Hi everyone, after a yearlong of silence, I hereby reveal our secret – my own elder sister and I are having consensual sex for over a year now. It is such a relieving experience to share my dirty secret with you all.
I have mixed feelings about my relationship with my sister sometimes it haunts me as being immoral whereas sometimes it gives me immense sexual pleasure which is incomparable it words, perhaps the thrill of breaking the social norms by ‘doing’ the ‘undoable’ and even at the thought of very fact that she is my “own sister” whom I fuck.
After browsing so much about consensual incest in the Internet, I got encouraged to share my secret. ISS is one of my favourite sites, however, I think most of the stories are fictitious but I am interested in real stories. I even like to talk/meet incestuous couples especially own brother-sister couples and would like to role-play as a big small brother to an interested incest-loving sister.
I wonder if I can be friends with bunch of sisters to vent our taboo desires. I shall try to put down exactly as it happened – collecting from my diary and from my memory. I am sorry for my way of writing as it might not exactly portray the real event, nevertheless I will do my best. Also, my story is quite long as this story is primarily for the relief of my suppression rather than a story written bearing in mind the reader. Here is the story.
We are four people in our family – father, mother, myself Amrit 25 years, 5 feet 7 inches, whitish black complexion, average body) and my sister Amisha 30 years, 5 feet 2 inches, fair complexion, slim body with breasts slightly bigger (38-24-34) in proportion to her body structure) [these are not our real names of course.
We are a middle class family from Nepal city not to reveal), father and mother both working as government employees; father being posted since last 15 years in far district some 600 kilo meters from our city. Father would come and visit us at least once every two months before I start my story.
I would like to confess that I feel quite relieved to have persuaded my sister in having sex with me. It was a very difficult task for me, and had I not been able to persuade my sister into sex, I think I would have cursed myself for having a ‘sick’ mentality and would have felt secluded from my family and the society and don’t know how would I have coped up with it.
Now to the story again and I and Amisha di have been very close since our childhood as we were raised together and studied together in our school days. We had a two-and-half story building, ground floor being given on rent to a middle aged couple for grocery shop and we lived on the first floor consisting of one drawing room, three bed rooms
One kitchen and one bathroom second floor consisted of one small room, which was used as a storeroom. Amisha di and I used to sleep in one room in single bed till I was 12 and she 18 years of age, after which we were given separate rooms. She was a bright student in school days and used to give me lessons even late night in our rooms till.
I completed high school as with other brothers sisters in other families, we at times quarrelled on petty things, threw each other’s stuffs around, cracked jokes, pranked, sometimes sobbed together on misfortunes, celebrated successes, empathized each other and consoled when our parents scolded a normal brother sister relationship.
I learned about masturbation from my friends and elder boys in school when I was about 18 years old studying in grade 8. My first experience of sex or so called puppy sex. I had so called sex and I did have erection! Ha ha with a neighbouring girl of my age while playing ‘hide and seek’ game.
We did it occasionally with our clothes on whenever we played the game – for some 4-5 months. Then she migrated far away to some other place with her parents thereafter never to be met again in grades 8, 9 and 10.
I learned a lot about sex but did not have any opportunity to actually have sex; except for sometimes in public vehicles touching breasts of girls and women with my elbow or arms in an ‘un-intentional’ manner. I used to go to local cyber cafes to watch porn sites. Also, in an old laptop gifted to one of my friends by his uncle
We boys used to watch porn movies and site in grade 9 and during our summer vacation for 15 days, my friend handed me the laptop and some porn CDs to enjoy during the vacation while he went to visit his relatives in distant city and during the day time.
I would be all alone my mother would be in office, my father in another city for job as mentioned earlier in the beginning and my sister Amisha who was 20 years then would be in college studying Bachelor’s degree. I watched all the CDs during my vacation and masturbated everyday sometimes up to thrice a day.
I kept the laptop and CDs very safe in my tin trunk locked out of sight of everyone as with everyone during the age and I had all kinds of fantasies while masturbating neighbouring aunt, our English teacher at school, the grocery shop owner next door, film actresses, etc.
One of the CDs was titled ‘Taboo’. To my surprise and shock this classic porn movie starring Kirdy Stevens was about mother-son and brother-sister sex. I felt it so disturbing yet thrilling as it was the first ever porn movie on incest and I had ever watched.
I still have it with myself and didn’t return it to my friend! Later, I even found other parts of the classic movie and I now have collection of three parts after watching the movie and I got so turned on and irresistible and I masturbated for the first time fantasizing
My own sister Amisha while masturbating glimpses of past incidents moved through my memory seeing Amisha di totally drenched in water because of heavy rain standing at the door when I opened it to let her in and her protruding nipples wet and sticking against the t-shirt she was wearing.
This happened one month ago and views of her bare cleavage visible on many occasions – while washing clothes, while giving me lessons to me lying on bed, while watching TV, and on a number of other occasions; softness of her thigh my face/head felt when I slept on sofa with my head resting on her lap while watching tv at night in our drawing room.
I accidently touching her breast on two occasions – once when there was no electricity in home and in darkness I collided with her accidently touching her right breast with my right fist and the second time accidently touching her both breasts with my hands when trying to get back my new pen which.
I thought was lost but she had stolen from her which she wouldn’t give and hold it tight in her fist against her breasts; the sight of her bras and panties hanging in bathroom/atelier for drying; and more vividly the day when we were walking amidst a festival crowd
She was holding my right arm with her left hand pressing her left breast against my arm this happened some two months ago after ejaculation I felt so embarrassed and guilty that I thought I would never repeat it again. Although, I masturbated fantasizing my sister, I did not have any such feelings towards my mother.
