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Riya and Rudra

By: rudrdutt



"Tell me where do you like me to rub." I said nothing just turned my face away and moaned lightly. He pushed his middle finger on my opening but It hurt. 

"Ssssssssss ," I moaned and he brought his finger back to my clitoris. His finger against my skin back and forth, back and forth. If only I could let him take me ...my mind was still in a flummox. If only this could culminate into something substantial. For now I pushed the thought to the back of my head. Let me just enjoy this ... Goddddd!.....let me just enjoy this, without guilt or regret. 

He was a smart ass my brother. Just how he had tricked me into this...again. This had happened before when I was in high school. But not now, now I was 32, unmarried and still a virgin. I have never been with any man in my life. Yes of course, except for him. What would be the consequences of this? I wasn't anymore in high school now. But there was always this thing in the back of my head that this wasn't altogether a sin. 

I had been adopted when I was little, so although I felt bad about had happened all those years ago and what I was doing right now, I didn't exactly consider it carnal. At around seven his mother had adopted me, right after my parents had been killed in an accident and so this was the family I called my own now and though unrelated I called Rudra, my brother. Most people now didn't even know that we were not related.

"Ahhhhh." He wet his finger on my vagina and dragged it right back to my clitoris creating little round circles of madness. The thing about him was he was very tender with me. He had never forced me into anything. He would always ask. His love was a strange kind, he protected me, even from himself and though I have felt love in life, sadly it has never lived up to my expectations. I didn't know back then that only he could love me the way I wanted to be loved. Having lived as sibling and we had spent more time together than most married people and so shared better understanding of each other. He could never see me getting hurt. He would die before doing that to me. I know that now as plain as I know I am alive and breathing.

An hour ago every bone in my body was aching and when he offered to give me a massage I accepted but only reluctantly. I never feel comfortable in his proximity, perhaps because I know what it's going to end up in and I live in a world where this is seen as taboo, a sacrilege, where all of us would be better off believing that this happens only as a result of lust and animal instincts and never love. I'm not too sure of how I feel about it either, for I feel beholden to ma for bringing me into her house and bringing me up as her own. She is the only mother I have ever known. I can't do anything to hurt her and that makes how I feel about Rudra, even worse.

I wore a floral nighty and yes I do not wear anything underneath when I'm home. He made me lie on the mattress on the floor. First, on my stomach. He started to massage and because I could hear ma in the kitchen it felt like a reassurance that I wouldn't lose control and nothing weird would happen. He rubbed my shoulders over my nighty then rubbed all the way down my back. He said I had a lot of tension along my spine and that, that never was a good sign. He's very good at this, yoga and tantra are his forte, someone you could call an old soul. 

"Yes," I replied. "I haven't been feeling that well lately." He hasn't married either although he has a lot of girls vying for his attention. I've been getting sick very frequently for the past few months and that is why his offer of a massage is a welcome thought.

"You have a lot of pent up emotions," he said, "and this is how they're getting out," his hand went over my behind. Did I tell you I have a big one and I feel even he is very taken up with it. So when his hands roved freely on my booty I felt my tentacles raise. But then he moved them to my thighs and down to the back of my knees, my calves and my feet. He started to press all the pressure points and I began to relax.

"Tell me when you're ready for dinner," Ma hollered from the kitchen.

"Okay," we replied in unison.

"This happens when you have emotions that you're not addressing and these come out as backache and things like that. Depending on the intensity of your emotions they can cause diseases sometimes as well." 

"I don't have any pent up emotions," I replied. He asked me to turn around then and now I lay on my back.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"Yes of course," was my pert reply.

He rubbed my arms pressed my shoulders back and that helped my ailing nape. He put his hands together palm down on my chest just below my heart and pressed me till my pubic bone. 

That felt good. He did this a few more times, then concentrated mostly on my lower stomach and my legs. He pressed my pubic bone and it didn't raise my hackles as he was being very professional.

But what was he doing now my heart began to beat rapidly. He was cupping my pubic bone in his palm and exerting light pressure. Ummmmmhhhhhh I moaned internally. He rubbed in circles and two of his fingers struggled with my thighs to grant him more access to my private part. I felt my thighs twitch and give him his access. I closed my eyes just giving into the feeling. I could hear sounds of the TV from Ma's room. He parted my pussy lips over my nighty and felt the wetness. 

