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No sacrifice only lust. This bastard Rahul not worth a single paise for sacrifice

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Yes the story should end with Deepa doing that. It would be the best ending but not now. Now Jonny should use Deepa as a escort to get Charan's project cancelled.

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Johnny looked down at me with that same cruel, victorious smile, his massive cock still glistening with my sister’s juices. I was still kneeling on the floor, spent from my shameful orgasm, my hand sticky with my own cum, my mind shattered by what I had just done — licking my own sister’s freshly fucked pussy.
“Enough hiding, little brother,” Johnny said softly, but with steel in his voice. “Come. Lie down on the bed. Right here. You should see properly how we drill your sister’s tight married pussy. Every inch. Every thrust. No more peeping from the shadows.”
I tried to protest, my voice barely a whisper. “No… please… I can’t…”
But Raju and Rakesh grabbed my arms and dragged me toward the bed. I was too weak, too broken, too aroused to resist properly. They pushed me down onto the black silk sheets, right in the center, on my back.
Deepa was still on all fours beside me, blindfolded, headphones blasting music in her ears, completely unaware of what was happening. She thought it was still just the three of them. Her voluptuous, oiled body glistened under the bright lights — heavy breasts hanging and swaying, deep navel quivering, thick thighs spread, her swollen, leaking pussy still dripping Johnny’s cum.
Johnny grabbed Deepa’s hips and gently guided her.
“Turn over, my sweet slut. Lie on your back. Spread your legs wide for me.”
Deepa obeyed obediently, rolling onto her back. Johnny positioned her carefully so that her head was near the top of the bed, and her hips were right above my face — her dripping, well-fucked pussy hovering just inches from my mouth and nose. Her thick thighs were spread obscenely wide on either side of my head, giving me a clear, close-up view of her most intimate place.
I could smell her — the musky, sweet, creamy scent of her arousal mixed with Johnny’s semen. Her pussy lips were puffy and red, still slightly open from the pounding, glistening with wetness.
Deepa moaned softly, still blindfolded and lost in the music. “Johnny… what are you doing… haaaaa…”














I could smell her — the musky, sweet, creamy scent of her arousal mixed with Johnny’s semen. Her pussy lips were puffy and red, still slightly open from the pounding, glistening with wetness.
Deepa moaned softly, still blindfolded and lost in the music. “Johnny… what are you doing… haaaaa…”
Johnny knelt between her thighs, right above my face. He looked down at me with dark amusement.
“Watch closely, Rahul. Watch how a real man fucks your sister.”
He rubbed his thick cockhead up and down her swollen slit, coating himself in her juices, then slowly pushed two thick fingers deep inside her cunt. He started stroking her fast — in and out, curling his fingers against her G-spot with practiced skill.
Deepa’s hips jerked automatically, pushing back against his hand.
“Aaaahhh… haaaaa… yes… faster… haaaaaaaa!!!”
















Her pussy made wet, squelching sounds as Johnny finger-fucked her hard and fast. Juices leaked out around his fingers, dripping down onto my face and lips. I could taste her again — warm, sweet, forbidden.
I lay there, frozen, my cock hardening again despite everything. My sister’s dripping pussy was right above me, getting fingered mercilessly while I watched every detail — her swollen clit, her pink inner walls clenching around Johnny’s fingers, the way her hips rolled and thrust automatically, seeking more pleasure.
Johnny laughed softly, looking straight into my eyes.
“See that, cuck brother? Look how eagerly your Didi’s pussy is sucking my fingers. This is what she needs. Not your tiny cock. Not Charan’s small one. A real man’s fingers. A real man’s cock.”
Deepa was moaning louder now, her body writhing on the bed, completely lost in sensation, unaware that her own brother was lying directly beneath her spread pussy, watching and tasting everything.
“OHHHHH… Johnny… your fingers… so deep… haaaaa… faster… please… AHHHHHH!!!”
Raju and Rakesh held her thighs wider, keeping her fully exposed above my face. Johnny increased the speed of his fingering, his palm slapping against her clit with every thrust.
Her juices flowed freely now, dripping onto my cheeks, my lips, my tongue. I couldn’t help but taste her again. The humiliation was crushing, but the arousal was overwhelming.
Deepa’s hips were bucking wildly now, adjusting automatically to chase Johnny’s fingers, her loud moans filling the room.
“YES… YES… I’M GOING TO CUM AGAIN… HAAAAAAA!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!”
Her second powerful orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy clenched around Johnny’s fingers, squirting hot juices directly onto my face. I tasted her climax — sweet, creamy, overwhelming.
Deepa screamed in ecstasy, her body shaking violently above me.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! JOHNNYYYYY!!! I’M CUMMING… AHHHHHHH!!!”
Johnny kept fingering her through the orgasm, drawing it out, making her squirt more onto my face while I lay there, drenched in my sister’s pleasure, my cock throbbing painfully hard again.
He finally pulled his fingers out with a wet sound and looked down at me, his eyes full of wicked triumph.
“Good boy, Rahul. You’re learning your place. Now watch what comes next.”
The humiliation and arousal had reached a breaking point.
I was no longer just watching.
I was part of it.
And the worst part was… a dark, shameful part of me didn’t want it to stop.










