11 comments/ 122893 views/ 30 favorites Confessions Of A Brother Fucker By: khukusanyal The next four years, while Mintu completed his course in IIT passed in torrid letters being exchanged, in celibacy and in following Mintu's instructions n how look after my 'treasures' (that is what he referred to my feminine assets). But every letter told me that I should not masturbate to relieve my rising libido, directly linked with my fresh youth and the hormonal rise and fall followed by the monthly loss of an egg, for the want of a Father!!! I did not fall short in my duties as a jealous lover. I constantly asked him whether he had found some one to help him release his bursting libido?? I gave him constant instructions, of what I though was the best therapy for elongating and fattening the dick. He wrote back, that he was following my therapy religiously and the results were good. But, all letters from me to Mintu and from him to me promised that when he finishes his studies, he would come over and 'take' me. And if I co-operate, take me 'for ever'. I wondered, how I could be 'taken for ever'. I had heard from my girl friends who were being fucked by their boy friends, always complained hat most times they did not even get humped for two minutes and the boy friend would let out a war cry kind of whoop and collapse onto them. Having ejected their offering!! Worse, several girls had told me that their boy friends would drop their seed all over their sarees before they could even come near entering. For some reason, I never told my friends that Mintu would make me come several times before he would enter and that he would actually fuck for a good five to seven minutes before he would let his semen enter my fallopian. In the meanwhile I finished my graduation. Much against my expectations, under constant exhortation from Mintu, I studied hard and did well. Since Mintu's course was five years' long, under Mintu's encouragement, I joined a two year management course in Jamshedpur and completed the course. I now had a MBA too. I finished in May. And returned home, awaiting Mintu's passage through Calcutta in the way to his parent's home in Delhi. As the month of June, when the course content ends and the students leave for their homes to await the final results, He would be staying overnight only!! I started anticipating his passage through Calcutta and for the small aperture of opportunity for me to let him know that I truly loved him. And more!!! (Whatever that meant) And for him, to try and fulfill some of his torrid promises in his letters. In the month preceding his arrival into Calcutta, I started to receive instructions on what he wanted me to do to prepare for him. He instructed me to start to massage my boobs with butter every day. He wanted me to knead in the butter into my nipples. He instructed me that I should add significant amount of salt in the butter before massaging my breasts. And then I should take my bath after letting the butter on my boobs to be soaked in. According to him applying the salt would make the boobs silkier. And the butter would make them more voluptuous. He asked me to apply clarified butter (Ghee in India) in my ass hole and all over my buttocks. This should be massaged into the skin. He instructed that he wanted my ass hole smooth and well oiled. Just in case he wanted to take me from the rear as well. He ordered me to apply Veet on my arm pits and on my pubic area to remove all my hair. He wanted this done every two days. I was to massage olive oil into my bald pubic area and on my pussy lips atleast an hour before my bath. When this was over, he wanted me to take olive oil between two fingers and massage my clit and apply the oil by softly pinching the clit, lifting it up and letting it slip out of my fingers because of the oil. He surmised, that doing that would make my clit more sensitive and would get lifted up, "as if peeking out to the world, looking for some good treatment with (Mintu's) tongue and fingers". Clearly, I was to practically masturbate while massaging. He said, "If you 'came' while doing this, so be it!!!! But no masturbating for masturbation's sake." He had added, he wanted me to apply a Jasmine flavored hair tonic into my scalp and hairs. After kneading in the oil in all my 'treasures', he wanted me to follow it up with massage with Avon perfumed cream, with special care to the 'treasures'; and the armpits. The Avon perfumed cream would give that great smell. Embedded inside my skin. I can confess, his prescription really worked. The sensitive skin over my boobs had truly become silkier and smooth. What with the daily dose of near orgasm status, my hips were now fuller and my boobs were fuller. My bra was stretched and were straining to hold the two boobs in the cups. Understanding that we would make love every second we were together, I started the Pill about 60 days before his arrival date. Since my bath started to take over two hours, my Mother asked me several times, "Why are you taking so long for your bath??" I had to lie. I said, "Ma, I have started doing some Yoga to keep myself fit. What with sitting around all the time, I could do with some exercise." She readily agreed and said, "Yes. I think you should. Look at the way you have put on weight on your hips and the bust line." In order to allay any doubts, I added, "I am also massaging my self with some oil after my Yoga to ensure that my circulation is okay." She said, "That is good." As the D-Day came closer, my anticipation of love gave me hot flashes and a shudder or two would pass down my spine, while just sitting and dreaming of what we would do, together. I often wondered, with the ministrations to his cock, what it would look like and what it would feel like inside me. Would his abstinence for years, with no masturbation lend great urgency to his love making?? Would he be loving and shower me with kisses and then strip me naked, slowly and make love to me?? Or would he, atleast for the first time, hurry and fuck me violently? I wondered. And got wet. And then it was D-Day. The train was to reach Howrah station at about 4 PM. To prepare, I took out his letter telling me what he wanted me to wear. I took out a red and black Ghagra (long flowing ankle length skirt with lots of pleats and with draw string to hold it in place) and a short front buttoned waist length red mirror work Kurta (a cotton shirt). He had specifically forbidden wearing a bra and my panty on that day. I was intrigued what he could do in a car in the busy streets of Calcutta, with our driver at the wheel. What was the benefit of my not wearing these two inner wear?? I got ready. I kept my hair open, with no clips, hair band etc, they way be liked. In keeping with his strict instructions. Besides I knew he liked to run his fingers through my hairs and dip his longish nose inside my hair and take deep breaths. He had told me many times that, doing that gave him great peace and relaxation. I wore no bra and panty. Most women in India do not wear a panty. So, one does not miss it that much. But bra??? That was very difficult to carry off. I slung a Dupatta (large scarf) over my shoulders and wrapped it around to hide my discomfiture. I left home by 2 PM with a servant (to help with the large amount of luggage that Mintu would carrying, since he was now leaving the hostel for good, and to bring it back to my home by taxi) and reached Howrah station at 3 