07-09-2019, 06:03 PM
Chapter: 2: The Idea Makes Her excited.
Riya entered the room knocking and saw her beloved brother lying asleep on the bed. He looks so sweet when he sleeps, thought Riya. She touched his bare shoulder and felt a sudden shiver running through her spine. Oh, it's so wrong! Touching her brother and feeling sexy is very wrong, and she is not incest. She called him loud, and Koushik woke up.
She gave him a regular hug, a peck on his cheeks and he returned her so. She felt her erect nipples brushing his bare hairy chest. Though she is in sari and the blouse, her nipples are so erect that they are now tickling through. She felt shy and broke the embrace earlier than ever. She asked her to come and have the dinner.
At the dinner they were stout all and teasing each other. Koushik was teasing Shriya, snatching away her bread or her plate of meat and Priya, leg-pulling her brother. But Riya was not in mood. She was getting horny whenever her eyes met with Koushik's. She felt she was wet there under her sari and shaya.
She wears sari always. Rarely does she wear jeans, trousers, Capri, shorts or minis like her younger sisters. Her favourite outfit for the hospital is either sari or salwar. Often she puts on some long skirt and formal shirts and she works hard to keep herself in shape like her sisters. She is not busty, but not skimpy also.
Her size matches with her younger sister Priya. They both use 32 B size bra and their waists measure 28 and going down, their ass rolls round to 36, making them both hour-glass figured. She is aware that her bum is really good looking, enough to cause a hard- on for a man if she walks carefully shaking her buttocks. She is not measure to show her skins.
Her sari hangs just down her naval- slopes leaving ample space of her fair, flat, little bulky tummy and her sari- plaits that run on to her shoulder, leaves enough of the cleavage- show to figure out her firm boobs. She is always that presentable with her silky black hair running to her knees either in a good handy braid or a tress. Priya also has such long hair. But Shriya loves it a boy's cut.
Whatever it is, Riya feels a tension looking at her brother. She feels a sexual tension, a sexual need building in her centering on her brother. It is not right. She must get rid of it. So she tries to think about something else. And they finish the dinner. Priya helps Riya to clean and the other two retired to study.
They finish the cleaning and head towards their rooms. Riya locks herself, gets out of her cloth, opens the blouse, unties the shaya, lit a cigarette and opening the drawer, hauls out a long thick candle. Her tongue lubricates it and she thrusts it down to her dripping pussy. She bit her lips so that the moan does not pass loud, and began to masturbate furiously.
Her climax was near and she relieved the tension involving her brother. Yet she could not stop thinking about him. She began to do it again, and again, until she was too exhausted to pull out the candle. She had Enjoyed four orgasms then and there thinking her brother Koushik fucking her and then she lay on the bed as she was masturbating with the candle. She fell asleep.
And in dream she Enjoyed some really good fucking seasons with her brother. He was really well- built. His prick was some eight inches long and thick. And he fucked her really well. He almost fucked the shit out of her.
She came while dreaming and soaking wet did she woke up at midnight. She ran to the bathroom, splashed water on her face and neck and then coming back, she lit a cigarette. A good smoke can make sense. She smoked and retired to bed.
Riya entered the room knocking and saw her beloved brother lying asleep on the bed. He looks so sweet when he sleeps, thought Riya. She touched his bare shoulder and felt a sudden shiver running through her spine. Oh, it's so wrong! Touching her brother and feeling sexy is very wrong, and she is not incest. She called him loud, and Koushik woke up.
She gave him a regular hug, a peck on his cheeks and he returned her so. She felt her erect nipples brushing his bare hairy chest. Though she is in sari and the blouse, her nipples are so erect that they are now tickling through. She felt shy and broke the embrace earlier than ever. She asked her to come and have the dinner.
At the dinner they were stout all and teasing each other. Koushik was teasing Shriya, snatching away her bread or her plate of meat and Priya, leg-pulling her brother. But Riya was not in mood. She was getting horny whenever her eyes met with Koushik's. She felt she was wet there under her sari and shaya.
She wears sari always. Rarely does she wear jeans, trousers, Capri, shorts or minis like her younger sisters. Her favourite outfit for the hospital is either sari or salwar. Often she puts on some long skirt and formal shirts and she works hard to keep herself in shape like her sisters. She is not busty, but not skimpy also.
Her size matches with her younger sister Priya. They both use 32 B size bra and their waists measure 28 and going down, their ass rolls round to 36, making them both hour-glass figured. She is aware that her bum is really good looking, enough to cause a hard- on for a man if she walks carefully shaking her buttocks. She is not measure to show her skins.
Her sari hangs just down her naval- slopes leaving ample space of her fair, flat, little bulky tummy and her sari- plaits that run on to her shoulder, leaves enough of the cleavage- show to figure out her firm boobs. She is always that presentable with her silky black hair running to her knees either in a good handy braid or a tress. Priya also has such long hair. But Shriya loves it a boy's cut.
Whatever it is, Riya feels a tension looking at her brother. She feels a sexual tension, a sexual need building in her centering on her brother. It is not right. She must get rid of it. So she tries to think about something else. And they finish the dinner. Priya helps Riya to clean and the other two retired to study.
They finish the cleaning and head towards their rooms. Riya locks herself, gets out of her cloth, opens the blouse, unties the shaya, lit a cigarette and opening the drawer, hauls out a long thick candle. Her tongue lubricates it and she thrusts it down to her dripping pussy. She bit her lips so that the moan does not pass loud, and began to masturbate furiously.
Her climax was near and she relieved the tension involving her brother. Yet she could not stop thinking about him. She began to do it again, and again, until she was too exhausted to pull out the candle. She had Enjoyed four orgasms then and there thinking her brother Koushik fucking her and then she lay on the bed as she was masturbating with the candle. She fell asleep.
And in dream she Enjoyed some really good fucking seasons with her brother. He was really well- built. His prick was some eight inches long and thick. And he fucked her really well. He almost fucked the shit out of her.
She came while dreaming and soaking wet did she woke up at midnight. She ran to the bathroom, splashed water on her face and neck and then coming back, she lit a cigarette. A good smoke can make sense. She smoked and retired to bed.
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