I lay flat on my back on the black silk sheets, my body trembling, my mind a storm of shame, horror, and unbearable arousal. My sister Deepa was positioned right above me — on all fours, blindfolded, headphones blasting music in her ears, completely unaware that her own brother was lying directly beneath her. Her thick, oiled thighs framed my face. Her swollen, dripping pussy hovered just two centimeters from my mouth and nose. Her round, juicy ass was pushed up, the tiny string of her thong lost between her cheeks. Her heavy breasts hung down, swaying gently with every breath.
The scent of her arousal — sweet, musky, mixed with Johnny’s cum — filled my lungs with every inhale.
Johnny signaled Raju and Rakesh with a wicked grin. Both of them moved to my sides, their eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as they looked at my pathetic 5-inch cock standing hard and leaking against my stomach.
“Look at this little brother’s tiny dick,” Raju laughed softly. “He’s rock hard watching his own sister get finger-fucked.”
Rakesh reached down first. His strong hand wrapped around my cock and balls, squeezing firmly. The sudden pressure sent a sharp mix of pain and twisted pleasure shooting through me.
“Ahhhhhh…!” I cried out, my voice choked with shame. The pain was real — his grip was tight, almost crushing — but the humiliation made my cock throb even harder in his palm.
Raju joined him, grabbing my balls and squeezing them together while Rakesh stroked my shaft roughly. I writhed on the bed, tears of pain and unbearable pleasure leaking from my eyes.
“Pleeease… ahhhh… it hurts… haaaaa…” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily into their hands.
They squeezed harder for a few long, torturous seconds, making my cock pulse and leak fresh pre-cum. Then they suddenly released me, laughing quietly.
Johnny looked down at me with dark satisfaction. “Now watch, Rahul. In the same position. See how your sister’s inner walls get properly banged. Watch every inch of my cock stretching her married pussy and ass right above your face.”

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He positioned himself behind Deepa, his massive 9.5-inch cock throbbing. Her pussy and ass were so close to my face I could see every glistening detail — her swollen pink folds, the creamy mixture leaking from her hole, her tight little asshole twitching.
“Before I fuck her properly,” Johnny said, his voice thick with lust, “I need to lubricate this tiny virgin ass. Her useless husband never fucked her here properly. She’s brand new to this.”
He spread Deepa’s plump ass cheeks wide with both hands, fully exposing her tight, puckered hole just inches from my eyes. Deepa jerked when she felt the cool air.
“Haaaa… Johnny… what are you doing back there…?” she whimpered.
Johnny looked straight at me with a wicked, triumphant smile. He extended two fingers toward my face.
“Open your mouth, sissy brother.”
I hesitated, shame burning through me. But the threat in his eyes — and the video still recording on his phone — left me no choice. Obediently, I opened my mouth.
Johnny pushed his two thick fingers between my lips.
“Suck them. Get them nice and wet with your saliva. You’re going to help lubricate your own sister’s asshole.”
Humiliated beyond words, I closed my lips around his fingers and sucked. My tongue swirled around them, coating them generously with my warm saliva. The act felt degrading — using my own mouth to prepare my sister for anal.
Johnny groaned in pleasure at the sight. “Good boy… look at you. Salivating on the fingers that are about to open your Didi’s tight virgin ass.”
He pulled his now slick, saliva-coated fingers out of my mouth with a wet pop and moved them back to Deepa’s ass. He circled her tiny, puckered hole slowly, teasing it, then gently pushed one finger inside.
Deepa jerked violently, her body tensing above me.
“Aaaahhh…! Johnny… it’s too tight… haaaaa… it burns… please slow…!”
Johnny didn’t stop. He worked the saliva-lubricated finger in and out, stretching her virgin asshole while his other hand rubbed her dripping pussy. Deepa’s moans grew louder, a strange mix of pain and new, forbidden pleasure.
“Shhhgg… haaaaaaaaa… oh god… something strange… AHHHHHH!!!”
Her hips started moving automatically, pushing back against his invading finger. Her pussy leaked fresh juices, dripping directly onto my face and lips as I lay helplessly beneath her.
Johnny added a second finger, scissoring them slowly inside her tight ass while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Deepa’s body shuddered above me, her loud moans filling the room.
“OHHHHH… it feels so full… haaaaa… Johnny… your fingers in my ass… AHHHHH!!! I’m going to… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her pussy clenched and squirted again, hot juices splashing onto my face as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. I tasted everything — her sweet release, mixed with the earlier creampie.
Johnny looked down at me, his eyes full of dominance and victory.
“See that, Rahul? Your sister is cumming from having her ass played with… right above your face. And you’re still hard, aren’t you?”
I lay there, drenched in my sister’s juices, my cock throbbing painfully, utterly broken by the humiliation and forbidden arousal.
The game had gone far beyond anything I could have imagined.
And Johnny was far from finished.


