I simply did not have that feeling for my mother for no reason after the first masturbation fantasizing my sister, it took me almost two months for the second masturbation fantasizing her again. I had mixed feelings during these times – sometimes feeling extremely guilty of what I did and what I have been thinking and sometimes feeling nothing.
I would be extremely overpowered by the sexual attraction towards her. Going through pluses and minuses, I eventually masturbated fantasizing her for the second time after about two months of the first masturbation. Thereafter and I frequently masturbated fantasizing Amisha di, convincing myself that it is normal just to fantasize as long.
I do not have actual sexual relation with my sister. Feeling of guilt and regret mostly arose right after ejaculation but as time passed by I began gradually enjoying it without any shame or guilt. Moreover, masturbating fantasizing Amisha di gave me the most intense orgasm compared to other fantasies.
My best time pass would be to browse websites that have stories, information, photographs, video clips on incest, especially on brother-sister incest (and that was how I got introduced to indiansexstories.net. I got encouraged, as I knew I was not the only person with such fantasies.
I learned about Barbara Gonyo a mother who confessed publicly that she tried to persuade her long separated son to have sex with her but without success. She even coined the word ‘genetic sexual attraction’ for the sexual attraction between blood relatives) and popular Brother-Sister consensual incest in Germany and many others.
Passing through mixed feelings, till I was 18 years old and Amisha di 23 years), without anybody’s knowledge I would sniff her used/unused bras and panties lying hanging in bathroom or in her bed. I would steal chances to have ‘unintentional’ contact with her body parts such as thighs, bums
And breasts whenever possible for instance slightly touching her breasts with my arms/elbow while watching a rally/parade going on in the street from our home window and she would keep quiet and still, and act as if nothing was happening in fact she felt it and secretly enjoyed it, which she told me later while I drove motorbike with her seated behind.
I would keep talking to her so that she would have to bend forward to listen and press her breasts against my back; while walking together in crowd and during night without electricity, once in a while ‘without intention’ like manner and I would run my hands by the thighs and bum
Try to find some pretext to quarrel with her so that I can snatch things from her or let her snatch things from me which would give me opportunity for touching her body parts; and I would smell her sweat and perfume when she would be near around and so on.
But above all, I would say to myself that this is the limit and I am in no way going to have real sex with her and besides, she does not feel the way I feel about her and this is a total taboo thing to avoid.
Sometimes my sexual attraction towards her would die for weeks, sometimes even for months, and during these times I would remember those past days when I got sexually aroused towards her and wonder why the hell I got sexually attracted towards my own sister but strangely, after few days.
I would again be overpowered by my forbidden libido even the slightest smell of her arm pits partially visible bra through semi-transparent t-shirt she would be wearing and many other similar sights would pump gush of blood to my heart and my penis making it incomparably stiff.
I couldn’t help but to masturbate alone imagining and muttering our fantasy dialogues in our native language such as I saying didi let me drink your milk please just once and then she replying don’t do it shhhhh don’t do it hssss and I then imagine inserting all my fingers inside her bra to bring one of her nipples out from her bra and I say Didi see, your nipples are so erect you see?
Then she would nod her head and say Babu she calls me babu please drink my milk please don’t tell anyone babu please suck it. I imagine that I put out my six inches long penis out of my trouser and I say to her Didi please hold my dick with your hand. She would be closing her eyes kneeling down on floor. I would then hold her hand with mine to direct it to my stiff penis. She then takes deep breathes and shakes my penis up and down.
I tell her Didi please put my dick in your mouth mmmm and drink my dick just like a lollipop please. She then reluctantly but overpowered by sexual desire would suck it closing her eyes head moving back and forth and I would ejaculate in ecstasy the best orgasm.
I would ever have such was how I used to masturbate fantasizing her. I have day-dreamed and woven in my head many of series of fantasy events that would lead us into having sex such as and we are travelling in a public bus to meet our maternal relatives living some 100 kilometres far away
We are seated at the last seat of the bus and one by one passengers drop out from the bus leaving just two of us and few passengers in the front seats of the bus and the bus breakdowns and they fix the bus only in the evening at around 7 pm.
We again get into our seats and the bus resumes speed and the lights/electricity goes off in the bus and in the surrounding streets/homes in the darkness, at the last seat of the bus I place her hand on top of my crotch over the clothes and she assumes nothing has happened.
I place my hand on her breasts over the clothes and gently massage and she acts as if she is asleep other fantasies are and now that we are frequently having sex with condoms on, to get rid of having to wear condom every time we have sex.
I persuade her to get vaccinated which would allow us have sex without condom for six months without getting her pregnant and we would go to a very far clinic from our home where nobody knows us and I introduce her as my wife to the nurse there she gets vaccinated other fantasy is the world gets doomed as a result of violent war and there is very little population in the world.
I and my sister get stranded in a far away hill with nobody around we have been living as brother sister but we come to realize that there should be more human offspring in order for the world to go ahead with human civilization and besides we also need children to look after us when we grow old.
I fuck Amisha di on the pretense of having children for the human race survival and proliferation. I have fantasized having sex with Amisha di in a number of places in our home on different pretext and situations in store-room in bathroom, in toilet, in her bed, in my bed, on the plain ground, on ground over straw mattress, over the carpet, over dining table in our kitchen, in our drawing room over the carpet watching TV, in mum and dad’s room and many other places when nobody used to be around
She used to ask me many things about my school, college, friends and girl friends. She used to tell me as compliment that since I do not have any kind of physical deformity and look ok and well and nice there should be many girls interested in me or I should have been interested in some of them.
