I caught my older sister Mithali Didi on a Sunday afternoon in her marital bed that she had shared with my angel Jijja. Rohit Jija was away, it was his business trip. He left early on a Monday morning and returned four days later. The trip of Jijju meant that Mithali Didi was free to live her life in any manner she chose.
Unfortunately for my Mithali Didi, my mother needed some money and she sent me to ask Mithali Didi to lend us that money. This led to me discovering her secret life which we had no idea about. As I went into her house, I saw my sister straddling Anil Bhaiya’s cock(Anil Bhaiya is Jijja’s best friend). I stared at her nakedness. Even now I can vividly recall the milkwhite petite sexy body of my sister, bouncing on Anil Bhaiya’s cock which was glistening with Didi’s cunt juices as her perfect rounded asscheeks rose and fell in a rythm. I could see her puckered asshole as she fucked Jijju’s best friend.
I still remember the look of rapture on my sister’s face. Then she saw me. Her expression said it all; she loved riding up and down on that cock. I can still picture the way Anil’s cock, as it slapped back against his belly as Mithali Didi rose to her feet.
“What Mithali, no!” Anil protested. But Mithali Didi’s naked body blocked his view and he hadn’t seen me. “Get back and ride my cock, you bitch!,” he insisted before he noticed me in the doorway. “Shit! Ashu, when did you come?” he blurted like a fool.
I still grow aroused when I picture Mithali Didi ‘s shaven cunt, wet with sweat and cockjuice. I would find so exciting when later I blackmailed her into fucking her and she and I became lovers. The shape of her legs; her breasts; her hair, loose and flowing that afternoon are still clear in my memory.
“Oh God… Ashu! What..hat you want….what are you doing here? …” “I think I should be asking the questions. What is Anil Bhaiya doing in Jijja’s bed? Why are you fucking him like a whore? And Anil Bhaiya, you used to call her “Mithali Didi” and now what is this? Is a brother like you in bed with sister?” I asked and my voice was trembling. Mithali Didi put one hand across her breasts and Anil Bhaiya picked his pants and rushed out without a word.
“Forgive me Ashu! I love Anil. Your Jijju is always away, leaving me hungry for love. I know your jiju is a womaniser. Then why should I not live my own life? After all I am a young woman who has her needs”
Then suddenly I went close to her and placed my hand on her shoulders and pulled her to my body. I kissed her lips and ran my hands all over her naked back and buttocks. She kissed me back on my lips and clung to me.” Didi, it is not love but lust! What you need is a good hard cock in your choot. Anil is a bastard who will tell everyone that her has fucked you and Jijju will divorce you the day he finds out. There is another cock you can have without putting your married life into danger. You can feel that cock touching your pussy right now.” Mithali Didi went on kising me.”Yes Ashu. I have thought about making you my lover but our relationship told me not to think in a sexual way about my brother. But now I know different. I see you as a man and not as my brother. Will you be my lover Ashu Bhaiya?”
I knew from then onwards, my life was going to change forever. Now let me tell you I am Ashu Khanna, aged 19 years, selling computers. I am 5 feet 11 inches tall, fair, well built man with curly black hair. I have a thick 8 inch cock which I have used by fucking my girlfriends. My mother Radha Devi is 43 years old and my father died in an accident to years ago. Mithali Didi is older to me by three years and is married to Rohit Arora who sells motor parts and is sales manager in a big company. Mithali Didi is a sex bomb. She is 5 feet 3 inches tall, nice boobs and a round ass. She loves fucking. Here was my sister naked before me whom I had caught fucking her husband’s friend. My own sister was offering to be my lover!!! She was real hot as she was hugging me and then her hand caught my cock.
Her grey black eyes told me my sister was a hot whore for my cock. I tried to forget that she was my sister. I kissed her lips and cupped her breasts.Soon she was begging me to take her, to fuck her on her husband’s bed. She undressed me and my cock was bursting with lust. I kissed every inch of her body and she was writhing and groaning beneath me.” Fuck me Ashu! I cant wait…My cunt is burning….fill it with your cock Ashu! Your horny Mithali Didi is yours to fuck now! Put that fat cock in your sister’s choot…Yes I love calling it my choot(cunt0…My choot is waiting for my Bhaiya’s lund(cock)….Chod mere Bhai!(fuck me brother)”
I jabbed into her cunt with my cock. Naked dance of depravity had started into which we continued to sink deeper and deeper. As we continued fucking like rabbits and she was moaning and groaning for me to fuck her harder and deeper. When we came, it was a volcano of cum. She was humping her ass up to meet my cock thrusts and I was sweating like a pig as I came in her choot.