Johnny looked down at me with that cruel, victorious smirk, his fingers still buried deep in my sister’s ass and pussy. Deepa was moaning loudly above me, her thick thighs trembling on either side of my face, her dripping cunt hovering just inches from my mouth. Her heavy breasts swayed, nipples hard and swollen. Her oiled body glistened under the bright lights like a forbidden goddess.
He teased me slowly, his voice low and mocking.
“How is it, Rahul? Look at your elder innocent sister… the same Deepa who used to scold you for coming home late, who tied your rakhi every year, who wore sarees like a proper traditional wife… now lying here like a complete slut. Blindfolded. Oiled. Her pussy and ass stretched by my fingers. How does it feel watching your own Didi moan like a whore?”
I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper, broken with shame. “Please… Johnny… stop this… she’s my sister…”
Johnny laughed softly and pushed his fingers deeper, scissoring them in both her holes at once. Deepa cried out in a higher pitch, her body jerking.
“AAAAHHH… haaaaa… Johnny… both holes… it feels so full… AHHHHHH!!! So strange… so good… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her moans were higher, more desperate, filled with a pleasure she had never felt in her entire married life. Her hips moved automatically, pushing back onto his invading fingers, her pussy leaking fresh juices that dripped onto my lips and chin.
Johnny continued teasing me while finger-fucking my sister.
“Answer me properly, little brother. Tell me how it feels seeing your innocent Didi changed into this. Her tight virgin ass taking fingers for the first time. Her married pussy creaming for another man. Speak.”
I answered between heavy breaths, my cock throbbing painfully hard again. “It… it feels wrong… she’s my Didi… but… she looks so… so beautiful like this… haaa… I can’t stop looking…”
Johnny’s wicked smile widened. He signaled Rakesh with a nod.
Rakesh moved to Deepa’s head. He gently held her face and guided her mouth toward my cock. Deepa, still blindfolded and with music blasting in her ears, thought it was Johnny or one of his friends.
She opened her soft, warm mouth obediently and took my 5-inch cock between her lips for the first time in her life.
The sensation was electric. Her full lips wrapped around my shaft, her tongue swirling instinctively as she sucked. She had no idea it was her own brother’s cock in her mouth. She thought it was Johnny’s or one of the others.
“Mmmmmm… mmmmmm…” she moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shocks of forbidden pleasure through me.
I cried out softly, my body jerking. “Didi… oh god… no…”








But she couldn’t hear me. She sucked harder, bobbing her head, taking me deeper, her tongue licking the underside of my shaft. Her saliva coated me completely. The wet, warm heat of my own sister’s mouth was overwhelming.
Johnny kept scissoring his two thick fingers in her pussy and ass at the same time, stretching both holes. Deepa’s moans around my cock became higher-pitched, more frantic, filled with a new kind of pleasure she had never experienced.
“MMMMMMM… haaaaa… mmmmmm!!!” Her sounds were muffled but incredibly arousing as she sucked me while getting finger-fucked in both holes.
Raju took the camcorder and started shooting every filthy detail — close-ups of Deepa’s lips stretched around my cock, Johnny’s fingers pumping in and out of her pussy and ass, her heavy breasts swaying, her oiled body trembling.
Johnny kept talking to me, his voice dripping with dominance.
“Look at this, Rahul. Your elder sister is sucking your cock thinking it’s mine. She has no idea she’s blowing her own little brother while I finger her married holes. How does it feel? Your innocent Didi’s mouth on your dick… her tongue licking you so eagerly…”
I was lost. Shame burned through me like fire, but the pleasure was stronger. My hips moved slightly, pushing into my sister’s warm mouth. Tears rolled down my cheeks even as I moaned.
“It… it feels so wrong… but so good… Didi’s mouth… haaaaa… I can’t believe this is happening…”
Deepa moaned louder around my cock as Johnny increased the speed of his fingers, stretching her ass and rubbing her G-spot at the same time. Her body was shaking violently above me. Her pussy was creaming heavily, juices dripping onto my face while she sucked me.
“MMMMMMM… haaaaa… mmmmmm!!! So full… both holes… AHHHHH!!!”
Raju zoomed the camera in on her face — my sister’s lips wrapped around her own brother’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with innocent eagerness, completely unaware.






Raju zoomed the camera in on her face — my sister’s lips wrapped around her own brother’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with innocent eagerness, completely unaware.
Johnny laughed darkly. “She’s such a natural cocksucker. Look how happily she’s sucking you, Rahul. Your own sister. And she thinks it’s a real man’s cock.”
The wicked game had reached a new level of depravity. Deepa continued moaning and sucking me with increasing passion, her body trembling from the double penetration of Johnny’s fingers, while Raju recorded everything and I lay there, broken, ashamed, and impossibly aroused.
I was no longer just watching.
I was part of the corruption.
And the worst part was… I didn’t want it to end.