I would shyly say no and ask her if she has or had boyfriends, to which she would always say ‘no’ straightaway as a matter of fact, for me, my sister was an average looking girl. There had been issues of bluff calls in our landline telephone asking to speak with her, and some guys in college proposing her.
She told me that she got three proposals from her college friends, which she rejected. Although, she was average looking girl, for me, her slightly bigger breasts in proportion to her slim figure and her watery eyes (like mine) always hinted me that she had deep sensual desires which she had been suppressing deep down waiting someday to explode.
Her slightly big boobs always make me think that she masturbates a lot and while masturbating she would need her breasts vigorously with her hands and would suck herself both the nipples very hard moaning while playing her pussy and all this should have overgrown her breasts.
She did have some boys as plain friends who would sometimes come to our home for studies but she was not in a relationship. I, on the other hand when I was 18 years old, had temporarily dated a friend of mine in school for about six months limiting to smooch and caressing breasts above the clothes.
Our attraction later faded away and the relationship ended without anything further. I didn’t tell about this to my sister and haven’t yet) something shocking happened when i was around 20 years old (and she was around 25 years. She had then just completed her master’s degree and started a job in a private company, and she even bought a laptop.
I just completed my higher secondary school level and was waiting for my results. Amisha di had been a simple social and cultured girl, yet very much aware of contemporary western world. She would occasionally go to discos and parties with her close female friends and be back home at the most by 9 pm.
She would dress perfectly well with tight jeans and t-shirt as well as saree or kurta sulwar. She would do all the household chores such as cleaning, cooking, and on the other hand, would also manage her office hours. During this time, on a summer day I was alone in home watching TV lying lazily on the sofa.
I felt an urge to masturbate and so got up and locked up the main gate and quietly went to Amisha di’s room to find her undergarments, sniff and quietly masturbate. I found a recently washed pink panty in her wardrobe which was open, and found a cream colored panty tossed to wash later underneath her bed in the corner which was slightly dirty with spots of dried liquid
And two strands of curly pubic hair as usual and I lick it, smelled it, inserted in my mouth tasting its sour flavor like a nymph and muttered Please Amisha di let me fuck you do you like it Amisha di please in my native language while playing dick with my hand. After finishing the act, I put the things where they were earlier as
I was about to return, something grabbed my attention. Although Amisha di’s wardrobe was always open, there was a small box in the wardrobe (affixed inside it), which would always be padlocked with a rusty lock. The content of this one and half square feet box had always been a mystery for me.
A wild idea came to me. I remembered we had a big bunch of unused old keys just lying in our storeroom. I brought it and tried one by one to unlock the padlock of the box, and bingo one key worked! I looked inside the box while my heart was throbbing. There I found, to my greatest surprise a packet of Marlboro cigarette three sticks less in the packet
One packet of condom containing 5 pcs and three packets of whisper sanitary pads, an unnamed tattered hindi sex magazine consisting of mostly sex stories and some pornographic photos, and a CD. My face was blazing hot, my heart was beating very fast and my dick was stiffening again to see such stuffs in my innocent looking sister’s mystery box.
I took the CD with me and played it in the TV inserting it in the CD player in the drawing room. The tripple x-rated movie was titled ‘Bara Cinta’, a Thai movie. I quickly copied the CD to another blank CD, and kept all the things back to where they were and padlocked the box again.
I watched the entire movie during the day masturbating again while imagining how she would have felt watching each of those scenes. My head spin whole day and I acted very normal in the evening when mum and Amisha di came home. I pretended as if nothing ever happened once every week or two.
I would check the padlocked box and in a year’s time I found five CDs, all of which I copied to other blank CDs each month there would be new packets of condoms and cigarettes. I really felt suspicious about her attitude and personality. What seemed a social and cultured girl had a treasure of mischief hidden inside her; not even in dreams anyone would have thought a bit about it.
The way she would speak to elders, way she would walk in the streets, way she would dress, the kind of company/friends she had, and her facial/bodily expressions and aura – all these in no way at all indicated she would have such contradicting persona in her privacy.
I began to suspect that she was having an affair most probably sexual relation with someone as there were condoms with her and I felt slightly jealous about it. I tried to find out who the guy could be, but without success.
I secretly checked her mobile many times and looked for sms and calls but not a hint was there. Whenever we chatted, I asked her in one way or the other if she had a boy friend, to which she always replied no as always.
I sought every opportunity to touch her, to smell her, to talk naughty and to insert ‘dual meaning’ words and sentences during our conversation and all this was happening without any hint to our mother while I and Amisha di would be would be watching English movies on TV.
I would intentionally put on smooching scene on for long, and when it would become unbearable to her she would scold me saying “Oye switch the channel you idiot and I would smirk and switch channel once we met a lady in her office.
She was in saree wearing tight blouse with a beautiful gold chain (with a small aeroplane attached to it) around her neck. Amisha later told me that she really liked the mini aeroplane. To this I answered, “I would rather like her airport.” and laughed aloud to tease her.
She sheepishly smiled back and said what? You naughty, I think I should talk to mum and dad, search a girl and get you married.” I kept quiet and ignored it. She even said once that I have changed a lot and the way I talk has also changed a lot in the last few months.
On the pretence of getting late to go somewhere, I would rush out of out of bathroom wearing only my underwear, passing by her room so that she can see me) with semi-erect bulge covered underneath my underwear. Sometimes, when there would be only I and Amisha di
I would shout from bathroom (while taking shower) to ask her to hand me my towel or half pant or soap or shampoo so that she has to come close to me. She would also call me from the bathroom (while she would be taking shower) when mother would not be around, and I realized that she would call me quite often than she would when mum would be around.