PM. All those who have been to Howrah Station know that one can drive the car into the station and walk to the train. The train was 20 minutes late. I stood in the jostling crowd near the third Class compartment area and waited. I was overdressed from Howrah Station and smelling too good. I had to hear some cat calls and some suggestive remarks. I ignored them all and waited. The servant stood next to me, understanding that I had gone to collect my brother. The train arrived. He stepped out, looking darker than before, longer hairs, unshaven, bleary eyed and gaunt looking. He looked exhausted by the last few months of work n his Thesis. We exchanged pleasantries and he quickly explained to the servant what the items were and the handling instructions etc. Mintu and I quickly walked towards the parked car and soon sat inside and drove out through the over bridge. In that car, I asked him, "So? How was the journey?" He said, "Fine. The question is what the journey will be like tonight!!" While he sat on my right, he lifted his left thigh onto the seat, bent it under him and turned and sat to face me on the wide seat of the car and gazed at me and inspected me from head to toe through his gaunt and now inset eyes. He said, "Unwrap that Dupatta." I unwrapped it and kept it aside. He looked to see if I was wearing a bra. He commented, "Good." I asked, "Good what?" "Looks good." "What looks good?" "The dress." "And?" "And what is inside it!" he said with a wry smile. I smiled back. He said, "Unmukto." (Meaning, 'It has been set free." in Bengali.) I understood he meant that my breasts were free of the bra encumbrance. I blushed. While the car bumped through the cobbled Strand Road, he reached fir my right wrist, caught it and caressed my hand with both his rough hands. I felt an electric shock pass through my whole body, as he touched me and I shuddered. We said nothing to each other for some time, as his finger tips went up ad down my wrist and palm and occasionally crept up my fore arm. I asked him, "So. What is the plan for the day?" He said, "I need to shave, have bath, have some food and then sleep for about an hour or so. That will re-charge my batteries and keep me fresh for the rest of the evening." I said, "Sleep?" "Yes. With you." "I see," I said. "And how, pray will you do that, in the day time, with my Mother hovering around?" "I don't care. You will have to give me the shave. You will have to give me the bath and then, you will sit with me while I eat something. And then, I want to hold you close in my arms, with you completely naked with me in bed, while I sleep." (Ammar boyeyee gachchey. Baadee giyey toomee amakay shave korabey aar amaakey chaan korabey. Taar por, amaar shathey boshey khabey. Khabbar poray, tomakay nangto koray joriye dhoray ghoomabo.) I blushed, while shudder after shudder passed through my back at the sheer audacity of his demand from me. "Eeeesh. How embarrassing." "Eeeesh. Kee jay bolow na?" My womanly brain was working, how I could handle the matter with my Mother. How could I be with my lover, the way he wanted me?? But, equally my Mother is a woman too and can see through most of my womanly wiles. I wasn't sure; she would not see through my scheme and put a spanner in the works. Though, I was sure, she did not even guess that I was fucking him. Through lots of small talk and constant touching each other, soon we reached home. My Mother emerged outside. Mintu bent low to touch her feet. My Mother said, "Bless you. How thin you have become. You must rest for a few days, before you start getting into a new job." We walked in. Tea and some snacks were ready, kept in the first floor balcony. We sat there together, having tea and chatting with my Mother and my younger brother. He spoke of his experience in IIT and asked about my course and my brother's studies etc. In about half and hour, Mintu suggested to my Mother, "Pishi, can I have bath?" "Yes. Of course. Your suitcase has been sent to the guest room on the first floor. Khuku, why don't you take your brother there and make him comfortable?" "Yes Ma." As we walked in, I was tense. I was about to play my gambit to be with him in the guest room to do what we wanted to. As we turned the corner into the room, Mintu caught me by my arm and grabbed me and wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me hard and planted one kiss on my lower lip. His unshaven beard pricked my face. Yet, I was hungry for love. I kissed him back and almost sobbed and whispered, "I really missed you. Darling. I did." He did not answer. He kissed me repeatedly on my eyes, face and lips and spun around my body as he lifted my feet off the ground to kiss me. I was embarrassed, thinking that some one might walk through the door that ws ajar. I suggested, "Dorjataa kholaa aachchey." ("The door is wide open.") He did not stop. The sheer ecstasy of his kisses and the warmth of his roving hand just took my breath away. I managed to peel myself away, while wanting to be stripped and kissed and made love to and whispered, "Let me make the arrangements to give you a shave, bath etc and the rest." He caught me, pulled me near him from my back and slowly caressed each of my free breast inside the Kurta. I turned my face to meet his lips and he kissed me, as her slid his hands up my Kurta and caressed both my bare boobs. I had to struggle against myself, wanting more, and break away and face him. I said, "Let me arrange for my being here, while you bathe!!!" I asked him to place his suit case on the bed and to open the top, so that we can see the mess it is. I suggested to him that I do the next act my way. He lifted his suitcase and placed it and opened the lid. It was a holy mess. I made it worse. While I was doing that, he was slowly feeling my buttocks and caressing the bum cheeks from above the Ghagra.. I knew he was checking to see if I was wearing my panty. I assured him, "Panty poree nee." (I am not wearing any panties.") He was about to lift the Ghagra up to see me. I shooed him and walked off to talk to my Mother. "Ma. His suitcase is a mess. There were more dirty clothes than fresh. He can not find any clothes in them, unless they are sorted out. I think I better sort them out, while Mintu has his bath and place them inside the wardrobe and pass him the clothes he has to wear after his bath. Also, may be we should give him a fresh towel and soap etc." She said, "OK." I returned back to his room. He was waiting for me to return. While he sat on the chair near the study table, he watched me intently. I nearly shouted, "Mintu, Your suitcase is a holy mess. I am getting a fresh dry towel and soap etc. You better go in for your bath, while I get your clothes organized into the wardrobe etc." I wanted my Mother to hear that. For good measure, I added, when you have shaved and completed your bath, just call for me by opening your bathroom door a crack and I will pass your clothes in." I knew that my Mother had by now been lulled into thinking that I was doing my sisterly act by helping my brother get organized. I started pottering around with his clothes and trying to fold the clean ones back and throw the dirty ones down on the floor for the washer man to take away for cleaning, ironing and returning the next day. As I was at it, I came across his medicine pouch and peeked in. I saw a small can-based spray with 'Stud 100' written on it. I asked him, "What is this?? Are you injured