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Johnny’s fingers were buried deep inside my sister — one thick finger in her tight asshole and two in her dripping pussy, scissoring and stretching both holes at the same time. Deepa’s voluptuous, oiled body was shivering uncontrollably above me. Every nerve in her seemed to be on fire. Her thick golden thighs trembled on either side of my face. Her heavy breasts swayed heavily, nipples rock hard. Her deep navel quivered with each ragged breath. Her swollen pussy lips clenched and fluttered around his invading fingers, leaking fresh juices that dripped steadily onto my lips and chin.
She was moaning in a higher pitch now, the sound raw and desperate, echoing off the walls of the brightly lit bedroom.
“AAAAAHHHHHH… haaaaa… Johnny… both holes… it’s too much… AHHHHHHH!!! So full… so strange… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her body jerked and shivered with every thrust of his fingers. Her hips moved on their own, pushing back greedily, chasing the overwhelming sensation. The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy and ass filled the room, mixing with her broken, high-pitched moans.
Johnny looked straight down at me, his eyes dark with cruel amusement and triumph. A wicked smile played on his lips as he slowly pushed his fingers a little deeper into both her holes.
“Do you want more, Rahul?” he asked softly, his voice mocking. “Look at your innocent Didi… shivering like a slut while I finger her pussy and virgin ass right above your face. Do you want me to stop… or keep going?”
I was trembling, my face drenched in my sister’s juices, my own 5-inch cock throbbing painfully hard again. Shame burned through me like acid.
“No…” I whispered hoarsely. “Please… stop this… she’s my sister…”
But even as the words left my mouth, my mind betrayed me. A dark, forbidden part of me wanted more. I wanted to see her lose control completely. I wanted to watch her cum again while her pussy dripped onto my face.
Johnny saw the conflict in my eyes. With a wicked grin, he pushed both fingers deeper — stretching her tight asshole and pussy further, curling them inside her.
Deepa’s reaction was immediate and explosive.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! JOHNNYYYYYYYY!!! DEEPER… IT’S TOO DEEP… AHHHHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMM… NOOOOOIOOOI… JOHNNYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
Her loud, high-pitched moan echoed twice in the room, bouncing off the walls like a siren of pure pleasure and shock. Her entire body convulsed violently above me. Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, squirting fresh hot juices directly onto my face and open mouth. Her asshole fluttered wildly around the invading digit. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly as she shook.







Her loud, high-pitched moan echoed twice in the room, bouncing off the walls like a siren of pure pleasure and shock. Her entire body convulsed violently above me. Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, squirting fresh hot juices directly onto my face and open mouth. Her asshole fluttered wildly around the invading digit. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly as she shook.
The sudden intense pleasure made her mouth release my cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to my throbbing shaft as she gasped for air, moaning loudly.
“HAaaaaaaa… oh god… what are you doing to me… AHHHHHH!!!”
Johnny pulled his fingers out slightly, then pushed them back in even deeper, scissoring them mercilessly in both her holes.
He looked down at me again, his smile triumphant.
“Do you want me to stop, Rahul? Or should I continue? Tell me honestly… I’ll give you ten times more pleasure if you admit it. Do you want to watch your sister get completely ruined? Tell me… do you want it to continue?”
Deepa was still moaning above me, her body rocking, completely lost in the double penetration, unaware that her own brother was lying beneath her spread pussy.
I tried to resist. My mouth opened to say “stop”…
But the words that came out were different.
“Yes…” I whispered, my voice breaking with shame. “I… I want it… continue…”
The admission slipped out without my full consent, driven by the overwhelming arousal and the sight of my sister’s shivering, dripping body.
Johnny laughed loudly, victory shining in his eyes.
“I knew it, you little sissy. Deep down, you’re just like me. You want to see your own Didi turned into a complete whore.”
He pushed his fingers even deeper into both her holes, fucking her faster. Deepa’s moans reached a new, frantic pitch.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! JOHNNYYYYY!!! BOTH HOLES… I’M GOING CRAZY… HAAAAAAA!!! DON’T STOP… AHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Her body shuddered violently again. Another powerful orgasm ripped through her, her pussy squirting hard onto my face while her asshole clenched rhythmically around his finger. Her loud, erotic screams filled the entire room as she came harder than I had ever heard her before.
Raju continued recording every second with the camcorder — close-ups of my sister’s convulsing body, her dripping pussy, her moaning face, and me lying helplessly beneath her with my cock hard and leaking.
Johnny kept fingering her through the orgasm, drawing it out, making her squirt more onto my face while I lay there, drenched in my sister’s pleasure, my mind completely broken.
The wicked game had reached its darkest, most humiliating peak.
And I had just begged for more.