I had been inside the bathroom on a number of occasions while she was taking shower – to fix a bulb that was not working, to hand her over towel, to check the leaking tap, and during this entire she would be in the bathroom with me. Mostly, whenever I entered the bathroom to help her.
I would only wear my boxer shorts (half pant) without wearing underwear inside, and the upper part of my body would be without clothes. Whenever I entered the bathroom, the smell of shampoo, sweat, water vapour and the sight of Amrita di wrapped in her towel would drive me mad, and my dick would automatically stiffen to semi-erect that could be noticed bulging inside the boxer shorts.
Once I come out of the bathroom, I would masturbate alone in ecstasy. During this time, the tenant (middle aged couple) renting ground floor (grocery shop) discontinued their business and left us. They took with them everything but an old cupboard filled with old newspapers, empty bottles of whiskey and beer, old inoperable CD player, tattered clothes, old clock, rusty telephone set, etc.
Our mother told us to clean the cupboard and keep the stuffs that would be usable and throw the rest. Amisha di and I agreed to clean it on one Saturday. I secretly planned something on Saturday early morning without letting anybody know I quietly sneaked into the vacant ground floor and placed three CDs just underneath the old CD player on the cupboard.
The three CDs were: one was that movie titled ‘Taboo’, the other one was collection of scandal videos (collection of short leaked sex clips, mostly Indian couples), and third one was a movie titled “Close my eyes” starring Clive Owen and Saskia Reeves depicting incestuous relationship between the two brother and sister.
Close my eyes” was a not a hardcore porn movie but a soft porn movie like “unfaithful” or “original sin”] I kept the CDs as natural as possible, partly covered with dust with tattered plastic cover so that they appear to have been left by the tenant couple. In the day time, mum left home to attend a party (which I knew earlier) and reminded us to clean the cupboard together.
After mother left the home, I also quietly left the home to hang out with friends. As expected, in the afternoon Amisha di called me in my cell phone to come home quickly to clean the cupboard together. I answered that one of my friends had organized a surprise party and so will be able to come home only in the late evening.
She was very upset and furious as now she alone had to clean the cupboard and so hung up the phone without a word. I arrived at home at around 9 pm after having a small get together with bunch of my friends. I also had two bottles of beer and was quite tipsy. Mum opened the door and I came in. A little later quietly
I checked the cupboard and found that Amrita di has made it empty and perfectly clean free of dust particles. Mother told me that Amrita di had thrown all the stuffs away and the only thing usable was the empty cupboard itself. The thought that what might have happened to those CDs drove me crazy.
I had Amrita di kept it? or thrown it? Has she seen the movies? My dick slightly got erect at this thought. In my room I changed my clothes to a boxer shorts without wearing underwear inside a lose thin t-shirt and indoor slippers, and went upstairs on terrace to experience cool night breeze.
I rested my elbow against the three-and-half feet high cement wall (that encircled the terrace) to watch the passersby in the street. Amrit, where have you been to today instead of helping me clean the cupboard?” Amrita di who had been there on the terrace before me, sounded a bit angry who was standing few feet behind me.
She was wearing a thin lose t-shirt, a thin trouser and indoor slippers sorry di, I could not avoid this surprise party my friend threw. He is going to USA tomorrow for studies and so didn’t have time to invite us for the party later.” She came near me and stood just by my side resting her palms on the same three-and-half feet high wall.
Oh! who is he? Do I know him? He is so lucky to study abroad.” She paused for a moment and then came a bit closer to me, her left arm pressing my right arm, she sniffed once and exclaimed “Did you take liquor? Yeah! a bottle of beer please don’t tell mum, and besides we are allowed to take some amount of liquor in parties anyway” I said smiling.
It’s alright, I won’t tell and she came a bit closer, her left breast almost touching my right arm after chatting randomly about this and that, I asked her out of nowhere “Amrita di, one thing I would like to ask. Have you ever smoked cigarette? No, never have you?” she replied quickly.
Nope never and I replied at this very moment, there was power cut and all the electric lights in our locality went off leaving everything pitch black oooh gosh power cut again” she turned her head left and right as if to see distant lights and while doing so she brushed her left breast on my right arm.
I too pretended to see distant lights and while doing so, shifted my right forearm down to lean against the wall. While continuing pressing her left breast against my right arm, she made a little adjustment in the position of her left leg to press my right forearm.
And my forearm got trapped between the cement wall and her left thigh. A tingling sensation went through my body. My right hand palm was facing her left thigh and I was slowing getting the temptation to activate all my five fingers to massage her thigh.
I controlled the temptation and my dick was rock hard almost oozing pre-cum. Why don’t you fall in love and have a boy friend didi? I started a new topic for conversation. Because I haven’t yet found any guy of my interest, and you know you cannot force love, it has to happen.” She replied.
Oh really didi you are so poet-like. Where did you teach these by the way didi?” I spoke in a whisper like manner turning my head towards her. I could almost sense breath from my nostrils striking her breast covered with cloth and reflecting back on its own, my right hand fingers, which were placed on her left thigh, moved all together in rhythm taking pauses in between
And subtly massaged her left thigh and she, gently grabbed my right arm with her left hand and pressed it further to her left breast. I was quite sure that no one would be aware of this because it was pitch dark there was moment of silence for another five minutes or so and we were hearing a distant voice, a song broadcasting from local radio station while my fingers
Were still pressing her thighs gently without pause and as she tightened her left hand grip on my right arms, I could feel the erect nipples somehow poking my arm. My heart was beating so fast and I was sweating. I could also feel her sweating. Might be because I was tipsy, I felt like
I was on the verge of grabbing her neck by my left hand and kissing her vigorously on her lips but I knew, again, deep down in my mind it said “something like that will never happen Amisha mum called Amisha di from downstairs. She at once let go off my hand and exclaimed “Oh my god! I almost forgot to switch off the gas stove and left me alone rushing downstairs.
