Incest Jawani Ka Nasha (The intoxication of youth) by naemchohan

[lee.jae.han]

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Then I said to myself in my heart, “Sister, you were so young." She went up to the roof, and I came into my room. I changed my wet trousers and got into bed. Sleep was miles away from my eyes. The scent of Rekha's soft body could still be felt. Her soft butt and her hot pussy could still be felt on my cock. I was sure that she also enjoyed the touch of my cock. But in the end, her response was different. Maybe she didn't want to open up yet, or whatever it was. I was lost in these thoughts. Azra and Samina got up and left, and then I don't know when I got lost in the valleys of sleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was 11 o'clock. I got up and took a shower. In the courtyard, only Samina and Azra were sitting. I went and sat next to them.

"You slept like you had sold horses today," Azra said. "You woke up so late."

"It's just that I had a very good sleep," I said.

"No, sir," she said. "You knew that I had some work for you today, so you woke up late."

"What work?" I asked.

"Ohhh, did you forget?" she asked. "I told you yesterday."

"Mmmmm, what?" I asked.

"Hitting her head, "I have to go to the tailor's place," she said. "You have to take me there."

"Okay, fine," I said. "But the bike has a flat tire."

"Abu got the tire fixed," she said. Then she got up and said, "I'll go get breakfast for you." She came back with breakfast soon. And then she disappeared inside. After Azra left, Samina said, "It seems like Dani made you have a lot of fun last night."

My hands stopped while I was eating. I looked at Samina, startled. She was smiling. "Dani didn't make me have any fun," I said.

"Oh really?" she said. "You two disappeared in front of me for a whole hour. Are you going to keep secrets from me too?"

"Laughing, "You're very sharp, Samina," I said. "You keep a close eye on me. You catch all my secrets."

"When you have a handsome brother, you have to keep an eye on him," she said.

"No," I said. "When you have a beautiful sister, you have to keep an eye on her."

"But here, the situation is reversed," she said. "The sister has to keep an eye on the brother. So, tell me, how was it with Dani? Did you fuck a lot? Did she like my Bhiya's cock?"

Hearing Samina's words, I burst out laughing. "Yes," I said. "She got fucked with a lot of pleasure."

"Hmmmm," she said. "You fucked alone. You could have included us too."

"Man, you're crazy," I said. "How could I have included you?"

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Now that she's a friend of yours, you could have said, 'If you tell anyone, I'll tell them about you too.'"

"No, man," I said. "It's not like that. What would she think? That I fuck my own sister? No, man, that's difficult."

"She's not that much of a child," she said. "That night, she was asking me, 'How did you sit on your Bhiya's lap? Didn't he touch you down there?'"

"Ohhh, she said that?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," she said. "I told her that you weren't sitting, so I sat down, otherwise what need did I have?"

Just then, Azra came out, and we went quiet. I looked at Azra, and I couldn't stop looking. She looked amazing in her orange dress. The dress was a full fitting one. There was beautiful embroidery on the shirt's neck and breasts. Below the embroidery, her breasts were fully packed. There were also flowers in many places on the shirt below the breasts. Her trousers were plain. She had dbangd her scarf over one shoulder. Light makeup on her face and eyeliner on her lips were adding to her beauty and sexiness. She was coming, smiling. There was a lot of grace in her style, and there was also a storm of fragrances with her. She came and bent down in front of me to pick up the dishes. I looked at her neck, and my mouth went dry. More than half of her breasts were peeking from her deep neck. Her white breasts peeking from her orange dress were looking so sexy that I didn't feel like taking my eyes off them. There was a locket hanging right in the middle of her breasts, which was making her breasts look even sexier. I was holding a glass in my hand but had forgotten to drink water. Azra cleared her throat, and I took my eyes off her and looked into her eyes. She was smiling.

"Give me the glass too, Bhiyaa," she said. I gave her the glass.

"You look very beautiful, Azra," I said.

"Toba, don't jinx me now," she said, laughing. Then, without waiting for my answer, she said, "Now get ready quickly."

"Okay," I said. Ammi, mammi, and Dani's people had gone to the market for Asad's wife's shopping.