or what?" He answered, "I will tell you later. Just put it way." When about ten minutes were over I again spoke loudly, "Mintu, get up and don't be lazy bones and bolt the door. Let me finish arranging your clothes. You proceed for your bath." He loudly answered, "You do it. Silly girl. I am tired." "What is this?? Am I your servant or what?" While rummaging through his suitcase, I came across an electric massager. I gesticulated t him why need that? He whispered back, "I need it for some reason, I will tell you later. Just put it way." I looked at him and gesticulated to him to get up and bolt the door. Mintu walked across the room and bolted the door softly. And then stood near the bolted door and continued gazing at me. I looked up with an embarrassed look and asked, "What are you looking at? You have seen me before. Haven't you?" He nodded and walked across to me and said, "I am thinking if I should make love to you first right here and now or keep that program for the night. so that I can make love to you repeatedly as many times as we like and sleep in each other's arms." I suggested, "Let me give you the shave and the bath you wanted me to give you first. Then we will see what we feel like doing." "OK. But first get a shower cap on, else your hairs will get wet and your Mother will see through it." I told him, "But, I don't have one, here in this room!!" "Why did I go to IIT? To look for solutions, not problems. Just take out that plastic bag in my suitcase and we will use it as a shower cap for you." I fished out the plastic bag. He placed it on my head and then fashioned it in such away that my long open hair got trapped inside the make shift cap and my ears were also covered. Once that was done, Mintu pulled a chair into the middle of the room, ensured the curtains were drawn and then said, "You have got to ensure that my clothes don't get soiled with the shaving foam and the water etc." "So. What should I do?" He said, "Just take off my clothes and then start shaving me!!" I blushed and asked saucily, "Shave what?" "Whatever you like." I got his shaving kit ready with the foam etc and the blade inserted inside the razor (actually he had to help me, since I really did not know how to go about it). Once it was ready, I got near him and clinically un buttoned his shirt, peeled it off. The slid his vest off his head and then made him sit down on the chair. As he sat down, he held both my wrists and pulled me near and said, "This Kurta has to go." I was standing in front of him, vulnerable and dominated. And without any ado, he unbuttoned all the buttons in the front of my Kurta and slowly parted the cloth from my chest. As my two boobs emerged, he gasped and slowly pulled the Kurta down. He slid the Kurta down my arms and released it in a small heap behind me. He looked at each of my breast and then ever so slowly touched the main body of my naked breasts with his finger tips. Softly he said, "Wow. So smooth and beautiful." He kissed each of my breast repeatedly and slowly came closer ad closer to my grape like, now swelling and erect nipples. I could feel the surge in his blood pressure and his rising libido. His cock was perhaps paining him, entrapped in that tight underwear of his, straining to be free and be caressed. I tried to place my fingers on his crotch. He stopped me and said, "No. Don't touch it. I will loose control and all the game will be spoilt. Don't you see, I want to make love to you, not just fuck you. All the semen in my balls is meant to be inside your womb to nurture your pussy. I am truly randy. Touching it now will make me spill my seed." I realized he was truly in love with me. He wanted to savor my sex. With a surge of love, I kissed him on his forehead and said, "I understand. Just do what you like and take me fully, as many times you like and when you want to." He caressed and loved my breasts for some time and sucked each nipple and licked it with small short and teasing swipes. Then he peeled himself away and asked me to start applying the foam. With his assistance I took out some foam and applied it on his face in the most amateurish way. As I concentrated on his face, he concentrated on my breasts as they swung in front of his face and mouth. Several times, my nipples brushed his face and picked up some foam. He appeared uncomfortable and his hand came up and caressed my breasts while removing the foam. Soon I fixed the razor and tried to shave him. I failed miserably. He then held my hand and helped me shave him. Once that finished, he got up and said, "You have to now give me a bath." I knew that the noise of the shower could be heard outside. I had to create that noise so that my Mother continued believing that Mintu was having his bath. While in fact, I was luxuriating in his sex. Having done that, I started to prepare the water in the bucket. I got the shampoo and the soap ready. Confessions Of A Brother Fucker Then like a busybody I came out of the bathroom and old him, "Take off your clothes." He did not respond. I walked near him and repeated, "You can't bathe with those clothes on!! Take off your clothes." He smiled and said, "You take them off for me." I stepped back and looked at his eyes to assess his plan. As I stepped back, he instructed with a soft voice, "You can't give me a bath wearing this Ghagra. That will get wet!!! Take your draw string out from under the waist band. I want to pull that string and make you completely naked when I like." I looked at him, thinking, after he takes this off, he will see me in my petticoat. Should I tell him now, or better to tantalize him with one more layer? I walked near him, undid his belt and then pulled the hook of his trouser. Then I pulled the zip down and let his pants drop. I could see his undie swollen with his hard cock rearing to be set free. I slowly squatted and pulled his underwear down. His cock sprang out like a large arrow, angry and throbbing. The fore skin half drawn back and the one eyed monster looking at me. His balls were hanging loose – may be because it was a hot and humid summer's days. He stepped away from the underwear which lay at his ankles. He slightly held my hairs and softly indicated that he wanted me to stand up. I stood up. I was glancing at the prize that stood erect between his legs, perhaps with greed. He asked, "You want that?" I nodded. "This needs to be cleaned up. The sweat and grime with the hours of travel, makes it necessary that you clean it for me. I will let you suck it only after my bath." He then added, "Come let me take this Ghagra down and let me look at your pussy." I blushed. His hands slowly ran over my bare torso and caressed my entire waist. He leaned forward and kissed my nipples one by one. He then stepped back, sat down on the chair with me standing trembling in front of him. He then held the draw string and pulled it. The bow knot opened out. Yet the Ghagra clung to the waist. He inserted his fingers under the waist band and loosened the draw string and then dropped my Ghagra. As it slid down, it got stuck at my hips. And the petticoat came into view. He said, "You are wearing a petticoat too??? OK. This drawstring. Take it out with your own hands and give it to me. I want that off too." With trembling fingers I fished that out and then had to take his fingers and place them on the string. He looked at me and said, "Tomaakay aibaarey ammakey boltay hobey, tomakay nangto korar