Johnny’s fingers, still slick with my sister’s pussy juices and ass, were suddenly pulled out of Deepa’s holes with a wet, obscene sound. Deepa whimpered above me, her body trembling, her swollen pussy and freshly stretched asshole twitching visibly just inches from my face.
Without warning, Johnny reached down and pushed those same two fingers directly into my open mouth.
“Taste your sister properly, sissy brother,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Clean them. Suck off every drop of her pussy and ass juices.”
I gagged slightly as the strong, musky, creamy taste flooded my tongue — the unmistakable flavor of Deepa’s most intimate places mixed with oil and her own arousal. Shame burned through me like fire, but my cock throbbed harder than ever. I closed my lips around his thick fingers and sucked obediently, swirling my tongue, cleaning them thoroughly just as he demanded.
“Mmm… good boy,” Johnny praised mockingly, pushing his fingers deeper into my mouth, making me suck harder. “Look at you… tasting your own Didi’s cunt and ass like a desperate little cleaner.”
After a long minute of humiliating sucking, he pulled his fingers out with a wet pop and smirked down at me.
“Now… clean your sister’s asshole properly. With your tongue.”
I tried to turn my head away, my voice a broken whisper. “No… please Johnny… not that… she’s my sister… I can’t…”
But Johnny grabbed the back of my head firmly, holding me in place. With his other hand, he spread Deepa’s plump, oiled ass cheeks wide apart, fully exposing her tight, pink, freshly fingered asshole right above my face. The tiny hole was glistening with oil and traces of her juices, slightly open from the earlier stretching, twitching invitingly.
“Clean it,” he ordered again, his tone leaving no room for refusal. “Or the video of you stroking and licking your sister goes straight to Charan.”
With tears of utter shame rolling down my cheeks, I extended my tongue. The moment it touched my sister’s tight asshole, a violent shiver ran through both of us.
Deepa moaned loudly above me, still blindfolded and lost in the music, thinking it was still Johnny or one of his friends.
“Haaaaaaa… mmmmmm… what… someone is licking my ass… AHHHHH!!!”
Her voice was higher-pitched, filled with shock and a strange new pleasure. Her body jerked, pushing her ass back slightly toward my face.




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Deepa moaned loudly above me, still blindfolded and lost in the music, thinking it was still Johnny or one of his friends.
“Haaaaaaa… mmmmmm… what… someone is licking my ass… AHHHHH!!!”
Her voice was higher-pitched, filled with shock and a strange new pleasure. Her body jerked, pushing her ass back slightly toward my face.
Johnny held her cheeks spread obscenely wide with both hands, making sure her tiny asshole was completely exposed and pressed against my tongue. I had no choice. I licked slowly at first — circling the tight ring, tasting the oily, musky flavor of my own sister’s most forbidden place. Then, under Johnny’s watchful gaze, I pressed my tongue flat against it and licked with longer, more deliberate strokes.
Deepa’s moans grew louder and more desperate.
“Shhhgg… haaaaaaaaa… oh god… tongue on my ass… it feels so dirty… but so good… AHHHHHH!!! Don’t stop… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her asshole fluttered under my tongue, tightening and relaxing as I licked and probed it. The taste was intense — salty, musky, intimate. I felt completely degraded, yet my cock was leaking steadily onto my stomach. I hated myself for how hard I was, for how eagerly my tongue moved across my sister’s asshole while Johnny held her cheeks spread for me.






Johnny laughed softly, watching every second.
“Look at this… the protective little brother is now rimming his own Didi’s asshole while she moans like a whore. Push your tongue inside, Rahul. Taste deeper.”
Shame and arousal twisted together inside me as I obeyed. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it against her tight ring, slowly forcing the tip inside her virgin ass. Deepa cried out in ecstasy above me.
“AAAAAAAAHHH!!! Something inside my ass… tongue… haaaaaaaa!!! It’s going inside… AHHHHHHH!!! So deep… so strange… MMMMMMM!!!”
Her body shivered violently. Her pussy dripped fresh juices onto my chin and neck as her asshole clenched around my invading tongue. Johnny kept her cheeks spread wide, forcing me to bury my face deeper between them, licking and tongue-fucking my sister’s ass while she moaned in pure pleasure, completely unaware it was her own brother.
Raju continued recording everything with the camcorder — close-ups of my tongue disappearing into Deepa’s asshole, her trembling body, her dripping pussy, and my humiliated, aroused face.
Johnny’s voice was thick with satisfaction.
“That’s it, sissy. Eat your sister’s ass properly. This is what you were born for — cleaning up after real men use her.”
Deepa was lost in the new sensation, her moans echoing through the room as my tongue worked deeper inside her tight hole.
“OHHHHH… yes… keep licking my ass… haaaaaaaa!!! It feels so good… AHHHHHHH!!!”
I was completely broken — my face buried between my elder sister’s spread ass cheeks, tongue deep in her asshole, while Johnny and his friends watched and laughed.
The humiliation was absolute.
And the dark, forbidden pleasure had me completely addicted.



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Fantastic writing. Now there should be slow transformation of Deepa and Rahul

Deepa slowly will like becoming Jonny's slave. She should call Jonny herself for more humiliation.  
Rahul will start lusting on Deepa . He would want to join with Jonny in future traps of Deepa. 

Jonny should turn Deepa to a paid escort for his father's benefit.
Request to author to make this happen.

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It's great to see that you are reading the feedback and opinions of audience and trying to write it as per audience demand. 

Good work.

Thank you

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Will they make her husband also do like this

Yes next husband also they will do..

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Will Deepa become a prostitute.  She seems to like being used and filmed. I think she is slowly becoming like adult movie actress.

Haa ha ha...


 But they will fuck her all holes... Just now they used two holes only.. Third one still awaited..

