Incest Indian sister and brothers

[neerathemall]

It was a cold night. She was wearing a night dress and she looked really gorgeous that day. The thought of going in her room at night already gave me a hard on. We sat on bed and I curled up beside her. Neha was really scared and I could see it in her face. We started talking, and were talking about how close we become. All of a sudden there was a moment of silence in between. And I kissed her. She didn’t respond to it. It was my first kiss and hers too. I had seen kissing on English movies but never had practical experience. I was more of pressing my lips against her. But it was nice. There was a warm feeling in my chest when I kissed her.

But as I told, my lust had overtaken my sensible self. I was too horny. She was hugging me and holding me close to her. Taking this as a positive sign I slipped my hand inside her dress and started pressing her boobs over her bra. She didn’t respond to this. I then pulled her bra up, and freed her boobs. Just as I was touching her bare breast and caressing her nipples, she came to her senses. She immediately pulled me off of her. I nearly fell of the bed. I stood up and was suddenly feeling ashamed and scared. She wasn’t looking at my face. My chest was suddenly feeling heavy with guilt and I walked to my room. I heard her closing the door behind my back.

The following few days were the longest of my life. I couldn’t look at Neha’s face. I was feeling guilty for what I had done. After nearly one week of not talking to her, I decided to put an end to this. One day, my parents went out for buying provisions one evening and we both were left alone in the house. I went to her room and I said sorry. I told her that I am a bad brother and I apologized for what I did. I also told her about my feeling, about how much I used to think about her. Saying all this I walked out. As I was heading for my room she called me. When I turned around she came near me and hugged me. She was crying and squeezing me tightly. She confessed her feelings for me; she had fallen in love with me. And even though we were brother and sister, she couldn’t stop thinking about me. She knew it was bad but now she didn’t care, and she wanted to be mine.