That was just the beginning. I continued my affair with my sister for two years in which she became pregnant with my child. She bore a beautiful daughter whom we named Ashi. Ashi looked exactly like me and this resemblence made Rohit jiju to suspect our incestuous relations. I moved away from my relation with my sister and got married to Meena, a gorgeous doll. But Mithali Didi was always on my mind. I would fuck my wife but in my mind would be my darling Didi. I could never be separated from Mithali Didi. My life with Meena became tense. Mithali Didi’s relations with Rohit jijju too broke up when he caught me fucking her in my own bed. Rohit divorced her.
My life became all the more difficult as Mithali Didi came to live with us. Once, while I was fucking my wife, I blurted out absent mindedly,” Didi, you are the best fuck of my life.” My eyes were closed at that time and my wife was shocked at my words.” So you are a sisterfucker! I could smell your lust for your sister, you bastard! You are worse than a beast, Ashu!!” That was the start of my break up. Mithali Didi did her best to avoid my divorce and took up a job and began living in a distanttown. She took Ashi with her. But Meena still wanted me to divorce and we ended up divorced.
I couldn’t get the picture of my sister out of my mind. I was sexually aroused all the time when my Mithali Didi was away from me. Deep in my mind, I desired my Mithali Didi. I told my mother that I was going out of town to start a new business and next thing I remember was knocking at my Mithali Didi’s door. It was dark when I reached her house. I knocked again, firmly this time. Eventually my sister opened the door. “Ashu, my brother? I can’t believe my eyes, darling! I heard about you and Meena. I am so sorry for you! Come in Bhaiya, please come in.” she hugged me. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages brother. I…miss you” I heard her voice break. My heart broke seeing her in tears.
“I have come to you Didi, to be your lover. We wont tell the world that we are sister and brother. Tell them that I am your husband who has come back to you. Didi, we love each other and nothing else matters. I am going to be your husband, father of our Ashi. I will love you and fuck you like my wife.” I kissed her on lips and said,” Be my wife Didi! Be Mrs Ashu Khanna” The effect of my words was immediate. I saw her face brighten. Her shoulders lifted, and there was a smile on her face. “Thank you, Mr Khanna, I would be happiest woman to be your wife..my Bhaiya’s wife!!!!” she murmured
“The rights and wrongs don’t matter, Mithali Didi. What maters is that Ashi gets her father and my sister gets her husband who makes love to her like a hot wife who needs hot fuck…” I was saying and feeling a little awkward.
” Take me Ashu, my brother! Take me as your wife. Our daugher Ashi is asleep. You make love to me as we have never done. Treat me like you treat a wife and not a sister!” I carried her in my arms and laid her on the bed. Clothes flew away in no time. I was kissing her nipples and running my hands over her naked body. I was reckless and wanted to fuck her madly.
I knelt between my sister’s thighs and smelt. I could smell her scent, the scent of Mithali Didi that invoked so many memories. My cock stiffened quickly. “Ashu, my brother, kiss me there, kiss your sister’s choot…this sister choot is dying to envelope your lund….Dont you love being a sisterfucker?” She croaked.
“God you’re as beautiful as ever didi, I love your mound, your choot, I love to be a sisterfucker, for you~!” I whispered then. “And I love you.”
“Kiss me, Ashu, my brother, my lover…my husband..kiss my choot,” she cried. “Show me how much you love me. Kiss me and then…fuck me!!!”
I was pushing my mouth to her wet cunt. Each of us groaning and whispering words of love as I kissed my sister’s cunt hungrily. Mithali Didi growled eager to have my tongue in her sister pussy.
Mithali Didi was panting in the frenzy of lust. “I want to suck your lund too…Brother give me your banana…give your hungry sister your banana to eat Ashu!!” She sighed when my erection sprang eagerly before her trembling lips. “Oh, God, its so lovely!!! I want it brother!” she groaned, staring at the stiffness. “You’re hard already. So long and hard… Fuck me…Fuck your sister/wife!!. Do it now.”
We did not spend long in foreplay other than that brief, hot kiss on my cock. I bent over my naked Didi. I savoured the sight of my glorious sister. I groaned, my eyes roving over every part of her. Her lipstick was smudged after our incestuous kiss. “Mithali Didi what do you want? Do you want my lund in your choot?,” I asked just to make her shameless as before as I stroked my cock.