jonno." ("You have to now plead to me to make you completely naked.") "Toomee na!!??? Na aamee bolbo na." ("Shhhh. No, I wont.") I said that in the womanly way, wanting him to take the responsibility of making me naked while I let out those disapproving noises. I think he understood what I wanted. He got up and slowly spun me around and then stood behind me. He embraced me from behind me, with his erect cock attacking my lower back. He was caressing my breasts and between kisses through my tresses onto my shoulders, he whispered, "Get onto tip toes. When your petticoat comes down, I want my cock to slide between your thighs from the rear." I raised myself up on my toes. He slid his fingers under my petticoat ad fished out the draw string and then slowly pulled it. He said, "Khankee magee. Tokay aibaarey pooroe puree nagto koray debo." (In colloquial Bengali it would mean, "You hot bitch, I will now strip you completely.") He was placing hot kisses on my neck and shoulders. I hissed back, "Ammakay nagto koray day. Amaakay shooiyay chooday day." ("Do strip me naked. Make me lie on my back and ravish me.") His hands helped my Ghagra and petticoat down, which lay in a circle at my feet. His erect dick went right between my legs and the tip emerged from the front. The cock was passing right over my slit from below and I was loosing my senses wanting to be taken. His hips were grinding forward and backward in an involuntary movement. I hissed, "Aaaaaaaah. For four years, I have wanted that cock between my legs." He was slowly caressing my breasts and kissing my neck. He whispered back, "Haramjadi. Tokay aamee hazaar baar choodbo, aaj ratteeray." ("You hot bitch, I will make love to you all night.") He realized that he was loosing control. He stopped grinding that cock in and out of the thigh gap and asked, "So?? Has your prescription worked?? Has my cock become any longer and thicker?" "Yes. It has. It has really become fatter. And harder!! But, I can really tell when it fucks me" ("Monay hoyey agter thekay motaa aar lobaa hoychchey. Tobay jokhon chudbay, tokhon gooder modhey diye boltay parbo – koto mota hoyechchey.") "Really?" "Yes. It has. Besides, I want to see how long and how many times it can fuck me in one night." (: Aaar shobchey important jay koto baar khada hoye ammakeey kotokhon dhoray choday.") "We will see." He left caressing my breasts and moved his finger tips down to my crotch. As it reached the slit, he could feel the dampness and the wet slit. "You are fully hot and ready." I answered, "Yes. I am." He said, "Let me see the pussy." I felt deeply excited. He would be really seeing my pussy from close after several years. It could turn him mad with desire. He pulled his cock from between my thighs and slowly spun me around. Then he walked to the two single chairs and quickly placed them both near the bed. He came close. As I faced him, "He scooped me into his arms and took me to the bed and placed me on the edge of the bed. He then took care t place my legs one each on the two chairs. As I lay there, my pussy was bare, bald and completely visible. Like all women, my hands moved to cover my charm and source of immense pride and pleasure. Mintu noticed that. He firmly held both my wrists and lifted them up and took my hands near my resting head and said, "Lift your hands and place them behind your head." I whimpered, "Pleeeeaase don't," and turned my face away, ostrich like not to see what he was doing, or may be to register my sense of modesty. As I placed my hands behind my head, Mintu said, "I am now going to trace your arms down to your boobs and waist and then love your inner thighs and finally caress your pussy with my fingers." I protested and made pleading noises, "Please. Please don't." He firmly held my wrists in that place and then started to caress my fore arm and came down my inner upper arms. When he came to my arm pits, he stopped. He said, "These arm pits are real smooth. They have to be kissed and licked." He held my arms in that locked position and kissed each of my arm pits one by one and then proceeded to lick each one, as if he was having an ice cream. An electric shock passed through my body and I writhed with pleasure. I moaned, "Hhhhmmmm. Nnnnnnnn." When he finished licking my arm pits, he looked into my eyes and said, "They taste good. And smell good too. I will now eat your boobs. I want to see if my treatment has made then any juicer and smoother." Then slowly, he shifted his attention to my boobs. He ran his finger tips over my breasts and gasped, "Aaaaaah. They are smooth as silk. And juicy. I have got to love them, caress them and kiss then one by one." My hands were coming down to caresses his hairs. He just stopped me and said, "I want you helpless. Hands must be there only." My hands went back behind my head. He then gave slight squeezes to each of my boobs and then started to kiss the main swollen body of my breast one by one while squeezing the other. While kissing my bobs, he was leaning over me. I could feel the hot and hard cock brushing against my pussy slit as he went on loving my breasts. As the cock slid over my slit, involuntarily I released the knees and let them drop, hoping that the cock would actually brush against my clit. And I would explode with excitement. He reached one nipple at a time and sucked each one, one by one. When he withdrew his lips, he remained sucking them and released them noisily. He then knelt between my now slightly spread legs and his fingers started to trace my midriff and came down to my stomach and then down towards my groin. He caressed my things from outside and then looked up at me and asked, "Will you spread your legs for me. Or do I have to spread them for you?" All I could do was to mumble, "Do what you like." He slowly pushed both the chairs apart and moved my legs as wide apart as he could. I protested, "Pleeease. Pleease don't. I am so ashamed the way you take me." ("Eeeeesh. Kee jay korchchow naa. Khoob lojjaa korchchay.) He looked at my wide spread pussy and he gasped and said, "Tomar clit taa to thikray beriiyay aashchay." ("Your clit is now long and thrusting out.") He added, "Eyeetakay aamee chaatbo. Aaar ratteeray khaboe." ("I will lick this now. And eat your pussy completely in the night.") Saying that he ran his fingers all over my inner thighs and slowly came nearer and nearer my wide open pussy bald lips. He said, "I love your pussy. Each fold and its womanly secrets are open and visible. The cunt opening is inviting." Saying that he started to lick my inner things, nearer and nearer to my crotch. I squirmed with pleasure and anticipation. I squealed with pleasure. I could not help it any more. My hands reached for his hairs and I started to caress his hairs as he started to lick every fold of my pussy, opening then with his fingers and licking with a thin tip of his tongue. I cried out, "Aaaaah. I love you. Mintu. I love you." He was at work. His tongue slowly circled my elongated and excited clit and reached it. I cried out, "Aaaaah. Nnnnnnn. Ooooh. Please . . . . " My legs started to close, holding his face down between my thighs. He said, "Keep then wide apart," and pressed down my thighs firmly. I could not hold back, I almost cried out, "Aaaah. Aaaeeeee. I want to be able lift my hips and enjoy . . . .!!!" He understood my need. He stepped back and then caught my calves and placed my legs over his shoulders. And then he put his