"Samina, are you coming?" I asked.

"No, Bhiya," she said. "I'm not in the mood. You guys go. A person gets bored there."

"Mmm, okay," I said. I went to my room, put on my dress shirt and pants, and a full-sleeved sweater on top of it. When I came out, ready, Azra looked at me intently for a while.

"Are you going to jinx me now?" I asked.

"Well, can a sister's sight jinx a brother?" she asked.

"A beautiful sister's sight can," I said.

"No, no, mine won't," she said. "Don't worry." Then I took out my bike, and Azra came and sat behind me. Azra sat with her legs on one side. She put one hand on my stomach, which made her soft breast touch my back. I moved the bike forward with a jerk, and Azra screamed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Drive slowly," she said.

"I'll drive like this only," I said. Hearing me, Azra clung to me. It felt so good to feel her soft body on my back. I gave another jerk, and Azra hit my back with her fist and said, "Drive slowly, Bhiya."

"Not 'Bhiya,'" I said. "'Amir.'"

"Loudly, "Drive slowly, you child of Amir," she said. And then she laughed at her own style.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"Just like that," she said. Soon we reached the tailor's village. There was a small market at the beginning of the tailor's village. As we passed through it, I said, "Azra, let's go. I'll get you a gift."

"Waaaa," she said. "A good deed without asking?"

"Then let's go get it," I said.

"What will you get for me?" she asked.

"That one," I said.

"That one what?" she asked. I pointed to the bras hanging in a shop.

"Look, there in front," I said. Azra looked there, then hit my back with her fist again and said, "Amir Bhiyaaaaa..."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't want to get it," she said. "And besides, we won't get good ones here."

"Why don't you want to get it?" I asked.

"I feel shy," she said.

"Shy from your friend?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. I stopped the bike in front of the shop.

"I don't want it," she said.

"Come on," I said. "I'll get one for Samina."

"Ufffff," she said. "This is the first time I've seen a brother who buys bras for his sister."

We both went into the shop. "Yes, sir, what can I do for you?" the shopkeeper asked.

"I want a bra," I said.

"Okay," he said. "Which size?"

"Bhiya," I said, "if you have good quality ones, show them, otherwise we'll leave."

"Sir," he said, "my shop might be in the village, but my things are branded."

"Okay," I said. "Then show me in 34DD." The shopkeeper looked at Azra's chest once and then started taking out bras. Azra squeezed my hand hard. But I remained silent. The shopkeeper took out a lot of bras and put them in front of us. I started turning them over and looking at them. I liked one bra among them. It was an off-white bra with foam in it. The cups of the bra were fully covering the breasts. It had orange embroidery on it, and its straps were also orange. I separated that bra.

"Man, show me some more," I said. Then the shopkeeper took out a black, short bra with flowers on it. The bra was very sexy.

"Look at this," the shopkeeper said. "It will suit the sister-in-law a lot." The name "sister-in-law" brought a smile to my lips. I looked at Azra, and there was a smile on her face too. I took that bra too. Then he charged a high price, and we came out of the shop.

"He charged so much for these ordinary bras," Azra said. "Ufffff."

"Take them now," I said. "Forget about the price."

"Pouting, "I don't want them," she said.

"Okay, then I'll throw them away right now," I said. Hearing me, Azra immediately grabbed the bras.

"What will I say at home?" she asked.

"What's there to say?" I asked. "When you go to the tailor's place, wear all of them on your boobs."

"Ufffff, Bhiya, not you too," she said. "Not so many fit on them."

"Ohhh, yes, I forgot," I said. "Your breasts are also so big."

While sitting on the bike, Azra hit my back two or three times and said, "Shame, shame."

"You feel a lot of shame," I said. "By the way, man, the shopkeeper called you my wife."

"What does that rascal know?" she asked.

"By the way," I said, "I liked the bra. I had a lot of fun. Didn't you like it?"

"I don't know," she said. Then we soon reached the tailor's house. Azra got off and went inside without knocking on the door. I entered inside behind her. The tailor was bent over her machine, sewing. Her breasts were more than half visible from her open neck. She was wearing a green dress. There was also a woman sitting on a chair next to the tailor. Seeing me, the tailor's eyes sparkled. She picked up a scarf lying nearby and put it over her breasts and head.