“Don’t…. sisterfucker!!,” she panted, her eyes bright with desire. “Come and stick it into my choot. Quickly, I want your lund inside my choot. I want to feel your lund moving inside my hot choot!”
I fell onto the bed next to Mithali Didi. “On top of me,” I growled. “You ride me. I want to suck your tits while you fuck me with your loving choot, Didi!”
Mithali Didi climbed across my lap and straddled me. She reached down to hold my cock upright. Her breasts looked delicious to me as ever.
“Beautiful,” I sighed. “Oh, Didi… You’re so beautiful. So sexy!”
“You’re beautiful too, my brother” Mithali Didi moaned. “I’m so glad you came back to your sister. Now, fuck me…fuck your sister, Ashu, behnchod(sisterfucker)!!” Mithali Didi rubbed the head of my cock against her choot. “Now, let me slide down over your lund Bhaiya…” She gasped as the bulb penetrated her twat. “That’s lovely, bhaiya,” she murmured and pressed her face against my shoulder.
I sighed in response as I experienced that hot grip of her body as she took more and more of my cock. She was wet, obviously aroused with the anticipation long before we’d fucked. I could plainly hear the sound of my cock going into her choot.
“Yes, Ashu, my baby brother,” she moaned. “Fill me with it. It feels nice and brotherly as you fuck your dirty sister.” I couldn’t reply since I had two generous breasts and was sucking her nipples. Mithali Didi lifted her jugs and forced them against my face. I continued using my hands to clasp her lovely buttocks, helping her up and down on my cock. “Suck my tits behnchod Ashu,” she panted. “Yes, that’s good, suck them. Suck hard on your Didi’s tits, Ashu!!!.”
Mithali Didi mashed her breasts into my face as she used my cock in her wild cunt. I could feel the urgency of my climax rising.
Just as I was about to cum, my sister must have sensed my coming orgasm. She barked, “From behind, brother…Like a bitch….I want you to fuck me like a bitch!!!” she ordered and got off my cock. “Come on, behnchod, I want you to fuck me from behind…. fuck your sister/wife like a bitch!!!” she barked and wiggled her ass in invitation. “Grab my hips and put your lund back in my choot. Give your sister a really good fuck.”
“You’re bad, Didi!!! You are a bad horny whore, Mithali Didi…But your behnchod Bhai loves you…I love your ass…your choot…Ohhh God, I cant wait to get my cock in your cunt!” I grinned, and moved quickly to obey my darling sister.
“That’s the way,” Mithali Didi sighed as I sank my cock deep again. Her breasts swung heavily. “Cup my tits and fuck me, brother.” She was as filthy as I had planned to make her. I loved to hear my sister talk dity.
Mithali Didi groaned and moaned as we fucked. We weren’t making love, we were fucking. I was fucking her without mercy. Perhaps I was punishing her…for having fucked Anil bhaiya. That had given me chance to fuck her, but I was punishing her all the same.
But she loved my brutal fucking. The harder I rammed into her; the tighter my grip on her hips and breasts; the closer she was coming to her climax. That moment wasn’t long in the coming.
“You bastard,” Mithali Didi moaned “You’re going to make me come. Your lovely cock is going to make me come…” Her hair hung loose, and she began a low moan that showed her coming orgasm. All I could do was hold Mithali Didi ‘s waist and slam my cock into her cunt with vigorous strokes; an act that brought a loud wail of delight from my newfound wife.
“Do it, squeeze my lund with your choot!! fuck me sister…milk my cock!” I grunted. “Do it, you bitch,” my voice was a groan.
Mithali Didi shouted back at me. “I’m..cumming….Ashu……I am cumming. It’s so big… Oh fuck…”
She was trembling and I was forced to hold her with my arms tight around her waist. In that position, my cock buried deep inside her, I let go and my cock errupted violently in her cunt.
I can only dimly recollect my sister’s sighs as our climax subsided.
“Dear Didi, it was great…you are the best….no one can be like my Mithali Didi ,” I muttered, finally releasing her body.
“You really seemed to have missed me. I have missed you too brother. Will you fuck me like this forever?”
I grinned. “I missed you,” I muttered ” But from now on you are my wife. My cock needs only my Mithali Didi’s choot” She smiled and placed her one hand between her thighs making me feel the flow of my seed.
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