize that, if I don’t lust my sister for obvious reasons, it doesn’t mean any man in the world should lust my sister. Ultimately she is going to become somebody’s wife.
The next day onwards the priest was quite openly watching my sister play near the river along with the Postmaster’s son and was jerking off. I did not mind, and after jerking off, he began talking naughty stuff about my sister and getting to know about my sister. Meanwhile I found out that my sister and the Postmaster’s son were in love with each other. As days passed by the priest has convinced me to forget that she was my sister and think that she is a normal woman and jerk off watching her. One day me and the priest started jerking off watching my sister play near the river. Like the priest said, I forgot that it was my sister who was running around forgetting herself and showing us her panties and hugging and kissing the Postmaster’s son, and began jerking off standing next to the priest who was watching my sister and jerking off as well.
To be continued ...
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