Marrying My Ajay Bhaiya

Hi this is Huma, with the next part of With Loving Bhaiya Ajay. Hope you will like the 2nd part too as much you loved the first.  I had enjoyed my incestuous fuck with my little brother Ajay by the side of the dead body of my husband Ashok. The way my little bastard of a brother had fucked my cunt, I was spent and exhausted, as I lay cuddled in his embrace, naked as the day I was born. Ajay was the first to wake up.

He shook me. I opened my eyes and saw my brother naked, his body pressed against mine, his young cock poking into my pussy,”Didi, lets fuck one more time before people begin coming for cremation of your husband.”  I did not want to take any chances. So I stopped him,” Bhai, no one knows you here and no one must know about our incestuous relationship. I don’t want people to make wrong guesses. You just stay out of here and go back to your house.

I will contact you. Listen to me. I will send you money to start your own business away from here. I will come to you and not you to me. Once I have transferred enough money to you, I will come to you and we will get married, Ok? But till then our relationship must remain unknown to the world. He liked my plan and left. After the cremation of my husband, I went to the bank and began transferring money to my brother.

He opened the garments business and was doing well. At the same time I sold my husband’s business and informed the people around me that I was too depressed by the death of my husband and was going to move to Bangalore soon.

I transferred everything and in six months time, was with my Ajay bhaiya. He came to receive me at the airport. He was pleased to have his sister back. I had dressed for this moment. I wore a black jeans, red cotton T shirt, no bra and no panties. My tits bobbed up and down when I walked.. He looked at me, admiring my body, and my hair, which I had got cut like a boy’s and he looked hungrily at my breasts which swelled and my nipples poked sexily under t shirt.

He hugged me and everyone thought we were long lost lovers. I kissed him and he returned my kiss,’ Didi, we are marrying today in the temple. My friends are all there. I have told them you are my school time girlfriend. You are going to be my wife by tonight. Do you accept me as your husband? I have wedding dress, your Mangalsutra and everything else ready for my wife. My wife Malti is welcome to Bangalore,” he said as he cupped my breasts warmly in his hands and I was wet in my cunt.

“I am so fortunate Ajay, to find the love of my life. Just think, today will be our suhaagraat. You have fucked your sister, but today you will fuck your wife. Ohhh Bhaiya, you are the sindoor of my maang. I can’t believe it!” I said.We spent the day in a dream-like atmosphere. I sat beside him in the car touching him everywhere. I was nestled under his arm. We were feeling comfortable with each other.

Our wedding was a simple affair. His friends congratulated us. Ajay had arranged a little reception the next day. He wanted our suhagrat as early as possible. Left alone we moved to his flat. I kissed him and he carried his bride home.

“Did you ever fantasize about me as your wife, dressed like this like a Dulhan? ” I asked, looking at him. “Yes meri behna, maine hamesha tujhe apni dulhan ke roop mein dekha hai. You have been my wife since my cock was tiny little,” he answered.

I kissed him quickly on the chin.”Incestuous wife, you mean. You thought your sister to be your wife which is unusual but true. I am your dulhan but sister too” she corrected.”No, you are just my wife, my goddess,” Ajay said. Ajay left me on my bridal bed, decorated with flowers saying, I was getting horny waiting for my husband to come and give me a fuck on my suhagraat. I shifted my body restlessly on the bed when Ajay returned.

I got up and met my husband by touching his feet. Ajay held me by my shoulders and lifted me up and held me in his arms. He put some sindoor in the aprting of my hair and a mangalsutra around my neck. He had made me his wedded wife.” Malti, ab tu meri patni ho. Main tera mard hoon. Behan ki choot ab patni ki choot ban chuki hai, I am going to enjoy my wife fully. Darling, I want you to be fully mine, every inch of your body to be mine.” He began to undress me and I loved his hands roaming over my naked flesh.

“My only regret is that you had to marry that bastard Ashok,” Ajay said. “Every night you had to fuck that bastard. I was lying in bed every night with your dreams alone while he fucked you, I was always thinking about you and…ohhh……at last that bastard is dead”

“I mastubated every night seeing my sister naked in my imagination, imagining I was fucking you dear. Uss haramzade ki maut se mujeh apni patni mil gayi hai. Ab mujhe apni Malti ko chodne se koi nahin rok sakta”

“Bhaiya, apne ghar mein tum mujhe didi keh kar pukar sakte ho. Tumko abhi kuchh wakt lage ga mujhe apni biwi kehne mein. Main teri patni tabhi banun gi jab tum meri chudayi jamkar karoge” I said and he laughed,” Didi tera matlab hai ki jab mein tujhe chod chod kar apne bache ki maa na bana loon, jab tak mera lund teri choot mein hi nahin balki teri gaand ko bhi apna ghar na bana le.