palms below my hips and lifted my bum off the bed to reach his mouth. He flicked my clit. I cried out, "Aaaah." Then he moved his tongue back. And flicked lightly. My hips rose to meet his tongue. As he did a butterfly on my clit, I caressed his hairs, and went on gasping with pleasure and letting out small noises of appreciation, "Aaaaeee. Hnnnnnnn. Sssssssssss." I could not holdback any more and pleaded, "Make me come. Pleeeeease. Please make me come," He licked, sucked and flicked my clit till I came in wave after wave of an orgasm. My hands were out of control and I was writhing with pleasure, and thrashing around and swinging my head from side to side, suspended with my pussy near his mouth. After I came, he slowly lowered me onto the bed, with my bum resting at the edge of the bed and my legs back on the two chairs. I panted with long gasps of fresh air. I had goose pimples and shudder after shudder passed through my body. After four years, getting an orgasm!!! With no masturbation in between. And the orgasm caused by your lover's tongue!!! Only a woman will understand what that means. And much more to follow. I closed my eyes and savored the orgasm, while he softly kissed my boobs and my eyes and face. Yet, his hard and erect cock brushing my slit. The orgasm plateau gave me several lower and lower shocks of pleasure. I am sure he could see my pussy mouth opening and closing, while trying to extract maximum pleasure from this assisted masturbation. I rested, may be five minutes. I opened my eyes and told him with quivering thin and soft voice, "Thanks. Thanks for this. Oooooh. I needed that. Very badly." He just nodded and said, "Don't even mention it. This is the appetizer only. I will fuck you repeatedly and mercilessly all night tonight. I have still not started to enjoy your cunt. Just keep that enthusiasm intact." My senses were coming back. I realized that I could not keep that door shut indefinitely. How long can that bath be??? I controlled my self and stood up n wobbly feet and said, "Come let me give you the bath." He quickly re-adjusted the make shift shower cap on my head and I took the initiative. I wanted to be naughty. I stepped forward held the base of his erect cock and pulled him towards the bathroom and said, "Your cock has now been seized. You are under cock arrest. " He smiled and walked into the bathroom. As he walked under the shower, he pulled me under it too and embraced me ad kissed my forehead and whispered, "Khuku, I am actually in love with you. That is why I want to make love to you and not fuck you." I kissed him back and told him honestly, "I too am in love with you. But, I want to be fucked. Atleast tonight." I quickly took the shampoo, and applied it on his unruly hairs and washed his hairs. Then I started to apply soap over his body. As I did that, I could see that the cold water had cooled his ardor and his cock was now down from full attention to an easy look. I left his crotch for the last and applied soap on his legs and in his butt crack. And washed the soap away. Finally, I reached the favorite part of his body. His crotch. I knelt in front of him and applied soap under his crotch and then on his balls, one by one. Finally, I applied soap n his cock from outside. And then pulled his foreskin back completely and applied soap on his ridge. I hissed and said, "Aaoooow. That is very nice. Ssssss.' Seeing tha the liked it, I did that several times. His cock started rising to the occasion. I washed his cock under the flowing water and then, without any ado, I kissed his cock and sucked the tip into my mouth. I let my tongue swirl his cock tip, with his foreskin pulled back. He bent backwards and grunted with pleasure. He caressed my head from above my shower cap. I went on sucking that dick and with my right hand started to masturbate his cock by moving his foreskin forward and back quickly while the cock was inside my mouth. His cock became hard again, notwithstanding the cold water. I could make out, he would not take too long to come. And his balls were swollen. I realized that his balls were perhaps full of semen. He pulled back and pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth. When he stopped kissing me, he said, "That semen has to go inside your hot pussy. Not in your mouth. Atleast now." His naughtiness normally never ends that soon. Not so expectedly, he decided that my slit was filled with pussy juices and had to be cleaned for' feminine hygiene". He hoisted m onto the bathroom basin slab and made me squat on top of it and he used his palms to stream some water onto my slit. With his other hand he spread my slit apart and started to clean the juices out, with his tongue!!!! All the way from start of the folds of flesh just below my navel till my anus. I pleaded to be let go, "Pleeeease don't do tht. That is toooooo good. Aaaaaah. Stop. Stop. Pleeeeease." I had to hold onto the taps on the wash basin, so as to ensure that the pleasure did not make me fall over. When he was through with his latest bout of naughtiness, I climbed down and we decided that he has had a long bath (in so far as my Mother was concerned and it was time to emerge from the room.) He took the towel down and said, "You first dry me up and then I will wipe you dry!!" I took the towel on my hands and walked behind him ad in a surge of affection for him, I hugged him from behind. As I was hugging him and laying my turned face on his bare wet back shoulder, my hand stayed on to his now flaccid cock. I toyed with it and my other hand started to cup his balls. He said, "What are you upto now??" "Shhhhhh. . . .," I said and continued playing with his cock. I held his foreskin and pulled it back all the way and then teasingly I pulled it back over his cock tip. He protested and again said, "What are you upto?????" "Just keep quiet. Will you. I have taken over your cock and it belongs to me. I will play with it as long as I like. Okay?" Soon I was nearly shagging him and his cock was getting to slowly rise and get hard. He then pleaded, "Khuku. As an elder brother I am requesting you that I want to keep that enormous amount of semen reserved for your cunt. Why are you hell bent on making me come before that?" I realized, he meant it. Besides my cunt needed that nourishment. I stopped and kissed him on his back and proceeded to wipe him dry. II walked around and dried his cock and balls as well. Then it was his turn to dry me. He took all the time to softly wipe my boobs one by one and then wiped my back and my crack from behind me. Then he squatted in front of me and made me stand with slightly parted legs and he wiped my legs from bottom down till my crotch. Finally he came to my pussy. He was extra soft with my pussy ands left is nearly damp. He kissed me several times and finally kissed me on my pussy and we walked out of the bathroom. He proceeded to get into a fresh underwear ad then slipped into a pair of Bengali pajama and Kurta, while I had to look for my clothes strewn all over the room ad slip into them. Then I proceeded to the dresser and quickly set my hairs right and whispered t him that he should take another ten minutes before he emerged from the room. "I better go out and bitch like hell to Ma. I must complain that you took far too long and I had to needlessly wait for you t call for your clothes. Now that you have asked for your clothes, I have passed them in and come out of the bedroom" He