He let his middle finger rest length wise in my pussy for a few seconds rubbing slowly back and forth but not really lifting it at all. He now moved it from side to side making a little valley to nestle his finger in my pussy. I kept my eyes closed just so it would keep the world with its do's and don'ts out of my mind. All these years of abstaining myself from him, had only made me lust after him even more. I wanted to enjoy this "Ummmmmm," I so wanted to enjoy this.

"All those pent up feelings are because of lack of a sexual life all this time. Do you remember how happy you used to be as a kid. Let me help you, as I did then," he whispered thickly, rubbing my pussy all the time.

My only reply were my hyperventilating lungs. I moaned again aloud and his other palm came to cup my breast and I tried to remember when he had touched it last. I couldn't remember, it had happened so long ago. His hand trembled over my boob and his warmth did strange things to me. He would press and then hug my breast with his hand. My nipple hardened and rubbed against my nighty. He felt it too and immediately his thumb began to circle it. He breathed and took it in his mouth over my nighty biting tentatively. My back arched towards him and I pulled his head towards my breast. My pussy released more of its juices and it flooded the little valley he had created for his finger inside my pussy.

"Awww baby," he crushed my mouth under his. We had never had a lip kiss. He dived right into my mouth every chance he got like he wanted his tongue to get a taste of my soul. It brought a tear to my eye. How long had it been? Years, I remembered. We had trailed off right after my graduation because that was the time I had developed a sense of right and wrong. I scoffed at myself now. 

His tongue snaked its way into the deep recesses of my mouth as if trying to recall all the nuances. It was sweet and minty and I wondered whether he had planned this in advance. I couldn't be sure, our tongues did their forgotten dance and his hand cupped then squeezed my pussy in his palm. I heard him moan too and felt my arms go around him, hugging him to myself. I had kept him at bay without a second thought to his needs. 

"I love you," I whispered 

"I love you too," he groaned.

He lifted my nighty and after a decade I felt his hand against my skin more precisely his finger next to my vaginal opening. This is where it belonged, this was exactly where it belonged, I realized without a doubt and closed my eyes. I would let him do as he pleased, for a change I would safeguard his interests. What was love if it didn't come at a sacrifice? Hadn't he been almost celibate all this while being a grown man of 38. He had never been with anyone else. From now on I would let him do as he pleased with me, I would be his slave, I smiled.

"Ahhh," I moaned in pain. He wanted to put his finger inside my hole, only I was so tight and untouched down there, my vagina wouldn't allow it. We both smiled at each other. The thing with him was I didn't have to talk, only a shared glance and we would understand what the other was thinking. Maybe it was a past life thing, who could say. Maybe we were husband and wife in a previous life. I smiled again and my heart skipped a beat. What if we could be that now? My heart drummed its appreciation back at me, but how? That would never be possible and I decided to keep the thought to myself. I knew how he was. If I let him know this he would either move mountains to fulfill my desire or never forgive himself for not fulfilling it.

I could feel him rubbing my pussy with his two fingers round and round. I breathed with difficulty. I have asthma I know but this certainly wasn't happening because of it. 

"Kiss me." And he was back at my lips.

"Aren't you going to have dinner," ma hollered back from her room and we looked at each other, a look that said... to be continued later. He flicked my nighty down and helped me stand. Dinner time it was. 

Mid way through the meal I realized I was in a happier frame of mind more chirpy than I had been in a long time. I had long forgotten my woes back at work. He was right this is exactly what was missing from my life. I pushed him out of my life...my only confidante...how could I have been happy. He was the one I shared the biggest secret of my life with.

Ma took a long time to sleep and by then my pussy throbbed like my heart had slipped down into my vaginal cavity. I slowly crept out of bed and went to my brother's room. His room is on the second floor. It was less likely for ma to hear us there so I tiptoed my way up to his room. I have a room there right next to his and we share a bathroom, that was my means of escape whenever mother chanced upon our action when we were young. I had only rarely used it in the past 12 years and only during the day hours for the obvious reason. But today was a different day ...I smiled.

