04-12-2024, 02:20 AM
Suddenly, someone banged on our door! We both were scared as hell as to who was there and what would happen next. Anyhow, the person would doubt us so I put my dick back in her and fucked my sister fast and came inside her. Then she cleaned her pussy with a cloth that was there and we both dressed up.
The person banged on the door again and this time, the person shouted, “Kon hai andar” (Who is there inside)?
It was our masi (mom’s sister) whose son’s marriage we were attending. We somehow opened the door and she shouted.
Aun: Kab se door baja rahi hu. Aur tum dono kya lene aaye ho yaha? Sab program waha chal rahe hai. (It’s been a while since I have been knocking on the door. And what are you people doing here, when everything has been started out there?)
My mom’s sister came in and started to smell and with a shock, she looked at both of us. Without further questions, we left there. My aunt was looking at me throughout the ceremony now and then and I had to pretend as if everything was normal.
My aunt (masi) was a 42-year-old, traditional Indian lady. She lost her husband in a car accident years ago. My uncle was a rich businessman and even after so many years, they didn’t have to face any financial crunch since they were getting rentals from properties.
Later that night when everything was done for the day, my masi called me to her room. I was scared as fuck as she might tell my mom about the incident. Then I went to her room. She asked me to close the door and I did. I went to her and she slapped me right there on my cheek. I was dumbed by her action since it was the first time she slapped me.
Then she told me: Don’t be surprised. I have seen your cum drops on the floor in the store room.
I had no words to say. Then I begged to her and pleaded with her not to tell anyone about this. She shouted loudly and said –
Aunt: She is your own sister! What have you done?! (Her face became sad.)
I went close to her and said sorry to her and said, “I was out of my mind, and I won’t repeat this.”
She consoled me.
Aunt: You’re a grown man, I understand. But this is not right. You can’t do this to your sister.
Finally, I had to tell the truth.
Me: I’m sorry masi. But jiju is not taking care of my sister and unknowingly, I had to do this.
Aunt: That is so sad to hear. But it’s your jiju’s responsibility to take care of her, not yours. Till then, your sister should control her urges. Even I’ve been controlling myself for so many years. When I lost your uncle, many male people in society tried to have sex with me. But I didn’t let them know that I’m hungry for sex.
Me: Masi, you’re such a brave and courageous woman. I’m so proud of you.
Her face became bright with a proud feeling and I hugged her with affection. She didn’t say anything nor did she reciprocate my hug. I knew in my mind that she was lonely for a long time and slowly, she hugged me back. We were standing there hugging for at least ten minutes.
The person banged on the door again and this time, the person shouted, “Kon hai andar” (Who is there inside)?
It was our masi (mom’s sister) whose son’s marriage we were attending. We somehow opened the door and she shouted.
Aun: Kab se door baja rahi hu. Aur tum dono kya lene aaye ho yaha? Sab program waha chal rahe hai. (It’s been a while since I have been knocking on the door. And what are you people doing here, when everything has been started out there?)
My mom’s sister came in and started to smell and with a shock, she looked at both of us. Without further questions, we left there. My aunt was looking at me throughout the ceremony now and then and I had to pretend as if everything was normal.
My aunt (masi) was a 42-year-old, traditional Indian lady. She lost her husband in a car accident years ago. My uncle was a rich businessman and even after so many years, they didn’t have to face any financial crunch since they were getting rentals from properties.
Later that night when everything was done for the day, my masi called me to her room. I was scared as fuck as she might tell my mom about the incident. Then I went to her room. She asked me to close the door and I did. I went to her and she slapped me right there on my cheek. I was dumbed by her action since it was the first time she slapped me.
Then she told me: Don’t be surprised. I have seen your cum drops on the floor in the store room.
I had no words to say. Then I begged to her and pleaded with her not to tell anyone about this. She shouted loudly and said –
Aunt: She is your own sister! What have you done?! (Her face became sad.)
I went close to her and said sorry to her and said, “I was out of my mind, and I won’t repeat this.”
She consoled me.
Aunt: You’re a grown man, I understand. But this is not right. You can’t do this to your sister.
Finally, I had to tell the truth.
Me: I’m sorry masi. But jiju is not taking care of my sister and unknowingly, I had to do this.
Aunt: That is so sad to hear. But it’s your jiju’s responsibility to take care of her, not yours. Till then, your sister should control her urges. Even I’ve been controlling myself for so many years. When I lost your uncle, many male people in society tried to have sex with me. But I didn’t let them know that I’m hungry for sex.
Me: Masi, you’re such a brave and courageous woman. I’m so proud of you.
Her face became bright with a proud feeling and I hugged her with affection. She didn’t say anything nor did she reciprocate my hug. I knew in my mind that she was lonely for a long time and slowly, she hugged me back. We were standing there hugging for at least ten minutes.
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
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