"You can go to the drawing room," Azra said. I looked at the tailor. There was a smile on her lips. I kept looking at her intensely and went to the drawing room. The tailor's breasts kept swirling in my mind. After a while, I heard someone's footsteps, and then the tailor entered the room, holding a cold drink in her hand. I stood up and said, "It feels like you're not happy with me coming here."

"Now, by saying things like that, you'll kill me?" she asked. I moved forward and grabbed her shoulders, and then I kissed her soft cheek.

"You seem to be in a hurry," she said. "Won't you drink water?"

"I've drunk a lot of water," I said. "Now it's time to drink milk." I said this while moving the scarf that was on her breasts.

"Move the curtain a little so we can also see your bowls," I said.

"Uffff, Amir, someone will come," she said. I moved her scarf to the side, and her sparkling breasts were visible from inside. I kissed the soft cleavage between her breasts and then rubbed my lips on her breasts until they reached her chin.

"Ssssssss," she said. "Have patience, Amir. You seem to be very hot."

"Anyone can get hot after seeing you," I said. Saying this, I put my lips on her lips, and she also sucked my lip. Then she pushed me back and signaled for me to sit down, so I sat down. She put the cold drink in front of me and said, "Drink this. I'll come back with tea." She blew a kiss from her lips and left. I kept looking at her swaying sexy butt. I picked up the cold drink and started taking small sips. The tailor had set my body on fire, and I was craving to fuck her a lot. I kept drinking the cold drink, thinking about her hot body. The door to the drawing room was open. After a while, I saw that woman leaving. After the woman left, the tailor came back with tea. This time, she looked even more sexy. The scarf was gone. Her big breasts were jiggling with her steps. Her neck was so open that it seemed like her breasts would jump out at any moment. She was holding a cup of tea in her hand and bent down to give it to me with pleasure, and her breasts bounced out, and the corner of her areola became visible. I took the tea and put it on the side. I stood up and grabbed both of her arms. I put my hands under her armpits and hugged her. I filled my arms with the tailor's soft body and, squeezing her hard, tried to push her into my body. The tailor's breath got tight.

"Mmmmm," the tailor said softly. "I can't breathe. Are you going to kill me?" Hearing the tailor's words, that song came to my mind. "Don't hug me tight. My body will break." The tailor lifted her head, and I dug my lips into her neck and started licking her neck. My lips moved from her neck to her lips. The tailor opened her hot lips and took out her tongue. My tongue hit her tongue, and then a very hot kissing started. The tailor was a kissing master. In two or three sucks, she had set me on fire. My cock was stuck in her thighs. The tailor put her hand down and grabbed my cock. I was sucking her lips and talking to her.

"Ooooommmmmmuchh," I said. I separated my lips. "I won't leave without fucking you today. Uuuuummmuch. I want to put my cock in your pussy today. Mmmmmmmm uuuuummmmmmuchhhh. I want to drink your milk today."

"Cock," the tailor said. "Uffff, I'm also looking for this artist, but you came alone. Why did you bring this child with you? Uuuuunnnmmmmmuch ummmmmmmuuuuchhh. Oooooooch."

"Just do whatever you want," I said. "I'm not leaving without drinking your juice today." I left her lips and pressed my face between her breasts. Then I grabbed both of her breasts in my hands and started squeezing them. I would grab her breasts in my hands and then slide my hands to pull her nipples.

"Stop now," the tailor said. "It's been a lot of time. You drink the tea. I'll do something."

"You do whatever you want," I said. "But I will only drink your milk." The tailor separated from me and disappeared, and I started drinking tea. My cock was not willing to sit down. After a while, Azra came. I looked at her with a questioning look.

"The tailor has some work for you," Azra said. "Come inside for a moment." Hearing Azra, I followed her. Azra went to the verandah and sat on a chair. The tailor was standing at the door of the room.

"Come inside," she said. I went inside behind her. Inside the room, there was a gallery on one side, below the roof. It was about six feet high from the ground, and there was a curtain on it. The tailor pointed to the gallery and said loudly, "There's a black shopper lying on this gallery. Climb up and get that." I saw Azra sitting outside, so I hugged the tailor from behind.