Meri pyari behna, har mard ka sapna hota hai apni patni ki gaand ko chodna. Tum mera sapna kab sach karogi? Tere chutad dekh kar mera lund bahut kada ho raha hai, Rani””Why do you have to seek my permission if you love me so much, bhaiya? If you love me so much, why not fuck me anytime anywhere, Swami? Aaap mere malik hain bhaiya” I said touching my brother’s cock in my hand. It stood up proudly and I felt its throbbing hardness waiting to enter my body.

Ajay was close against my almost naked body. I felt his hot breath on my neck. He cupped my tits and pinched my nipples” Ohhh behnchod, Malti, main ek behnchod hi hoon jisssne na kewal apni behn ko choda hai, balki ussko apni patni bhi banaya hai, He bhagwan mujhe maaf kar dena iss behnchod ko. Malti main tere bina reh bhi nahin sakta aur paap ki bhavna mujhe chhodti bhi Nahin hai.

Maliti meri pyari behna, mera lund teri choot ka ashique hai. Mera man ek asmanjas Mein fas chuka hai”.First, Bhaiya, ypou must think that I am your wife and not you sister anymore. Look at me as your wife, apni patrni samjho mujhe behn nahin. Mujhe apni randi samjho agar samajh sakte ho. Look at me like a whore. See if your cock does not stand up, then we can go back and be brother and sister. To make your cock erect is my job. That’s my job” I explained to my brother as I knew he suffered from teh guilt of incest.

Ajay stared at my nakedness and felt a growing lust for his little sister turned wife. I bent down to bestow a kiss on his cock. Hi cock slipped into my lips. His pre cum was there as my tongue licked its saltiness. I cupped his balls covered with a thick bush of black hairs. He ran his hands in my hair and pressed my face to his cock. I was lying on top of my brother.

I was giving him the best blow job and soon he was cumming in my mouth and on my face and on titties, and telling me that he loved me. I smiled at him. He looked so cute. I said” Bhaiya, apni suhagraat par koi pati apna ras kia apni npatni ke muh mein chhodta hai? Tum ne to meri chuchi aur chehre ko bhi bhigo diya hai apne lund ke ras se.

Ab batayo ki main tujhe teri patni dikhti hoon ya nahin?” Jab main bol rahi thee to mere honthon se bhaiya ka ras tapak raha tha,” Bhaiya aapka amrit mere liya zindagi hai, bhaiya. Aapke lund se main apni kokh mein jeewan ki shuruyat karna chahti hoo. Issi ras ko meri kokh mein dal kar mujhe apne bache ki maa bana do bhaiya. Yahi to har aurat ka sapna hota hai mere swami!”

“Pehle mujeh apni pyari Malti ke saath vo hi karna ho ga jo ussne mere saath kia hai. Mujhe apni choot ka meetha ras pee lene do, Malti.” saying this he spread my legs and stuck his mouth into my choot,” Ahhhhhhh, swami. ye kia kar raeh ho…..meri choot mein aag laga rahe ho, mere malik…..aapki sewa karna mera dharam hai, lekin aap ye sab kion kar rahe ho, malik. Main to aapki daasi hoon, mere malik,”

But his tongue was really taking me on a trip to heaven. He sucked my choot as if there was no tomorrow. He held my thighs apart and licked the pink lips of my choot. I pressed my thighs on his ears as his tongue slipped into my choot,” Ajay, mere swami, essa to mere harami pati Ashok ne kabhi nahin kia tha.

Mujhe teri zuban vo anand de rahi hai jo maine kabhi nahin dekha, mere swami, chat lo meri chut ko, pee jayo apni behan ki choot ka namkeen ras, chod dalo mujhe apni jeebh se, hai bhaiya bahut maza aa raha hai” I felt my cunt leak juices into the warm moutj of my brother who was lapping my cunt like a dog and I was humping on his mouth like a bitch in heat. I fucked his face like a crazed woman and cummed and cummed, wetting his lips, tongue and my juices flowed down his mouth which he lap with his tongue.

Ajay moved away from me, but still looking sexily. I told him “Bhaiya it was unbelievable, you realy know how to eat a woman. Ab chusa chusayi ho chuki hai ab chudayi ki bari hai. Mera bhai kiss kism ki chudayi pasand karega apni shuagraat ko. Main chahti hoon ki mera bhai, mere jism ka pura malik ban jaye. Mujhe pura apna bana le.” I was lying on my stomach at that time and my brother began to fondle my ass cheeks.