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Deepa was completely lost in pleasure, riding Johnny in reverse cowgirl position right above me. Her thick, oiled golden thighs framed my face like a forbidden cage. Her swollen, dripping pussy was stretched obscenely around his massive 9.5-inch cock, sliding up and down with wet, rhythmic squelching sounds. From my helpless position directly underneath, I could see every intimate detail — the way her puffy pink pussy lips clung tightly to his thick veined shaft, stretching wide with every downward thrust, the creamy white froth of her juices coating the base of his cock, and the constant flow of her arousal dripping onto my face, lips, and tongue.
Her round, juicy ass cheeks jiggled softly with each bounce. Her tight little asshole twitched visibly just above me, still glistening from earlier attention. Her heavy 34D breasts swayed heavily beneath her, dark nipples hard and begging to be touched. The mangalsutra around her neck swung like a symbol of her shattered marriage. She was still blindfolded with black silk, headphones blasting loud music in her ears, completely unaware that her own brother was lying right beneath her spread pussy, tasting and watching everything.
Johnny sat behind her, holding her wide hips firmly, controlling the slow, deep rhythm. His thick cock disappeared completely inside her with every downward movement, then reappeared glistening with her cream as she rose. He looked down at me with a cruel, satisfied smile and began his wicked psychological game.
“Tell me, Deepa… whose cock feels better inside your married pussy right now — your husband Charan’s or mine?”
Deepa bit her full lower lip hard, trying to hold onto the last remnants of her dignity. Her breathing was heavy and ragged. For a long moment she stayed silent, only soft whimpers escaping her as she continued riding him slowly.
Johnny didn’t accept the silence. He reached around with one hand and pushed two thick fingers into her already stretched pussy alongside his cock, while his other hand’s middle finger slowly circled her tight asshole before pushing inside.
Deepa’s entire body jerked violently above me. A sharp, involuntary giggle-shiver ran through her voluptuous frame as both her holes were suddenly filled and stretched even more intensely.
“Aaahhh… haaaaa… Johnny… please… not both at once… mmmmmm!!!”
Her pussy clenched hard around his cock and fingers. Fresh, warm juices leaked out around them, dripping directly onto my open mouth and face. Her asshole fluttered and tightened around the invading finger, the tiny ring visibly pulsing.
Johnny kept the slow, deep bouncing going, his voice low and teasing.
“Full sentence, baby. Don’t be shy. Whose cock feels better deep inside you — Charan’s or mine? Say it properly.”
Deepa tried to resist again, her hips trembling as she fought the overwhelming pleasure. But Johnny curled his fingers hard against her G-spot while pushing his finger deeper into her ass.
She let out a high-pitched, broken moan, her body shivering uncontrollably.
“Your… your cock feels better… haaaaa… much better than my husband’s…”
Johnny smiled wickedly and pushed his fingers even deeper, scissoring them slowly inside both her holes.
“Louder. Full sentence. Tell me exactly how it feels.”
Deepa’s resistance crumbled further. Her voice came out trembling, filled with shame and pleasure.
“Your cock… feels so much better than my husband Charan’s… AHHHHHH!!! It’s thicker… longer… it stretches me so beautifully… it reaches so deep where Charan never could… haaaaaaaa!!!”
I watched in humiliated fascination from below — the way her pussy lips were stretched to their absolute limit around Johnny’s thick cock and fingers, the creamy juices being pushed out with every movement, her asshole gripping his other finger tightly. Every slow thrust made more of her warm nectar drip onto my face. I could taste her completely — sweet, musky, and completely addictive.
Johnny continued the slow fucking, his hips rolling upward to meet her downward movements while his fingers worked both her holes.
“Good girl. Now tell me honestly… does your husband Charan ever make you cum as hard as I do?”
Deepa shook her head at first, trying to stay silent. But Johnny increased the speed of his fingers, curling them relentlessly against her G-spot while thrusting his cock deeper.
She giggled and shivered violently again, her voice breaking into desperate moans.
“No… Charan never makes me cum like this… haaaaa… you make me cum so easily… so hard… my whole body shakes every single time… AHHHHHH!!! I never cum this intensely with him… only with you… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her pussy clenched violently around his cock and fingers. A powerful squirt suddenly splashed onto my face and into my open mouth as another orgasm crashed through her. Her asshole pulsed rhythmically around his finger while she rode out the pleasure, moaning loudly above me.
Johnny didn’t slow down. He kept bouncing her slowly on his thick cock, fingers buried deep in both holes, forcing more confessions.
“Tell me, Deepa… whose slut are you now? Your husband’s… or mine?”
Deepa was breaking completely. Tears of shame and overwhelming pleasure leaked from under her blindfold. Her voice came out in a high-pitched, broken confession.
“I’m… I’m your slut now, Johnny… haaaaa… not my husband’s anymore… I belong to your big cock… use your married slut however you want… AHHHHHH!!! Fuck me harder… please… I need it so badly… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her loud, shameless admission echoed through the room. Her body rocked violently as yet another orgasm hit her, her pussy and ass squeezing Johnny’s cock and fingers with rhythmic contractions. Waves of her hot juices kept dripping onto my face as I lay there, forced to witness and taste every second of my sister’s complete surrender.
Johnny laughed in pure victory, still fucking her with slow, deep strokes while looking down at me.
“Hear that, Rahul? Your own elder sister just admitted she’s my personal slut now… right above your face. How does it feel knowing your innocent Didi prefers my cock over her husband’s?”
Deepa was panting heavily, still impaled on his thick cock, her body trembling with aftershocks. The mangalsutra around her neck swayed with every breath — a painful reminder of her shattered marriage. She had no idea her brother was right there beneath her, drenched in her pleasure, hearing every filthy confession.
The comparison had completely destroyed whatever dignity she had left.
And Johnny was far from finished with his teasing.
He continued the slow, deep fucking, his fingers still buried in both her holes, forcing even more confessions from my sister while I lay helplessly underneath, tasting every drop of her betrayal and pleasure.
“Tell me more, Deepa… does your husband ever fuck you in the ass like I do?”
Deepa moaned loudly, her resistance almost gone now.
“No… never… Charan would never do that… your thick fingers… your cock… it feels so dirty… but I love it… haaaaaaaa!!! I want you to fuck my ass too… AHHHHHH!!!”
Her body convulsed again as another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy squirted powerfully onto my face while her asshole clenched hard around Johnny’s finger.
I lay there, completely broken — my face covered in my sister’s cum, my cock throbbing painfully, listening to her confess how much she preferred being used by her blackmailer over her own husband.
The erotic humiliation had reached its absolute peak.