When I went into his room it was dark. Had he slept already? My smile faded. He was in bed with his arm over his eyes. I stood near his bed and my eyes prickled at once. Had today meant nothing to him? Did I not mean what I had meant to him earlier? He removed his arm almost feeling my presence and sat up at once.

"What's wrong?" He inquired of me. I turned my face away and he caught me below my arm. "Wait". We looked at each other. " I didn't mean to hurt you." He paused as if organizing his thoughts. "I don't know what I was thinking. This isn't right," his face was in anguish. I'm destroying you. This has no future , for us, for you and yet I feel so attracted to you, I ...I," he trailed off dipping his chin in defeat.

"You will one day marry and your husband will think you've been sleeping around and I will not be able to tolerate that and yet if I am with you now, I don't know whether I'll be able to stop myself from doing the worst to you." He was thinking aloud. I lifted his face and saw tears moisten his eyes. It was my turn to speak now. 

"You're not doing anything ...that I don't want u to."

I put my lips on his and slipped my hands inside his shirt. It was unbuttoned at the top and only two buttons below kept it together. Warmth oozed from his hairy chest. He was sleekly built very unlike me. I had been thin once but at 32 far from it, and I wondered what he would think of me now. My heart skipped a beat.

He was the only one who had seen me naked and the only one I had no qualms of showing myself to. He groaned and pulled me roughly to himself and into his bed ...our bed. Unbuttoning my nighty he slipped it off my shoulders. I remember the only time he was rough with me was when he lost control and right now he had. I smiled inwardly.

He pressed my boob, "You're beautiful," he said. I felt ashamed. I was overweight now although the extra pounds I had gained were luckily in all the right places. There was a time I was beautiful but once we drifted apart I had lost interest in my looks. He pushed the nighty away from my belly. I had gained a little extra weight over my midriff and there was a small bump on my belly that looked kind of sexy. I looked freshly pregnant and my pussy twitched as naughty thoughts flashed through my mind. Maybe it would put ideas in his head ...but how? I wished it again. Both of us alone on an island perhaps where no one knew we had been brought up as siblings. We could marry and raise a family. I pushed the thought away. I felt guilty thinking of the world, thinking of ma. 

He smiled. "You've been really happy living away from me...packing up pounds," he rubbed my belly. I slapped his hand away. "Don't get annoyed. You know it turns me on when you are and I need to keep control more so now than I had to before because now I know exactly where everything goes," he laughed.

"Hush , ma will hear you," I whispered. His finger slipped into my pussy and I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes.

"I love the way you close your eyes when I do things to you." I smiled. He didn't know it was my way of blocking the world out. Right now I wanted to enjoy every bit of what he was doing to me ... chick chick chick his finger went in and out my pussy lips. It was the most erotic sound in the world and it made me hot. I felt the warmth rise in my neck then spread to my face.

"Ummmmmmhhhh," the sound rose from deep within my throat. He stopped. He never let me cum so soon. I know he would drag this on for almost half the night. 

"This isn't sex," he had told me once. "This is tantra. Hold on to that sensation in the pit of your stomach here," he had touched my uterus. "And picture it travel up your spine to the tip of the Sahasara. He had touched the top of my head. I know we are born together to give each other this experience. To free each other, to reach enlightenment and you are my soul mate. What else can explain this bond we share?" and back then I didn't believe most of what he said, perhaps ignorance was a reason and I was always a stubborn soul. 

I wanted to reach a conclusion on my own but now I knew in the pit of my stomach I knew he was right. He was my teacher and I his student. What he had done to me all those years probably didn't feel like sex because of this very reason. For it wasn't sex. It was something greater, perhaps that was why the world did not believe it for it was supernatural, beyond the comprehension of common logic, of worldly knowledge.

I felt all the warps in my head smoothen out. "I want to try something new." "Hmm," I kept my eyes closed just nodded and felt my heart flutter with excitement. "Now remember its only successful if the experience lasts forever not for a few seconds.

" Hasn't it already," I whispered. We've been apart more than ten years and neither have had sex elsewhere." 

"Always the lower soul ...trapped in the mundane material life," he said. "What I desire for you is beyond even your comprehension my sweet." His middle finger was slowly moving on my vaginal entrance. Needless to say I was profusely flooded. There was a chance that he might get his access now and I was so looking forward to it. I had only felt it once before when he had managed to press his little finger an inch inside me. I was expectant how this would feel.