I breathed heavily as passion rose within my body. Bhaiya began to kiss the back of my neck and kept bringing his kisses lower on my back. His lips were wet and they left wet trails on my back, sending tingling in my body.” Bhaiya, meri choot fir se garma gayi hai, ab ye teri zuban nahin lund mangti hai. Apna lund dal kar issko shaant kar do bhaiya.”

But he seemed not to have heard me. He continued to kiss my back till his lips were kissing my asscheeks. Then his tongue moved between my asscheeks and I trembled with passion. No one had ever touched me there, leave alone kissing my ass crack” Ahhhhh Bhaiya, ye kia kar rahe ho….ye theek nahin hai…..meri gaand,….nahin bhaiya….nahin…gaand gandi cheez hai….mat chato mere chutad……chhod do mujeh bhaiya…chudayi bas choot ki theek hai…meri gaand mat chato…bhaiya….”

But his erect tongue had now entered into my puckered asshole. My dear brother had parted my ass cheeks and pushed his tongue into my ass. I loved the sensation. He ate my ass flesh and kissed my ass. I relaxed my asshole for my brother’s tongue to intrude into the forbidden hole . My hand touched my clit. Ajay slapped my ass lovingly and whispered into my ears,” Malti, choot to teri Ashok bhi chod chuka hai. Tera bhai aaj teri vo seal todne wala hai jo aaj tak salamat hai. Mera lund aaj teri gaand ki seal tode ga.

Ek ayrat apna pura samarpan tabhi karti hai jab vo mard ko apni gaand chodne deti hai…Malti, tijhe dard to hoga lekin apni gaand ko dheela chhod do aur gaand marwane ka maza loot lo. Essa karo tum ab apne haath aur ghutno ke bal khadi ho jayo. Fir dekhna tera bhaiya kaisa maza deta hai tujhe. Chal meri behna ab ghodi ban jayo ta ki tera bhai apni rani ghodi ki sawari kar sakey.” I did not know what to say nut I obeyed my Master without speaking and bent before my brother, my as high in the air. I was going to lose my anal cherry to my brother/husband.

Ajay took some cold cream and applied a lot of it on my ass. This lubrication was going to save me a lot of pain. Then he applied some of it on his cock. I felt him press his cockhead on my asshole,” Mere raja, dheere se pelna, bahut nazuk hai meri gaand…..mere behnchod pati Ashok ne bahut koshish ki thi meri gaand marne ki lekin maine ussko essa nahin karne diya….Bhaiya, teri behan tujhe apni gaand saump rahi hai…..dhyan se chodna…mujhe dard hoga”

My brother pushed his fat cock head into my ass which slipped into my ass causing me lots of pain and I cried”….Dheere bhaiya…..aap ka lund bahut mota hai….aapka supada aur bhi mota hai…hai mar gayeeee…..please dheere bhaiya..” But he pushed more of his shaft into my ass making me wtiggle with pain. Cold cream had lubricated my asshole and entry of his cock was taking place. I relaxed my ass muscels and made entry a little easier.

Ajay pushed more cock into my ass. He was holding me by my waist and was rubbing his hands on my ass. His one hand rubbed my clit making me moan sexily. In less than 5 minutes, my bhaiya’s cock was buried completely into my ass. Pain had become less by now. He was thrusting his cock into me slowly and I was getting used to ass fucking. Then he cupped my boobs and began to fuck in a rhythm”

Malti…..meri behan….teri gaand to aur bhi tight hai…mera lund kasa hua hai teri gaand mein…..oh bhagwan mera lund nichod rahi hai meri behan ki gaand…..kitni pyari hai meri behna….kitni sexy ho tum….mujhe bahut pyar hai tujh se Malti…” I was enjoying his cock in my ass too.

My ass was opening to his cock and I loved it. I began to finger fuck my cunt. My fingers could feel the presence on the other side of the thin flesh in my ass,” Ohhh bhaiya, main bahut utejit hoon, meri choot jhad rahi ahi…mera ras tapak raha hai….chodo bhaiya…chodo meri gaand ko…bhaiya teri behan chud gayi….meri gaand ki seal aapne tod dali hai…pelo bhaiya meri gaand pelo,” I was blurting out what came to my mind.

My brother fucked my ass like a man who was possessed by some evil spirits and I was thrusting back my ass on his fucking cock,” Malti main bhi jhad raha hoon….meri rani….bahut mazedar hai teri gaand…aaj meri behan meri ban gayi hai…rani main jhad raha hoon,” My brother was panting heavily as he poured his jism into my bowels.” Yessss bhaiya, fuck my ass fuck meeee…I am yours bhaiya….make me yours….” We collapsed on the bed.