Hi, my name is Sanket. Today, I am writing the second installment of a fictional story about the incestuous relationship between a brother and sister.
Before we begin, I would like to thank my audience for appreciating the first installment. Those who have not read it, please read the first part first.
Now, continuing the story where we left it. The siblings Pratik and Himani pulled away and Himani went downstairs. Their mother was waiting for her to help clean the kitchen. As they started cleaning, their mother said –
Mother: Kal teri bua ke bhateeje ki shaadi hai. Sab logon ko bulaya hai. Subha nikalna hai. Shaam tak aayenge.(Tomorrow, there’s a relative’s wedding. They have invited us all. We have to leave in the morning, and will be back by evening.)
Himani ne jawaab diya: But Mumma, kal mera nahi jamega na. SBI PO ke liye apply kiya hai, uska test hai kal.(But Mumma, I won’t be able to make it tomorrow. I applied for SBI PO. And their test is tomorrow.)
Himani’s mother: Kal ghar pe koi nahi rahega. Kiske sath jayegi center pe? (No one will be at home. With whom will you go to the test center?)
Himani’s Aunt: Pratik ko rehne do. Uska kya kaam waha pe? Wo leke jayega Himani ko.(Let Pratik stay back. There is no need for him to be there. He can take her.)
Himani’s mother: 2 ghante ke exam ke liye saara plan change karna padega. Ab firse unpack karna padega mujhe (just for a work of 2 hours, I had to change my whole plan. Now I have to unpack again.)
The next day, everyone went to the wedding except Himani and Pratik. Pratik was overjoyed but couldn’t express it. He went with Himani to the exam center. As soon as the exam was over, he came straight to home.
The moment they stepped inside, Pratik threw all the care away, grabbed his sister by the waist, turned her, and started smooching her. Himani too smooched a bit, then pulled back.
Then she said –
Himani: Saans to lene de (At least, let me breathe).
Pratik: Mera bas chale to kuch bolne bhi na du (If it was up to me, I won’t even let you speak).
Himani: Acha? Kaise chup karega mujhe? (Really? How will you keep me quiet?)
Pratik: Chup rehne kaha kisne hai? Sirf aahen bharne lagaunga (Who said about keeping you quiet? I would make you moan.)
Himani: Pratik, hadd mein reh. Maine bola na, hum aisa kuch nahi kar sakte. (Pratik, stay within your limits. I told you we can’t do any such things.)
Pratik: Tere jaisi khoobsurat behan hai meri. Itni khoobsurat ladki ko sirf kiss karke main nahi reh sakta Himani. Mujhe bhi to release chahiye na. (I have a beautiful sister like you. And I can’t just stop kissing someone so beautiful. I too need to release.)
Himani (while changing in the bathroom): To hila le na (Then jerk off).
Pratik: Tujhse itna physical hone ke baad se release hi nahi hota.(After getting so much physical with you, I am unable to release.)
Himani: Ye real life hai. Porn ke dialogues yaha matt maar (This is real life. Don’t narrate porn).
Pratik: Toone dekha hai? (Have you seen it?)
Himani: Haa, hostel mein (Yes, in the hostel).
Pratik: Aur mujhe laga tu shareef hai (And here I thought you were an innocent child).
Then Himani came out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and half pants.
Himani: Tu jaanta nahi Himani kya cheez hai (You know nothing about Himani).
Pratik: Matlab toone sex bhi kiya hai? (Means, have you done sex also?)
Himani: Tujhe usse kya? (Why do you need to know?)
Pratik: Kiske sath? (With whom?)
Himani: No one.
Then Pratik took out his penis and started stroking.
Pratik: Bata na (Tell me na).
Himani: Oye tharki, kya kar raha hai? (Hey pervert, what are you doing?)
Pratik: Hila raha hu. Waise bhi toone mera bachpan mein dekha hi hai. Aur mere alawa bhi kisi ka dekha hai. To be comfortable (Jerking off. Anyways you have seen my tool in our childhood. And you have also seen others besides me. So be comfortable.)
Himani: Maine sirf porn mein dekha hai. First year mein hamari ragging hui thi, tab se ek-do baar maine Alfiya ke sath experiment kiya tha bus.(I have only seen it in porn. Since our ragging during the first year, I and Alfiya had experimented a few times.)
Pratik: Oh!
Himani: Tera badha kaise? (How did it grow?)
Pratik: Ab main bada hua to mere sath sath ye bhi hua (It grew with me).
Himani: Waise nahi be. Abhi. Main apni kahani bata rahi thi tab (Not like that. Just now, while I was sharing my experience.)
Pratik: Bahut se factors hai. For example, tu hath lagayegi to bhi badhega (There are various factors. Even if you touch, it will increase.)
Himani got curious and touched Pratik’s dick. Pratik shuddered and Himani pulled back. Then Pratik said –
Pratik: Kar na, acha lagta hai (Touch me, it feels good).
Himani seemed troubled, but Pratik nudged her with encouragement. At last, she touched his dick again. She felt his hard dick with her bare hand and started stroking it.
“This is a one-time thing only”, she warned Pratik. He ignored her and enjoyed the sensation of his sister stroking his dick. After a few strokes, his precum started oozing out. At this point, Pratik didn’t want Himani to stop.
Since he needed some time to get his sister to co-operate, he asked her to kiss him while giving him a handjob. Himani raised an eyebrow but did as her little brother ask. Then they begin kissing as Himani continued the handjob.
As soon as he was about to climax, he instinctively grabbed his sister’s both boobs and gave them a hard squeeze, and bit her lower lip. Himani moaned a little too loudly. As Pratik’s sperm oozed out of his penis, he kept on squeezing Himani’s boobs and kissing her.
As the joy of climax wore off, he noticed what he had been doing. Himani was looking up in ecstasy as his hands played with her boobs. He also noticed that she was not wearing any bra and that her soft and firm tits were easily accessible.
Himani too noticed this and started pulling away, but Pratik pulled her close for a kiss again. But this time, Himani was adamant. She turned away and left the room. Pratik was sure Himani wanted to go all the way, but was stopping herself. Then he sat in his room half nude wondering what should do when sleep took over him.
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