I closed and latched the entrance door to terrace and masturbated hiding my cock behind the three-and-half feet wall in the darkness. The next day, in the day time after mum and Amisha di left, first thing I did was to open the padlocked box in the wardrobe with my ‘master key there it was all three CDs oh my goodness!
Transferred from the tenant’s cupboard to her mystery box and I kept back the things in their original position as they were and I masturbated three times that day last year (2011) I turned 24 years old (and she turned 29 years). I still kept checking the mystery box weekly and bi-weekly and never got caught.
The items would be all the same – condoms (added various flavored ones too), cigarettes (she added few more brands like 555 and Surya lights), sanitary pads and CDs. New CDs would be added to replace old ones at least once everyone two months; however, the movie “Taboo” would always be there in the box – perhaps she watched it quiet often.
During these times we have experienced many ‘unintentional’ touches like the one in the terrace. Whenever one of us would be in terrace or looking through the window, the other would turn up and stay close together watching the passersby chatting and enjoying our ‘unintentional’ touches simultaneously.
We experienced it not only in terrace, but also while on rickshaw, while watching TV, while watching movie in cinema hall, and on so many other innumerable occasions. However, every day we acted as if nothing has happened. Unlike earlier, I realized that my sexual attraction towards
Amisha di was not consistent. If this week I felt guilty about myself for having such lusty thoughts upon my own sister, the next week would be completely dominated by animal instinct fantasizing intense sexual activity with her. So, it went kind of off and on.
On Saturdays, we would go on bike ride to distant places some distant villages where nobody knew us. And while walking around the village she would hold my hand and press it gently against her breast. We talked about everything anything – love, flirtation, infatuation, sex, HIV, drugs, studies, career, politics, etc.
We had really become very intimate with each other like very good friends. When we met new people in distant places, we introduced ourselves as two good friends. Once, we even talked about incest, to which she said it was weird and sick” but added “if it is consensual no one can stop them from doing it” and we changed the topic.
She proposed me that we should have some pseudonym while traveling away from home so as to feel comfortable like friends and not like brother and sister. She named me ‘Aryan’ and I named her ‘Arunika’, and whenever we were away from home or communicating through phone we called each other by our pseudonyms.
Once while walking around a village, in between our conversation, I even blurted out “Arunika, please don’t mind for this question. Do you masturbate?” On to this, she responded “You rascal and I won’t answer that question Aryan. You are crossing the limit then I smiled
And kept quiet and cursed myself for asking such a question to my sister on our bike ride, whenever we begin riding from home she would place her bag in between my back and herself. After travelling some kilometres she would put on mask to cover her mouth and nose perhaps to get rid of air pollution put on sun glasses perhaps to protect from sunlight
And wrap her head with her scarf (perhaps to protect her hair from dust particles), and this would perhaps keep her identity concealed. She would then hold her bag by the side of her left shoulder and then would slowly come close to press her breasts against my back now and then on our way back on bike drive.
If it is already dark night, she would hold my waist somewhat tight with her both hands from behind and press her breasts continuously against my back more close and tight. Sometimes, when we go on long drive on my motorbike and she would forget to remove the bag lying between my back and herself.
I would ask her “Arunika you can remove the bag between us now. It aches my back and we are very far from home and nobody knows us here and she would quietly remove it and hold it by the side of her shoulder to allow her breasts to press on my back. During night while sleeping, sometimes she would keep her room door ajar which is right across my room twice
I have sneaked into her room in the middle of the night secretly overpowered by my forbidden libido while sleeping, she always turned on a dim 10-watt red light and wore thin trousers and lose thin t-shirt and the first time.
I sneaked into the room and I inhaled couple of deep breaths placing my nose an inch or so above her pussy which smelled like a mixture of pungent urine, sweat and vaginal fluids and second time, at mid night while in her deep sleep I touched the tip of her right nipple fro over the t-shirt with the tip of my right index finger.
Both the times, she didn’t realize it and her eyes remained closed and both the times sense of guilt arose in me and thereafter and I returned back to my room to masturbate once, and only once I think she saw me masturbating which I later confirmed she saw it uncontrolled by my animal instinct.
I intentionally slightly opened the bathroom door an inch or two while I was in the bathroom taking shower. There was no body in home except for two of us. I was wearing an undergarment and whistling in the bathroom while taking shower. I realized she passed by the bathroom to reach to the balcony to comb her wet hair there.
I then removed my undergarment and became totally naked holding my dick with my right hand and gently beating up and down and the door was still partially open by inch or two… my heart was beating super fast and was fearing what if she yells at me for this.
Through the corner of my eyes I saw her once again passing by the bathroom while I was masturbating quietly (the sound only disturbing was the water from the shower and gentle thump thump from my hand and the cock.) I realized she walked past the bathroom four times back and forth from her room to balcony and from balcony to her room.
I later confirmed with her that she was actually watching me masturbate from the corner of her eyes and she was in fact quietly masturbating herself with her hand reaching her pussy through her thin trouser pockets while walking across the bathroom.
On 20 April 2011, unexpected happened!! A day earlier on 19 April, we (I, Amisha di and mum) travelled by bus in the morning to meet our father in his duty station some 600 kilometers from our city. After 10 hours of bus drive we met our dad, had food and slept in his quarter at night.