nodded and I came out the room and went about my plan with my Mother. After ten minutes Mintu emerged from the room and had small talk with my Mother. While I went about planning how to get to be in the room with Mintu. And get mercilessly fucked and fucked and fucked. I fantasized that Mintu would have so much semen in his balls that it would start to drip out of my cunt hole, and I would feel it dripping down my thighs while I walked!!! As the evening progressed my Father returned from work and had his quota of small talk with Mintu. The talk came down to what plans Mintu had of getting a job for himself. Mintu said, "I have some campus offers coming up. I expect I will get one of them." As the evening wore n, MIntu asked my Mother, "Pishee, ayee dushtoo meye taa kee korbay akhon?? MBA koray akhon baadi boshay thakbay nakee? ("Aunt. What will this naughty girl do after having completed her MBA? Sit at home and twiddle her thumbs?") My Mother replied, "Who will give her a job? Once you get a job, you get her a job. Then the two of you, the brother and sister can stay in the same place and work. Then I will look for a god groom for her and get her married." My heart raced at this proposal of staying with Mintu. But I protested, "Ma. Aaamee biye tiye aakhon korbo naa. Aaar amee Minru's shathey thaktey parbo naa. Aaatow jalaye naa??" ("Mom I have no marriage plans at the moment. And I can't stand staying with Mintu. He really bugs me.") My brother joined in to the conversation and soon dinner was served. As dinner was proceeding, I played my move and announced, "Ma, I will sit on the roof with Mintu for while and chat with him. And then may be we will continue the chat in his room." My Mother replied, "I don't know what you guys do?? Once you hate his face. Then you must chat with him all night!!" My Dad spoke knowingly, "They are so close in age. Leave them be." As dinner finished, Mintu went to his room to brush his teeth and I went into my bedroom and changed into a wrap around lunge (like a wrap around long skirt) and a short loose Kurta (Indian top). It had gold colored metal buttons in the back and a deep plunging neck line. Not the best as night wear, but certainly good for teasing a boy friend. I gathered my hairs with a large plastic clip. I knew that Mintu liked to be tantalized and love tantalizing me when he stripped me naked. Also, he liked my hairs free while fucking. Under Mintu's strict instructions, I did not wear my bra or panty. I rubbed in significant amounts of Avon Cream perfumes into my boobs, arm pit and crotch. Confessions Of A Brother Fucker Then as I emerged, I suggested to Mintu in front of all the family, "Are you coming up to chat or will you leave me alone and let me catch some sleep?" He got up and walked bye me and pulled a bunch of my hairs as he walked up the stairs. I yelped "Aoooooooch. What is this??? You can't do this Mintu? Ma??? Please tell him not to bother me!!" I too walked up the stairs. Mintu did not waste time and said, "Khuku. I want you to fetch the Nivea Cream bottle and your lipstick and come back quickly." I walked down the steps and went into my bedroom and picked these up and also picked up my light shawl. I hid these items under my shawl and walked up telling my Mother, "It is slightly windy upstairs." We stood side by side at the edge of the roof and looked out at the light up Calcutta and the sparse clouds and just enjoyed the peace and calm and the now dying noise of traffic about 200 meters away. Once in a while Mintu slipped his arm around my waist and drew me closer. I would respond to it once in a while by lowering my hand and patting his now half erect dick. As it cam closer to 11 PM, the servants retired and there was total peace. Mintu then said, "I am leaving tomorrow. We have only one night to make love. And then I am gone. I want to talk to you seriously tonight before we go into my room and we make love till we collapse. And I can get to sleep the night in your naked arms nestling my face in between your lovely breasts." I understood that he was serious. I brushed my lips over his chin and said, "Yes go ahead." For nearly five minutes, he kept quiet. I was getting worried, that he might inform that he was loosing interest in me and my sex. He said, "Khuku. You are my sister. I am your brother. Yet I am in love with you. I don't know about you. But I am." I was startled and I responded what I truly felt for him, "I too am deeply in love with you. I know that making love with ones brother is taboo. But, I can't live without you." "Is it because I satisfy your sexual needs? Is it because you love getting fucked that you are saying so? Or is that a measured and valued statement you are making?" Mintu asked. "No. Whether you fuck me or not. Whether you agree to marry me or not. I am not marrying any on else. I love you and my view will remain so," I added. Mintu remained quiet for a while and then spoke, "Khuku. We can't get married the conventional way. But we can live with each other. In the same city and find ways and means of living with each other." He slowly embraced me. I hugged him tight. Perhaps a tear or two escaped my eyes. I sniffled a little. He kissed me on my forehead. I was determined to address the problem and added, "Mintu, I am willing to speak to my parents. That will cause a huge furor. I don't care. I will leave my home. But it will hit you too. After all, my Mother will talk to Mamababu, you Dad." "Yes. She will. Then first of all I must get my job outside Calcutta and away from Delhi too. Then I can try and get you a job in the same city. After that you can leave home after telling them what our plans are. So that the family pressures do not get to both of us. That way, when our families kick us out, we will have each other to live with, love and comfort," Mintu said. I nodded my agreement with the plan. I wrapped my arms around Mintu and he leant and kissed me on my forehead and then on my cheeks and lips. It was nearly mid night. In order that we don't loose the night to pure emotion, I decided to go downstairs into his bedroom for a night of endless love and satisfaction. I suggested, "Why don't we go down to your bedroom?" As I shut the door, my Mother asked from her bedroom, "Khuku?? Shut the door properly. Okay?" "Okay," I said. Mintu had walked into the room. I took the special precaution and popped my head into my Mother's bedroom and walked to my Mother (who was awake) and whispered, "Ma. Mintu wants to chat all night." My Father was fast asleep. Snoring. It flashed through my mind that while my Mother was nearly 54, how com she did not get fucked?? I shut the door behind me and walked into Mintu's room. He was pottering around near his wardrobe. He looked back and said, "Just go to your room and get one of your small and tight your hair bands." I did not question. I quickly ambled across and got the smallest hair elastic bands I could get and returned. As I walked in, Mintu quickly walked across to the door and bolted it close. I placed the bottle of Nivea cream and the lipstick on the dresser. I saw he had taken out that small can marked, "Stud 100" and the massager out and had kept them neatly on the dresser too. I turned around and faced him. Mintu walked near me and softly planted a kiss on my forehead and said, "We are going to make love tonight. And then fuck." I just nodded my head slightly and shut my eyes for a while. Mintu shut