"Sssss it hurts," I breathed.

"Maybe I should file my nail." I nodded again. I felt his weight lift off the bed and he was back with me in a minute. He rubbed his finger up and down getting it wet then he was slowly pushing it against my vaginal hole. I decided I would keep mum no matter how much it hurt for I wanted to feel this so much myself. I grimaced when I felt it inch away a cm a second slowly but steadily he pushed it all the way in and I heard a sound deep within his throat. When I opened my eyes to see, his eyes were closed.

"Oh babe you're so warm inside," I smiled and closed my eyes. I had begun to tremble as I always did. It was this uncontrollable trembling and this is when he knew he had made me completely lose my senses. Our eyes met simultaneously and we smiled. "I reckon you liked this," he gave his grin and I wanted to so pull him to myself and kiss. But then he would stop doing what he was right now and I wanted to feel this for as long as I was to live. I wondered if he liked it too. How was it that he hadn't once had sex with me, not once during all those times. He had kept his control. There was only one reason for it and I knew it, he protected me even from himself.

His finger moved inside me. "Ahhhhhhhhh," I moaned seductively and he kissed my mouth. 

"You like it."

"Hmmmmmmm....," I moaned and our mouths were one again. I wanted to feel his whole hand inside me. I wanted to right now feel the whole of him inside me, inside my womb, I sighed longingly. I love you, my heart cried. He had turned his finger upwards inside me and he rubbed it back and forth against the upper wall of my vagina. This is your Mooldhara Chakra, the seat of all sexual desires, the reason why we are together today. He touched it again and I felt an impulse rise in my spine and open my heart. I wanted to give myself to him completely without thought, to do as he pleased.

He rubbed against my vaginal wall back and forth back and forth and just as I felt a knot rise in my vagina he stopped. It was really frustrating and exciting at the same time. I did not want to feel the immediate guilt that I usually felt right after my orgasm so it was better that he prolonged it for as long as possible. We had come together after so long that I did not want to face the wall any time soon. 

"You only feel guilt when you think of it as sin," he had once told me when I had broached him with the subject. "Think of it as a means to an end, a necessary evil if you please. This in exchange for enlightenment is a small price to pay and if anytime you feel we should stop, then we will. And he had kept his word for the past 10 years.

And what had I achieved in all these years ...25 extra pounds, a bad back, always ailing and in a temper. He liked the noises that my juices made against his hand and right now he was creating a melody slop slop slop his whole hand was pressed and rubbing against my pussy ...slush slush slush. His hand was covered in my wetness and I wondered how hard all this had made him. I hadn't seen a male organ in all of twelve years. I had almost forgotten what it looked like now. 

I wondered how it would feel inside me, I smiled and took a deep breath. I wanted to feel it inside me and I so will now, I said to myself. He had his reasons for not putting it there, but now I had mine for putting it exactly where it belonged.

"Aren't you going to free willy." He chuckled.

"No, not yet." I want to play with you for a bit. He pressed his mouth against my breast holding it in both his hands. He swallowed it, biting slowly into the soft flesh. He pressed it again and it rose like Mount Vesuvius in his hands. I saw his mouth descend on my peak and he suckled it languidly. I didn't want to keep my eyes closed anymore. This was my world now, not the one beyond the walls of his room or his arms. 

"Your breasts have grown." He looked at me, "from fitting in the palm of one hand to not fitting it in either of them." He tried to fit my entire breast in his hands, "Na, I give up." He rocked it back and forth under his hand to watch it jiggle ...like jelly. "I missed ten years of their growth because of you," he pouted.

"I'll help you make up for them," I breathed. He was shaking both my breasts now. 


Riya and Rudra Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- A new day 

In the morning both of us had no time to pick up things from where we had left them last night. He was getting late for work and so was I. Besides, our sexual attraction was so, that we couldn't be upset with the other for long. We couldn't afford it. He looked apologetically at me across the breakfast table and I smiled back. We were back on track again ...that's all it took. Was he mad suggesting I marry someone else? Who could I have so much understanding with? No one. 