The next day mum told us that she would stay with dad for few more days. So, the next day on 20 April 2011, I and Amisha di travelled back to our city. After traveling some 300 kilometers, at around 4 pm the bus came to a halt and all the passengers were told that there would be no vehicle movement for at least next day as a huge landslide had completely blockaded the highway.
We got off the bus and went to the nearest guesthouse and asked for two separate rooms as we had to spend night there. But as the guesthouse had to accommodate too many people stranded in the streets, we could get only one room.
A young guesthouse receptionist took out a form from the drawer and asked us “Your names please so that he could write them on the form. I briefly looked at Amisha di and she did the same then she looked at the receptionist and said errrr Aryan and Arunika. Full names please m’aam?” the receptionist asked her again. She became slightly nervous and looked at me as if I could assist her.
Mr and Mrs. Aryan and Arunika Singh. I spoke and kept looking at the receptionist, while Amisha di glanced at me. The receptionist quickly jotted down our names and guided us to our room “This way please.” We walked behind him carrying our baggage’s following his footsteps while walking, Amrita di pinched hard on my back as if to say non verbally
How dare you introduced ourselves as husband and wife to that receptionist?” I quickly caught her pinching hand and threw it in the air, then teasingly poked her left side of the tummy with my right index finger and smiled naughtily at her. She smiled back shyly.
We entered our room on the first floor, which was quite small with only one bed. There was a common bathroom on the floor to be shared with other two rooms on the same floor. Amisha di and I quickly had our dinner in a local restaurant early in the evening as we were told that there would be no electricity and so will be inconvenient while eating late evening in the darkness.
After finishing dinner, at around 7 pm we were already in our room watching queued up vehicles stranded in the street from our window. After few minutes, I left the room to buy two bottles of beer from the nearest restaurant, came back to our room and latched/locked the door. By the time I was back Amisha di had already taken shower and changed her dress to a loose pajama and round neck t-shirt.
I was on boxer shorts and a lose t-tshirt. Perhaps, because of the situation, she was looking gorgeously hot and her breasts were tightly fitting in her round neck t-shirt. I handed one bottle to Amisha di. “I don’t drink Aryan, you know it.” I insisted her to drink but could not persuade her.
By 8 pm it was very dark without electricity in the entire locality. Occasional lights coming from stranded vehicles in the street were the only source of light. I have drunk two bottles of beer while Amisha di took only four or five small sips on my request.
It was very quiet and I was looking out of the window. Amisha di came near me and held my right forearm with her both hands; her both breasts were touching my elbow and arm. We talked about our parents and career as usual, and she scolded me for not completing my Master’s degree studies and not doing any job.
I reciprocated her by scolding for not getting married although mum and dad have shown photographs of so many eligible men for arranged marriage in reply she spoke in low voice “I don’t feel like marrying any of them don’t know why and I am scared Amrit” holding my hand. I told her hey Arunika call me Aryan. We are out of home.”
I am scared Aryan and she repeated what are you scared of Arunika? I asked her to specify. She paused for some time and spoke in whisper like voice “If I get married, I am scared of losing a very good friend of mine whose name is Aryan. She pressed her breasts against my right hand further and tightened her finger grip further.
There was a minute of silence and then I closed the window and in the total darkness I caught her left hand by the wrist and guided her to sit next to me on the only bed in the room. I sat on edge of the bed and she sat next to me to the right on the edge of the bed. In the total darkness, she then tilted her head against my right shoulder and repeated I am scared Aryan.”
I could not believe what was happening in a place far away from our parents and our city. My dick had become rock hard, and my body was extremely hot as if I had fever. Slowly, I put both my hands around her waist while her head was still tilted on my right shoulder.
We stayed still for about a minute or so and then, amidst total darkness I held her waist with both hands as if to slightly lift her. She slightly stood up on her feet standing on the ground and then I positioned her bums to place it on my lap.
Our legs were hanging on the edge of the bed; my both legs were on ground while her legs were hanging in the air as she was seated on my lap. My stiff dick inside my boxer shorts felt the warmth of Amisha di’s bums. After a moment as she felt my rock hard dick on her bums she tilted her head back against my chest.
I could guess she was closing her eyes and my hands which were placed on her waist shifted to cover her navel. She inhaled and exhaled deep breathes and held both my hands with her both hands. We remained silent and I kept slightly massaging her belly and navel area with both hands while her hands were on top of mine.
I was breathing heavily over her right part of her neck while her eyes were closed; I could feel the wetness of her hair pressing over my chest and the smell of the shampoo and sweat emanating from her hair and armpits. I guess she could also smell my sweat from my body and beer from my mouth.
I then landed my lips on the right part of her neck not to kiss but just to let the lips be there. The moment my lips landed, she shivered her right shoulder, pressed my hands with her hands against her belly and produced a very soft but deep moan uumffff.
My erect dick, which was inside boxer shorts landed between her ass crack, which was covered by her pajama. We again remained silent and still for another minute or so then out of nowhere, at the flow of super heart beat, encouraged by liquor.
I took the bold step and grabbed Amisha di’s both boobs over the clothes with my both hands and forced my lips to lock with hers. For first few seconds (may be five seconds) she arched her back surrendering her both boobs to my hands, raised her hands and put them around my head to allow me to kiss her lips and tongue further with ease.
Then suddenly, she got up at once from the bed and released herself from my grip and no you can’t do this to me and no she shouted and squeezed herself in the corner of the room. I was totally dumbfounded. I did not know what to say or do. I got up and slowly went near Amisha di in the corner. Amisha di listen.