Johnny finally pulled his thick, glistening cock out of Deepa’s thoroughly fucked pussy with a wet, obscene pop. A thick stream of his cum mixed with her juices immediately leaked out of her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs. Deepa collapsed forward onto the bed, panting heavily, her body still trembling from multiple orgasms, blindfolded and unaware of what was happening next.
Johnny looked straight at me. His eyes were dark with victory and wicked amusement. My own eyes widened in shock as I realized what he was about to do.
He crooked a finger at me.
“Come here, Rahul. Kneel down right here.”
My mind raced with a storm of emotions — pure shock, burning shame, and a dark, forbidden excitement I couldn’t suppress. What is his plan now? My heart hammered wildly in my chest.
I hesitated, but Johnny didn’t give me time. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me forward, forcing me to kneel right in front of him on the floor beside the bed. Deepa’s dripping pussy was still visible above us, leaking his cum, but Johnny’s main focus was on me.
He held his massive, still-hard 9.5-inch cock in one hand, thick and veined, completely coated in a shiny, creamy mixture of my sister’s pussy juices and his own semen. It glistened obscenely in the bright lights, still twitching from the intense fucking.
“Look at this, little brother,” Johnny said in a low, mocking voice. “Look at your conservative sister’s pussy juices dripping all over my big Lund. She creamed so much on me… now clean it properly. With your mouth.”
I froze, stunned. My mouth went dry. The words hit me like a slap.
“No… Johnny… please… not that…” I whispered, my voice shaking.
But there was no escape. Johnny’s grip on my collar tightened. He brought the thick, slippery head of his cock closer to my face. The strong, musky scent of my sister’s pussy mixed with his cum filled my nostrils.
“Open your mouth, sissy. Clean every inch of the cock that just ruined your sister.”
My hands trembled as I reached up unwillingly. The moment my fingers touched his thick, hot cock, I felt how rigid and burning it still was. It was slippery, coated heavily with Deepa’s creamy juices. The texture was velvety yet firm, veins pulsing under my touch.
I leaned forward, my heart pounding. My lips parted. The fat head of Johnny’s cock brushed against my tongue.
The taste exploded in my mouth — salty, creamy, intensely musky. It was unmistakably the flavor of my own sister’s pussy mixed with another man’s cum. Shame burned through every cell in my body, but my own cock throbbed painfully hard again.
I closed my lips around the thick head and sucked slowly, cleaning the mixture off him. Johnny groaned in pleasure.
“That’s it… good boy. Taste how sweet your Didi’s cunt is. Suck it deeper.”
I took more of his thick shaft into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the veined length, licking off every drop of my sister’s juices. The cock was so thick it stretched my lips wide. I could feel the weight of it on my tongue, still warm from being inside Deepa.
Johnny held the back of my head gently but firmly, guiding me.
“Clean it properly, Rahul. This is the cock that made your sister moan like a whore. This is the cock that stretched her better than her husband ever could. Lick every inch.”
I sucked harder, bobbing my head slowly, taking as much as I could. The slippery mixture coated my tongue completely. I could taste Deepa so clearly — her sweet, creamy arousal mixed with Johnny’s thick semen. The humiliation was crushing, yet I couldn’t stop. My own cock leaked steadily onto the floor as I cleaned him.
Deepa lay on the bed above us, still recovering, moaning softly, completely unaware that her brother was on his knees sucking the cock that had just fucked her senseless.
Johnny watched me with dark satisfaction, occasionally glancing at Deepa’s dripping pussy.
“Look at you… on your knees cleaning the same cock that just filled your sister. Does it taste good? Tell me.”
I pulled back slightly, gasping, strings of saliva and mixed juices connecting my lips to his cock.
“It… it tastes like Didi…” I whispered shamefully.
Johnny laughed softly and pushed his cock back into my mouth.
“Good. Keep sucking. Clean it until it’s spotless. Your sister made such a mess on me.”
I obeyed, sucking and licking with increasing desperation. My tongue ran along every vein, under the head, around the balls — cleaning every trace of my sister’s pleasure from the cock that had claimed her.
The taste, the thickness, the heat, the humiliation — it all blended into something darkly addictive. I hated myself for how hard I was, for how eagerly my mouth worked on him.
Johnny groaned in pleasure, holding my head as I sucked him clean.
“That’s my good little cuck brother. You’re learning your place perfectly.”