all the lights except the table lamp and then steered me near the dresser in front of the mirror and said, "Open your eyes. See how you are slowly kissed. And then your boobs are played with. And then take your Kurta off. How your boobs get caressed and licked and sucked. I want you to see how you enjoy all that and you purr with pleasure." I did not answer. I just made that agreeable noise, "Mmmmmm." I stood facing the mirror. He stood just behind me. He intertwined his fingers into my fingers and slowly took control over my hands. He said, "This wide neck Kutra is good. I can kiss your shoulders ad neck easily." As he planted kiss after kiss on my shoulder and neck, I purred with delight. He then started to caress my arms from both the sides and took his hands up till my neck and shoulder. As he did that, he suggested, "Move your head and take out all the pleasure you can. I want you to enjoy." I bent my head in any direction that gave me maximum pleasure. His hands came up and stated to move the Kurta as far he could down my shoulder to kiss more of my now sensitive skin. I whispered, "Just undo the Kutra buttons, please. Take my neck and shoulder. Pleeeeeease." Mintu took his time. He did not heed what I said. After nearly another five minutes of my pleading, deliberately and choosing his time he slowly undid one of my buttons. And then another and another. Till all the buttons were undone. Softly he returned to kissing my shoulder. His hands remained busy moving my Kurta to better kiss my neck and shoulders. I was truly getting hot. I turned my face to the right and whispered, "Kiss my mouth, please." He planted one kiss on my lips and then took of the plastic hair clip and loosened my hairs and said, "I want to smell your hairs." He dipped his nose into my hairs and sniffed and than caught my face and turned it to the right and started to kiss my mouth. His left hand was playing with my hairs and the right holding my face in place for him to start to part my willing lips and slowly stick his tongue into my mouth. In seconds my mouth was open and I was sucking his upper lip while he was sucking my lower lip. He was making a humming noise, "Hmmmmm." While I was letting out small pleading noises, "Nnnnn." His hands moved to caressing my shoulders and arms, while h stuck his tongue into my mouth and explored my mouth from inside. The sweet nectar of his mouth was inside mine. I could feel the warmth of his manliness in the smell in his mouth and the warm breath caressed my face. When we disengaged, I whispered, "Take off your Kurta." And I helped him peel it off. He was wearing no vest. He was bare bodied now. His dark nipples were crinkled up and he looked excited. With no delay, I inserted my fingers under his waistband and fished out the draw string of his Indian pajamas. He protested, "Stop. Stop. Let me time it . . ." Before he could finish I had pulled the draw string and the pajama fell down in a heap near his ankles. I gasped when I saw the massive swelling that could be seen caused by his erection he was having below his underwear. I said, "Wow. That looks really big and hot." He did not respond. He just caught me and spun me around and made me face the mirror and then went back to his fantasy. Whatever it was. I was ready and hot any way. He kissed me again and again on my neck and shoulders and caressed my naked back through the open flaps of my Kurta. He said, "Lift your hairs and hold them up with both your hands. I want to kiss the back of your neck." I did that. He kissed me on the back of my neck and while he was doing that, he slowly slipped his hands to my front and started to trace the contours of my breasts. He was starting to caress my breasts. I tried to bring my hands down. He ordered, "Hands up. I want them there. I will control you." Saying that he cupped each of my boobs with his palms and said, "They have become smoother, bigger and creamer, with my prescription." I hummed with pleasure, "Hmmmm." He said, "After I leave I want you to continue with this treatment. I want your boobs smoother, bigger and creamier." I could see his hands playing with my boobs and enjoying them. My excitement was making my legs tremble and I hoped that soon he would run out of his steely reserve and take off my clothes and ravish me in a hurry. I could feel my pussy juices welling up in my folds and nearly streaming down my thighs. Mintu said, "Move your hands. I want your hands above your head, so that I can kiss ad eat your boobs. As much as I like." As I moved my hands down, he pulled my Kurta down my hands and flung it away. I raised my hands and held my hairs up looking prettier and more vulnerable. In that position, my nipples were pointing up and the boobs were open and vulnerable. I stood looking squarely into the mirror. His hands now had a free playground. All over my flanks, my stomach and my neck. His kisses were hot and landing in a rather deliberate manner on my neck and my eyes and my face while his hands caressed every part of my naked body. I asked him "Why don't you set your cock free?" Between kisses, he mumbled, "Lat me enjoy you. Bitch." I took the matter one step further and whimpered, "Let me enjoy too!!! I want to kiss you and caress you too. Let us face each other and look at ourselves side ways." I added, "I want you to see what you look like in your passion." Mintu slowly changed his position and we faced each other. I wrapped my arms around Mintu's torso and gave him a tight hug and kissed him lightly on his Adam's apple, while he kissed me on my head through my hairs. His love became more urgent and he was becoming rougher. He was lifting me off the floor and kissing me all over. I returned is passion kiss for kiss and my urgency matched his. Yet, he controlled his desire to take me right there and then. Mintu suddenly slowed down and stopped. I feared that he had ejaculated already. But, no!!! HE hadn't. He whispered, "Let me take off your Lungee, and make you completely naked." He looked down. I stood still trembling with anticipation as he slowly and deliberately fished out the string that is tied at the waist to hold the Lungee in place. And pulled the bow. The Lungee loosened at my waist. He then pulled the folded tie in the Lunge end opened out its folds. I could feel the cool ai enter and caress my thighs. He said, "I am dropping it!" And he did. "What are you doing?" escaped my lips and my hands moved involuntarily moved to cover my wet and dripping bald pussy. As if he had never seen me naked. That was the woman in me. He suggested, "Take my cock out. And feel it!!" I was literally shaking with desire. Yet, I made it appear that I was reluctant to feel his cock. He gently held my wrists ad placed my hand on his bulge. It was warm and pulsating. I whimpered, "Please. Don't make me feel that cock. Please." He understood that I was being a hussy. He lifted both his hands and grabbed both my tits and lightly squeezed them both and warned, "You want to be beaten before you take my cock out?? Would you like to b tied to that chair with your legs wide open and fucked mercilessly??" "No, no. Please!!?? I am so ashamed. I am not a hussy." Mintu gave one stronger squeeze to my tits. I squealed with slight pain and shook my head and let him know my feeble protests. He caught my right hand and lifted the elastic band of his underwear and placed my hand on his erect cock inside his shorts. He now got