No and I was the reply and she started weeping and I went near her and she was covering her face with her both hands still weeping. All of a sudden, I again grabbed her by the waist, pulled towards me and grabbed both boobs over the clothes with both hands and forcibly planted kiss on her neck and cheek.
She tried to free herself from my grip and started crying even louder shouting no please Amrit please leaves me. I kept quiet for next five minutes or so during which all the sexual stimulations have completely died out. Then I quietly stood up and said to her ok and I am sleeping in the bus, is that alright?
And next moment without waiting for her to reply, went out of the room, got into our stranded bus and forced my eyes to shut to sleep uncomfortably on my seat trying to forget what happened moments earlier.
Next morning, on 21 April, I came back to the room to get my toothbrush and tooth paste. Amisha di had already got up from the bed and was brushing her teeth in the courtyard near the guesthouse. I acted as if I haven’t noticed her and she did the same.
A little later, in the eatery while I was having tea and some snack for the breakfast, she just sat near to me in another table and had a cup of tea. We didn’t speak to each other. After an hour or so, we were informed that the road had been cleared of the blockade and we were moving.
Amisha di and I quietly took our seats in the bus and didn’t speak a word. The bus arrived in our city at around 3 pm. We silently took a taxi and headed home in home and I went to room and closed the door and slept till 9 pm feeling all the guilt, shame and humiliation.
At 9 pm Amisha di knocked my door and when I opened it she spoke briefly without eye contact “Dinner is ready. I wore my old half jeans (manually cut) and a lose t-shirt and went to the kitchen where the food was already served on the table and Amisha di was in the drawing room watching TV while I was eating.
I received call from mum asking if we reached home safely. I told her about our night halt in the guesthouse on the highway and the road blockade. Mum asked me if she could speak to Amisha di as well. Didi and I called Amisha di in a trembling voice.
Yes what is it?” she came near me in the kitchen your phone mum is on line” I passed on the phone to her without looking at her and I was trembling and cursing myself for what would happen to me if Amisha di tells about the incident to mum over the phone. She went to her room with my phone to talk to mum.
I was praying that she doesn’t tell anything to mother or father. When I was almost done with dinner, she came back to kitchen and placed my cell phone on the dining table without a word, and left for drawing room and resumed watching TV.
I put my cell phone in my half jeans pocket, and as usual checked all the windows, doors and the main gate to ensure they were properly locked as it was almost 9.30 pm night. I was then heading towards my room to repent alone for what I have done when Amisha di called me aloud “Amrit.
Yes didi” I stood nervously at the entrance of the drawing room with rapid heartbeat come and sit. I need to talk to you and she was looking at TV when she said so. She was sitting on sofa with the same dress she wore last night. She turned the TV volume low.
I quietly sat on the same sofa where she was sitting. Do you know what will happen to you if I tell mum and dad about this incident?” she said looking for the first time directly at my face after the incident. I kept quiet why did you do that to me Amrit? It was totally unexpected!!” she added.
I am sorry didi. But I promise that I will never repeat it again.” I responded nervously with my head down. All those past days Amrita di had been like my friend, someone of my age, but that day she was there like a senior or superior there was about a minute of silence. The she came near me on the sofa and out of nowhere landed a big slap on my left cheek with her right hand.
I was startled that was for your misbehave you idiot!!!! Never in my dream have I expected such behaviour from my own brother. Shame on you!! And I am really ashamed of myself to call you my brother!! You polluted mind shame on you shame on you.
I looked down and tears flowed on my cheek. She kept on scolding me with barrage of all sorts of words further humiliating and despising me as if I have committed a grave crime. And in all this, although she was in some way an accomplice in what happened last night, she depicted herself as a hundred percent victim.
A hundred percent Criminal and I felt as if my self-esteem has been ripped apart and I have been a scapegoat, a victim of a big conspiracy. A sense of extreme humiliation, despair, revenge and anger arose in me. Then out of anger, breathing in and out heavily
I became bold and decided to confront her, and interrupted her abruptly and said in clear voice stressing every word with utter confidence. “To tell you the truth you did kiss me back and you did enjoy my grip for the first few seconds didn’t you? I stared into her eyes.
What the hell are you talking about? How dare you say that? Now I am really going to tell mum and dad everything. Let them come back home and you will see it and she stared back into my eyes her reactions further added fuel to my anger.
Breathing in and out more heavily I stressed each word with utter clarity and asked her in same revengeful manner “Dear didi will you please listen to me and I know everything and you know it too for more than last ten years from now that how you have been rubbing your boobs over my arms, hands and back whenever possible.
That how you have been secretly watching my erect dick under the boxer shorts and then fantasizing it that how you love to call me in the bathroom and show yourself and see me that how you have been enjoying every touch that night on the terrace 3-4 years ago that how many x-rated movies have you watched and that how much suppressed sexual desires you ha.
Will you stop all these nonsense please? Stop it or else I will call mum and dad right away you are now flowing over the brim stop it now Amisha di shouted back cutting me in between after few seconds of pause, with clear and loud voice. I demanded respected dear Amisha di, can you please give me the key to the box in your wardrobe here and now?
She was taken aback and startled and stammered for the first time in muttering like voice there in the box. I keep ladies stuff and I never give its key to anyone not even to mother. What do you want to say anyway??”. Her eyes and mouth wide open and she slightly slid back from me on the sofa.
I slid myself forward on the sofa and reached near her and out of nowhere slapped her left cheek with my right hand in the same manner she hit me How dare you? I will call mum right away, wait a second her eyes opened wider still and she stood up and reached for her cell phone in her pajama pocket.