To be continued

[Suresh@123]

After the long, intense session of humiliation and pleasure, Johnny finally pulled his thick cock out of Deepa’s thoroughly used pussy with a wet, obscene sound. A thick mixture of his cum and her juices leaked freely from her swollen, red folds, dripping down her thighs. Deepa lay there panting, her voluptuous body glistening with sweat and oil, still trembling from multiple powerful orgasms.
Johnny looked at me with a satisfied smirk.
“You can go first, little brother. Wait outside.”
I stumbled out of the room on shaky legs, my mind completely shattered, my face and mouth still coated with the taste of my sister’s pussy and ass. I waited in the living area, heart pounding, cock still half-hard from the overwhelming shame and arousal.
A few minutes later, Johnny removed Deepa’s blindfold and untied the handcuffs. The moment the blindfold came off, Deepa’s eyes fluttered open. There was a hazy, deep satisfaction in her gaze — the glazed look of a woman who had been fucked to complete exhaustion and pleasure. But right behind that satisfaction was intense shyness and burning shame. Her cheeks flushed deep red as she realized she was completely naked in front of three men, her body marked with hickeys, bite marks, and drying cum.
She couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. She quickly covered her heavy breasts with one arm and her dripping pussy with the other hand, curling into herself.
“I… I need to clean up…” she whispered, voice trembling.
She got up on shaky legs and rushed to the bathroom, trying to hide her body as much as possible. Her round ass jiggled with each hurried step, still red from being spanked and gripped. Johnny and his friends watched with lustful amusement as she disappeared inside.
Inside the bathroom, Deepa quickly freshened up. She washed her face, cleaned between her thighs, but the marks and the feeling of being used remained. She put on the tiny black panty and bra that were lying there — the same seductive lingerie she had been forced to wear earlier. The bra barely contained her full breasts, and the thong disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks, making her look even more erotic and vulnerable.
She came out, still avoiding eye contact with the three men, arms crossed over her chest.
“Anything… to wear?” she asked softly, voice filled with shame.
Johnny laughed lightly and pointed to a beautiful red saree folded on the chair.
“There. Tie it. Make yourself look like a proper housewife again.”
Deepa took the saree with trembling hands and went to the corner of the room, turning her back to them. She tied the saree with hurried, shaky movements. The fabric clung to her oiled curves, the pallu barely covering her deep cleavage. She tied it low on her hips, exposing a wide strip of her soft, marked tummy and deep navel. The golden border of the saree accentuated her wide hips and round ass. Even fully dressed, she looked ravishing — a freshly fucked, satisfied housewife trying to regain her modesty.
She still couldn’t show her face properly to the three men. Her head stayed lowered, cheeks burning with shame.
Johnny finally took her hand.
“Come. I’ll drop you home.”
He led her out to the car. Deepa sat in the back seat, trying to make herself as small as possible. The ride was silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing. Johnny occasionally glanced at her in the mirror with a possessive smile.
When they reached the street near home, Deepa got down first, walking quickly ahead so no one would see her with Johnny. She reached the house door, heart pounding.
Rahul was already inside, sitting on the sofa, pretending to look normal after everything he had witnessed and been forced to do.
Deepa entered the house, still in the red saree tied low, her body glowing with that post-sex radiance. The moment she saw her brother, intense shame flooded her. She felt like she had committed the biggest mistake of her life. Her eyes couldn’t meet his. She looked down at the floor, adjusting her pallu nervously over her deep cleavage.
“Hi Rahul… how much time have you come from college?” she asked softly, voice shaky, trying to act normal.
Rahul looked at her. Her saree was slightly disheveled, her hair messy, cheeks flushed, and there was a strange glow on her face. He knew exactly what had happened.
“Just now, Didi,” he replied, keeping his voice steady, though his mind was flooded with memories of her moans, her squirting, and the taste of her on his tongue.
Deepa nodded quickly, still avoiding his eyes.
“I… I’ll go freshen up,” she mumbled and hurried toward her room, her round ass swaying under the saree, the low-tied fabric showing a tantalizing strip of her soft waist and navel.
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, breathing heavily. The shame was overwhelming. She had been used by three men, had confessed filthy things, and now she had to face her own brother — the one she had always protected. Tears of guilt filled her eyes even as her body still tingled with the afterglow of the intense pleasure.
Rahul sat on the sofa, his own mind racing with conflicting emotions — shame, jealousy, and a dark arousal that refused to die down. He could still taste his sister on his tongue. He could still hear her loud moans admitting how much better Johnny fucked her than her husband.
The house felt heavy with unspoken secrets.
Deepa came out after some time, wearing a simple nighty, but the glow on her face and the slight limp in her walk betrayed everything. She tried to act normal, but every time she looked toward Rahul, fresh shame burned in her chest.
The tension between brother and sister was thick, electric, and dangerously erotic.