stern ad ordered, "Take that off now!!!" He let his right hand off and caught m by a bunch of my hairs and gave one tug and said, "Take that undie off. I want you to caress that cock." I knew he understood that I was play acting. And that if he wanted to, he could actually tie me to the bed eagle spread and fuck me as much as he wanted. I did not wait any more. I did not want him o change his plans for fucking me. Seemingly reluctantly,, making weeping noises, I lowered my other hand and pulled his undie down and let his cock free. I gasped and again said, weepily said, "Wow. Your cock is very big and fat. I cant take this in me. My pussy will burst apart. It will kill me!!!" Mintu ordered, "Sit down and pull that undie off. You will be fucked with this cock only. You better kiss it and suck it to put some of your spit on it to make it smoother!!" "No. Please. I am good girl. I have never been fucked before. Please." He pulled me by my hair and made me sit. I pulled his undie down completely and helped him step out of it. His cock was really big now. Certainly bigger and fatter than I last remembered. He held his cock near my mouth and said, "Open your mouth and suck it!!" I shook my head and pleaded, "No. Please. This is dirty. This is cock. You piss from this. Please." Soon, (since I actually wanted to suck his cock) I opened my mouth and slowly took the tip of his cock in to my mouth and started to suck it softly. "Like a lollipop, bitch. Suck it!!!" For the next few minutes I sucked and took out his pre-cum and got the taste of his real and urgent sex. "Cup my balls in your palm and see how much semen I have in them for your pussy tonight." I cupped his warm balls ad looked up. He said, "How many fucks!!!" I answered, "Atleast six girls can be filled up with this much of semen." He then pulled e up ad made me stand up ad then asked, "Is it fatter and bigger than before or not?" I smiled, since my horseplay was over and he was asking me seriously and said, "It is really fatter. I have to check it inside me to see if it is better!!" "My prescription works." He said, "Actually fucking every day is way better. I will fuck you every day and night. Bitch" While I was saying this he lifted me by my waist and slowly slid hid hard cock between my legs and then lowered me. I stood on tip toes for the cock to be placed sliding over my wet slit. I could see myself, looking as if I was being fucked, with his cock disappearing between my legs in the mirror from the side. He gave me some very slow slides of hs cock in and out of the slit. I hissed and said, "Take me to the bad. Lay me." He simply lifted me up and carried me to the bed and placed me there. He then told me, "No naughtiness. I what I want to do. No acting funny okay??" I kept quiet t see what unfolded next. He quickly picked up the bottle of Nivea cream and climbed onto the bed and then poured out some quantity n his palm. He rubbed his palms together and slowly climbed to sit astride my stomach, kneeling. His cock was strong and erect waving between my boobs. His balls were touching my stomach. He said, "Tomaar maeeyey cream diiye maalish korbow." ("I will now give you a boob oil massage." All I could say was a bashful, "Eeeeesh." He slowly applied the deep cream all over my swollen and large bobs and then started rubbing the cream into the organ in soft slow and circular motions. It was pleasurable. I only squealed with small whoops of appreciation. Pretty soon he came t5o applying more cream on my areola and then applied cream o my nipples, pinching them between two fingers and pulling them up. I loved it. It was exciting me more and more. I pleaded, "Let me caress your cock, please." He did not answer. I knew what that meant, that I could go ahead. As the boob massage proceeded, I played with his cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth in slow erratic movements and hissing with pleasure, "Sssssss." I could see he was enjoying both, messaging my boobs and my playing with his cock. Several times he, stopped massaging my boobs and softly cried out, "Aaaaaah. I love it." I suggested to him, "Fuck my boobs. Let me hold my boobs closer to each other. And you fuck them." I left hic cock alone and caught my boobs with both my hands and held his cock between them, and whispered, "Fuck them. They are naughty. They deserve to be fucked." He slid forward and masturbated his cock with my boobs. Each time the cock came near my mouth, he suggested, "Open the mouth and let the cock go in." But, suddenly he stopped and said, "Stop. Let me fuck your mouth properly." Saying that he got off from his perch and stood next to me and raised my shoulders up with two pillows and let my head hang back. Once that position was taken, he climbed the bed again and knelt near my head, with his cock ready to enter my mouth. He took some cream onto his finger tips and then said, "Catch my cock and take it into your mouth. I will fuck that mouth of your." As I caught his cock and took it into my mouth, he leant over and started to apply cream on my pussy lips from all around it. He was being a deft masseur. The bastard knew my G spot!!! I almost screamed (and controlled it, else my Mother may hear and come rushing over) "Aaaaaah.Aaaaawww. Oooooooh." He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and I got muffled. Understanding that I was getting into a pre-orgasmic frenzy, he doubled his ministrations and went directly for my clit. In the next 30 seconds, I broke into a massive orgasm. "O-Maaaaa. Hmmmmmmm. Amaaaayey meray phaaaal. Mintu. Mintu. Mintu. Aaaaaah.Aaaaawww. Oooooooh." (Oh Mother. Hmmm. Kill me with this orgasm. Mintu. Mintu. Mintu") In order to make me come stronger, he forced me to open my thighs wide open and played directly with my clit. I thrashed from side to side, tried to clasp and unclasp my legs, holding his hand and fingers between my thighs. I almost bit into his cock that was pounding my mouth. The orgasm prolonged and I was turning mad. He lifted himself up and slowly walked across to the other side of the bed. Without waiting a second and with mercy for my pussy mouth opening a closing as shudder after shudder passed through my spine, he pulled all the pillows and placed them in a pile and pulled my legs up and placed my hips over the pillow. My pussy was now raised high up, with my legs dangling down from the pillows. He picked up the massager and plugged it in. I was afraid that he would just insert the rubber massager. And whispered, "Not this. Please. That will tear me up." He said, "Shut up you stupid woman. If you talk, I will put it in." He then held both my legs and made me cross them and said, "I want you to clasp your thighs together, while I masturbate you with this massager." He began caressing my raised mound and ordered, "Play with your boobs." As I started enjoying the attention he was giving my mound, he switched on the massager and started t massage the top of the slit. Waves of pleasure passed through my crotch. I hissed, "Sssssss." He whispered, "Tighten your thighs and masturbate. Flex your muscles. Raise your hips and get that shattering orgasm that I want from you. Come on." The massager moved directly onto my slit, trying to invade my clit, while I was trying very hard to bring on the orgasm that he wanted me to have. My tightened the butt muscles and relaxed them alternately with no pattern. The only demand was pleasure. More pleasure.