I stood up too and grabbed her hand that was about to pull out the cell phone and said wait a second didi do you want to open your box in the wardrobe in presence of mum and dad? or just in my presence? She put her cell phone back to her pocket and said what do you mean and how did you?
I grabbed the remote control from her other hand and turned the volume a bit high so that neighbours would not know that we are shouting at each other. I switched off the light with the other hand then I sat down on the sofa again and pulled Amisha di by her right hand and she fell on my lap what stop it and she shouted.
I know what you have in the box and I know what interests you. I know you like flavoured condoms and you like being fucked with those condoms. I know you smoke cigarettes. You like blue films particularly brother sister fucking.
I started kneading violently her breasts over the cloth covered with round neck t-shirt. In process her t-shirt tore an inch or so at the opening. She was trying to oppose me by fighting back but with less intensity and I added shall I tell all these to mum and dad?
No please don’t and they will kill me. How did you know this? She panicked and spoke in despair then the other moment while she was sitting on my lap, I slid both my hands underneath her t-shirt and grabbed her bare boobs; she wasn’t wearing bra inside.
She surrendered herself, tilted her head back against my chest and closed her eyes, and she was breathing very heavily expanding and contracting her boobs. I pushed her flat on the ground over the carpet, came on her top, and completely pulled out her t-shirt and threw out under the sofa to reveal her overgrown breasts.
She was closing her eyes and without any physical opposition said don’t and I saw amidst the light coming from the TV, for the first time in my life live bare breasts and nipples of a woman. Those were, for me – the most beautiful nipples and breasts in the world.
I sucked the left nipple first. While still closing her eyes, she held my head, in the beginning as if to push away, but the next second she held my head firmly with both hands and pushed her nipple further into mouth and muttered please
You are my brother Babu suck my nipples hard please suck it hard and I then sucked the right nipple, and then everywhere vigorously uncontrollably neck, chest, ears, cheek, chin, eyes, lips, mouth, tongue kissed her lips while she was still holding my head and arching her back further more to give me easy access to her body.
She moaned aloud ssshhhh please suck me and my brother and I don’t tell mum and dad shhhhh. I kept kissing and licking everywhere, from chest to head and I then landed my right hand fingers on her pussy over her pajama buttons. She grabbed my hand and not now and we can’t do this.”
I stopped and at once I got up and without a word left the drawing room. Silently I went to Amrita di’s room with my master key and within a minute came back to drawing room with two condoms, which I got from her mystery box.
She was still in the drawing room sitting on the sofa with waist and above part totally naked, covering her face and breasts with her both hands in silence. I quietly stood in front of her (who was sitting on the edge of the sofa), quickly through every piece of cloth that was covering my body and put on condom on to my erect penis.
Next moment I held her right hand and placed it on the dick covered with condom. She pulled back her hand first time. Second time she held it with her fingers supported by palm and while looking down on the floor she played it up and down.
Didi now please put it your mouth please. She reluctantly put her lips which was tightly shut) on top of the head of my dick. I pushed her head a little further to my dick. The next moment she wide opened her mouth and my whole dick went in it.
First thing I remember when my dick entered her mouth was that she swirled her tongue all around it. I started fucking in her mouth. I moaned in pleasure ooh didi and I realized I might ejaculate soon. So I took it out from her mouth. Next I sat on the edge of the sofa and guided her to sit on my lap and he obeyed silently.
The next moment while she was just about to sit on my lap facing the same direction I was facing, I pulled down her trousers to reveal her pink panty. She tried to hold my hand when I again pull down her pink panty now. The panty just came down to reveal her arse and somewhat hairy pussy. I forced her hips to land on dick.
She tried to push away and said Babu yes please do it but what if mum and dad knows and I replied we will tell no one and this feels so good isn’t it didi? She nodded and in all this my erect dick somehow got into her somewhat hairy pussy seated on sofa, without much ease.
I started fucking her in doggy-like style with 10 to 15 strokes, I think, I ejaculated. I gave a loud cry in ecstasy and asked her “Didi did I force you into all this?” She smile and replied in low voice not at all you are right, I have wanted this since four five years ago.
We got up and took shower together totally naked in the bathroom, kissing passionately. That night we slept together in her bed and had another round of fuck with condom on.
The next five days our mum and parents didn’t come home. We x-rayed each other and discussed everything and the day we started having sexual feelings for each other, the breast pressing incident on the terrace, our visits to distant villages, our pseudonyms, our fantasies, our virginity, the key to mystery box, the CDs
She found in the cupboard, her smoking habit, and so on and on. She told me she got attracted towards me sexually from the day (4-5 years ago) she saw me sleeping in the day-time with my erect penis slightly peeking from the sides of my boxers. However, I don’t remember this incident at all.
She even told me that she was a virgin until she had sex with and that she used those condoms to masturbate by inserting it in her fingers. She also told me she had her hymen while climbing wall in her school days sports. She also told me that sometimes she masturbated by rubbing my used undergarment on her clitoris and it gave her immense pleasure.
She didn’t go to work for those five days and we fucked at least twice a day and other times just cuddled throughout the day. We watched together all the porn movies we had. Sometimes we wept together for what we have done and sometimes we had positive view of what we have done.
We came to the conclusion that we both will not get married with anyone and somehow we will stay together making love to each other. These days, we have stopped crying at all for what we have done and enjoying to the maximum extent.
We said to ourselves “We will fuck and enjoy” and share our deepest secrets with other like-minded brother and sisters in the rest of the world. Dear sisters please contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org and my sister wouldn’t mind I chatting with you all sisters, but I do feel uneasy if you brothers talk to my sister.
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