Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"This is weird." But Shriya pulled off her top, her bottoms, and her panties. "What do we do now?"


"Well, now you have to agree to the deal." Krishan looked her up and down. She was such a slight, gentle creature. Her small boobs had pink, puffy nipples, and she had a nice trimmed triangle of hair between her slender legs. He took a mental picture, because she was about to change. "The bond, the pact, the contract made. We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation."


"Devil?" Shriya's eyes widened.


"I've met him. He's a nice guy." Krishan took Shriya's left hand in his right. "He doesn't like rules."



"Oh." Shriya offered a faint smile. "I don't even care, I just want to be in this with you and Mom, Krish." She squeezed his hand. "I agree to the deal." A heat built rapidly in her chest, hips, and between her legs. Krishan was right, it hurt. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, Krissssshhhhhhh." A strange red glow filled the bathroom, and seemed to emanate from her.



"Get in the shower. It'll help." Krishan took off his top, and carried her into the shower. The water was a shock to his skin, but he didn't care. Shriya writhed and cursed as the heat moved through her. Krishan watched as her glowing boobs grew, and her hips expanded. He stood her on her feet and turned her so the cold water hit her breasts flush. "It'll get better soon." He dropped to his knees, and buried his face between her legs.





"Ohhhhhhhhh." Shriya was only partially aware that her brother lapped at her pussy. The heat faded and Shriya cupped her boobs. They were not the same. This is what had happened to their mother. They were so much more full and heavy. She dropped them and grabbed them again. They fell on her chest in an entirely new way. "My ... boobs ... hang now ... Danny." The heat disappeared, replaced by the pleasure of what her brother was doing between her legs. "Oh, Danny."


"Mmmmppphhhh." Krishan focused on her clit. He grabbed her now rotund butt with both hands to hold her to him. He could feel her trembling with her impending orgasm.


"Krishhhhhhhhh." Shriya squealed and shook. Stars danced with her in the shower. When she finished, she pulled Krishan to his feet and planted a deep kiss on his lips. She could taste her tang there. They made out like that for a while under the cold water, his massive dick pushing into her belly. She couldn't help but compare him as a kisser to their mother. Anushka was soft, gentle, and caring. Krishan is more urgent, and intense. Shriya liked both.


The cold water became too much for both of them, so they shut it off and stepped out of the shower. They shared Krishan's towel and dried off together, laughing and playfully slapping at each other's naked bodies. Soon, they locked lips again. They crossed the hall back into Krishan's room, blindly reaching for doorknobs as they kissed the whole way. When they were inside Krishan's room, they stood groping each other in the center of the room.





"I ... need to ... return ... the favor," Shriya said between kisses. She dropped to her knees and slid her hands up Krishan's skinny thighs to his balls. She took one in each hand, a heavy handful each. "So full." She then continued up to his cock and jerked him with reverence for several minutes. Shriya moved closer and closer until she licked the head. "I'm not sure how to get this in my mouth."


"Just put the tip in."


"Even the head is huge." Shriya licked it again, a little precum tantalized her tongue with a salty splash. "My mouth is pretty small, Krish. But I'll try. I want to make you happy." Shriya opened wide and took the purple head into her mouth. Her eyes bulged at the effort. But she was surprised by how quickly she grew accustomed to his size. Soon, her little head bobbed on Krishan while she stroked him with both hands.





"Wow, Brit. You're a natural." Krishan put his hands on her silky head and let her blow him at her pace. Certainly, Shriya was not an accomplished blowjob artist like Hansika, or even Anushka. But her tentative enthusiasm felt great in its own way. "Keep it up."


Shriya worked with him with a short, energetic back and forth motion for about twenty minutes. "Mmmmppphhhhhh." She wanted his cum. It was the first time in her eighteen years that she wanted a man's cum.


"Where ... do you want it ... Shriya?"


"Uuuuuppppphhhhhhh." She worked him even harder, the head of his dick just pushing at the back of her mouth. She'd never swallowed for Tharun or the other two boys she'd blown before. But she wanted to put her brother's seed in her stomach.


"Okay ... here ... goes ..." Krishan tightened his grip in his hair and tried not to force himself down her tiny throat. His hips shook and with a series of soft grunts, he let loose in his sister's mouth.


"Aaaaaccckkkkkkkkk." Shriya was not ready for the river of cum that came shooting out. She couldn't swallow any of it. It filled up her mouth, puffing out her cheeks, and then exploded past her lips, dripping onto her new boobs, thighs, and the floor. She pulled her mouth off, sure he was done, but Krishan fired again and again, plastering her face and hair with cum. When he was done, she reached around on the floor, looking for something to wipe the semen out of her eyes. "Some help, Krish?" She finally swallowed the remaining salty stuff in her mouth, and gave a little shiver of pleasure. It was good.


"Sorry." Krishan pulled his top sheet off the bed and handed it to her. "Here you go."





"Thanks." She wiped herself off. "That was a lot more than any guy I've been with." She opened her eyes. "And you're still hard."


"Die hard, right?" Krishan smiled.


"Yippee motherfucker." Shriya laughed. She stood up and looked him up and down. "So, do we do more stuff, or what? I've never been with anyone that stayed hard after ... you know."