"Softly, "Don't climb on me," she said. "Climb on the gallery." I said this while giving thrusts with my cock into her big butt.

"Let me have a little fun," I said. My hands were moving on her stomach.

"Uffffffff," she said. "You have no patience at all. You're very hot. Uffffffff. You've set me on fire too." I was rubbing my face in her hair and neck.

"Loudly, "Hmmmm, climb on the gallery," she said. I gave one or two more thrusts. Then she said, "Climb up, man. I'll come too." Hearing the tailor, I let go of her, jumped, grabbed the corner of the gallery, and climbed onto the gallery. As soon as I got up, I said, "I can't find the shopper." The tailor laughed at me.

"Okay," she said. "If you can't find it, then pull me up too." She put a small bench down and stood on it. I pulled her up easily. There was little space up there. We could only stand on our knees. I hugged the tailor on my knees and started sucking her lips. The tailor, in return, started sucking my lips and tongue. My arms were on her delicate waist. I was squeezing her hard and kissing her. Then I left her lips and lifted her shirt. Her soft stomach came in front of me. I put my face on her stomach, and the hot scent of her body went into every part of my body, which set a terrible fire inside me. I rubbed my face on her stomach for a while. Then I lifted her shirt, and her breasts, half hidden in her skin bra, came in front of me. Seeing her breasts set me on fire. I took my tongue out and licked her breast over her bra. Her nipple was visible to me. I bit her nipple lightly. I grabbed both of her breasts and buried my face in between her breasts. When her cool breasts touched my cheeks, I had fun. I licked the inner side of both of them, and then I moved her bra up. The tailor's breasts came out, bouncing. I immediately grabbed a nipple in my mouth and started sucking it with pleasure. Moans were now coming from the tailor's mouth.

"Ufffffffggg, Amir, aaaaaaahhhhh, mmmmmm," she moaned. "How you suck. It sets me on fire. Mmmmmmmm, suck it, suck it hard, mmmmmmmmm. Aaaaaaaahhhhh, ufffff, your craziness drives me crazy. Uffff. Sssssssss, you set such a fire. Mmmmmm, aaaaaahhhh, suck it, ufffff."

Then the tailor stopped me and, putting her hand on my chest, signaled for me to lie down. I lay on my back. The tailor opened my pants and pulled them down, and took my cock out. She sat between my legs, and in the next moment, her hot lips gripped the tip of my cock. While taking the tip into her lips, she ran her tongue over it, and a high went through every part of my body. I wanted to push my whole cock into her mouth. She slowly took a lot of my cock into her mouth and started sucking it with pleasure. With every suck of hers, my heart wanted to thrust into her mouth. I would lift my back and try to press my cock into her mouth, and she would move back a little. And then, finally, she put my cock in her mouth, and my cock went into her throat. I had a lot of fun once. She quickly took my cock out. Uffffffff. Then she got up and, putting her big butt on my cock, sat down. My cock was buried in that pile of cotton. She started rubbing her butt on my cock. I was in a bad state now. She bent down, put her hand on my chest, and said, "Do you want my pussy?"

"I'll give you a fun pussy today," she said.

"I don't want to take your pussy," I said. "I want to fuck it."

"Amir, will you fuck my pussy?" she asked, shaking her head.

"Yes, yes, yes," I said. "I will fuck it."

"Will you put your cock in my pussy?" she asked. "Hmmmmmmm. Will you? Hmmmmmm. Will you fuck my pussy?" I said this while squeezing her breasts.

"Yessss," I said. "I'll fuck it. I'll fuck your pussy, and I'll fuck your butt too."

"Mmmmmmm," she said. "I'll give it to you today then. Mmmmmmm. I'll give it to you now. Hmmm." I moved my hands and put them on her trousers. The tailor got up a little, and I pulled down her trousers. The tailor put her naked butt on my cock. The rascal had a very smooth butt.

"Come on," I said. "Now quickly take it in your pussy."

"I'm taking it, honey," she said. Then the tailor got up on her feet. She grabbed my cock in one hand, put the tip on her pussy, and then sat down, putting her weight on my cock. The tip of my cock went inside. But the whole cock refused to go into the dry pussy.

"Hmmmmmm, Amir, did you find the shopper?" she asked. "Mmmmmm." She put some spit on her hand and put it on the tip of my cock, and then she sat down again, taking my cock into her pussy. This time, the whole cock went into her pussy. She got up once and then took the whole cock inside again, all the way to the root.

"Aaaaaaahhhh, it's so much fun, uffffff," I said. "Your pussy is very hot. Sssssss, there's a lot of fire in your pussy."

"Then put out the fire with this cock of yours today," she said. "I will fuck you today." Then the tailor started bouncing on my cock. And her breasts started jiggling.

"Aaaaahhhh, ummmmm," she moaned. "Look how it's going inside me, ufffffff. What a cock you have. Aaaaahhhhhhh. Ooooooooo. Mmmmmmm, it's so much fun, mmmmm."

Then I grabbed the tailor, laid her down, and started giving hard thrusts into her pussy. After a while, I signaled for her to get up. The tailor got up and moved to the side. So I asked her to go doggy style. The tailor went into doggy style in front of me. I grabbed her mounds and pushed my cock into her pussy through the gap.

"Mmmmmmm, aaaaaahhhhhh, ufffffffff, it's fun, mmmmm," she moaned. "Hard." Now there were regular slapping sounds. Just then, Azra's voice came.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Didn't you find it yet? And what's that sound?" We stopped. Because of the curtain, she couldn't see us. The tailor started hitting the shoppers lying in front of her with her hand.

"I'm looking, man," she said. "I can't find it."

"Ufffffff," Azra said. "Two people have been looking for so long. It's amazing."

I gave another thrust. Slap. "Aaaaah," the tailor moaned.

"I don't know what it is," Azra said. "Should I come up too?" Hearing Azra, I quickly moved back and put my cock in my pants. If she had climbed on the table and removed the curtain, she would have seen everything. And I didn't want to lose Azra. The tailor also pulled up her trousers.

"Yes, yes, I found it," she said. "I found it. You don't need to come up."

"Ofo," Azra said. "What kind of people you are. Come on now. You've put my guest Bhiya on a task too."

"Your Bhiya is very hardworking," the tailor said.

"Yes, I know," Azra said. "Now hurry up." I adjusted my pants and got down, and then I also helped the tailor get down. I looked into Azra's eyes and went to the drawing room. My fucking was incomplete, which had set a fire in my body. Now I didn't know if the tailor would come or not. After a while, my cock also started to get soft from thinking too much. A long time passed, and the tailor's face appeared at the door. She quickly came to me. As soon as she came, she bent over me, kissed my lips, and said, "Hurry up." She opened my zipper and took my cock out, which was now soft.

"Where's Azra?" I asked.

"I sent her to the roof with a baby," she said. "In that much time, you can come." The tailor grabbed my cock in her hand and jerked it. She put some spit on it. My cock immediately became hard. She pulled down her trousers and, turning her butt towards me, set my cock on her pussy and sat on my lap, taking my cock into her pussy. I put my hand in her shirt and grabbed her big breasts. The tailor started bouncing up and down and getting fucked. In this position, my cock was not going all the way inside. Her big mounds were keeping my cock away. I lifted her and laid her on the sofa, and, lifting her legs, pushed my cock into her pussy. After a while of fast fucking, the tailor squeezed my back with her legs, and then her pussy released its water.

"How much more time do you have?" she asked.

"I will discharge in your butt," I said.

"Ufffff, you pervert," she said. "Wait then." The tailor got up from the sofa and went to the door and, putting her hands on the door, bent down. She patted her big butt and signaled for me to come. I went behind her and set my cock on the rings of her butt. Then, grabbing her buttocks, I gave a hard thrust. My cock went inside, tearing the rings.

"Oui, mmmmmmm, oh my butt," she moaned. "Mmmmmmm, fuck it, fuck it." I started fucking her butt hard. The tight butt quickly made me melt, and I started thrusting with all my might and released my semen deep inside her butt.