Thinking of the evening excited me so that I had to change my panties again. Ma was going to visit our farm for a week to check on the renovation and we would be home alone. Over the past 12 years this had happened often. Ma frequently had to visit our farm to keep things running smoothly. But all these times it never felt so pregnant with possibilities. When ma informed us of this over the table our eyes twinkled at each other. I would apply for leave as soon as I reached the university. 

In the car I took the seat next to his instead of sitting at the back and smiled my naughty smile. "Hi there stranger." He chuckled. Stealing a glance at the house he placed a kiss on my full lips and snuck his hand under my blouse to press my boobs then reluctantly diverted his attention to the car. He started ignition. 

"So applying for a leave," he had read my mind.

I sniggered, "You bet I am!"

He eyed me hungrily. "So if I get you pregnant you will keep the baby?" 

"Absolutely," I answered but didn't look at him. I was amazed that I felt shy of the subject when we had seen each other naked before and this is all I had thought about the past couple of years. 

" What about the people that are around us? They will never accept it."

"I haven't figured everything out yet. Aur kuch aap bhi socho na ...wo baby apka bhi to hoga ( "Why don't you think of that , isn't the baby going to be yours too?") I felt heat rise in my cheeks. I saw a pole rise in his pants to make a tent. I gently squeezed it to its delight, "Down boy! Don't lose any of that precious cum. I want it buried deep inside me," I said seductively.

He pushed my hand away. "Stop it," he smiled. "What are you trying to do to me?"

"Seduce you," I replied 

"Well you don't have to, I'm already seduced," he eyed me again. "Do you know anything about inbreeding. I read once that children born through such unions can have genetic disorders."

"Yes, I've heard," I replied. "But they are very rare in first generation siblings," I smiled at him. "But ....," I paused.

"But what?" he asked anxiously.

"But why do you ask, it's not like we're related or anything. Besides I have dreamed of this so many times now .... Me bearing your baby, if it doesn't happen, I'll die," my voice echoed the sorrow my heart felt.

He jumped on the breaks and took my face between his hands. "I would never, ever let something like that happen to you ...ever. "You know that ...you know that? ...say yes."

"Yes, I know." I pressed my body next to his and placed my head in the nook between his arm and shoulder and closed my eyes. "I know," and I heard him sigh with relief and start the ignition again. 

"What about the people who know us Riya? Everyone here knows, thinks, he corrected himself, we are siblings. What about them? What about ma?"

My heart sank hearing her name come up. I did love mother very much and so hadn't figured this one out either. 

"I don't know ...I just know I want you and want to spend the rest of my life with you." The words tore through my chest. "I don't know anything else," I shook my head in anguish. 

He pressed me against himself. "We'll figure something out baby, don't worry. But until we haven't I'll get you those birth control pills, on my way home today." 

My heart skipped a couple of beats. "Will you penetrate me today?" I asked in a little voice.

"Yes," he answered resolutely. I smiled inwardly. I knew he wouldn't, no he couldn't ever see me in pain. I kissed the side of his rough jaw. He hadn't shaved in ages. Perhaps I could do something about that.

"Have you thought about me these past few years," I inquired.

"Babe you're the only thing I've thought about these past few years," he threw my boobs a sideways glance. "Strutting about in those see through sarees (an Indian dress), wrapped snugly to your supple skin, your milky boobs literally falling out of those body hugging blouses. You did a good job of keeping me awake for nights on end. I've lost count of the number of times I've torn those sarees off you, ripped your blouses and petticoats and rammed myself into your virgin cunt," he threw me another hungry glance.

Copious amounts of juices leaked out of my pussy at this revelation and I began to wheeze. He looked at me now with knowing eyes. "Will you be alright?" he asked. I took an inhaler out of my purse and used it. "Do you want to come to my office today," he said with concern.

"That, I think will not be a good idea," I said between breaths. I bent against the dashboard to ease my breathing but it just wouldn't. He placed a warm palm in the middle of my back and it felt like the contact generated electric impulses that were conducted directly by my pussy. It made me cough for air. 

"Please don't touch me right now. I'll be alright in a bit," and after ten minutes my breathing began to ease. I closed my eyes and assumed my place back in his arms next to his warm body. I shivered at the warmth his body generated and his arm came around me. 

"Let me know if you don't feel well during the day, I'll come collect you," with that he dropped me at the university.

Evening went by in a jiffy. I had moved through classes almost in a trance like state ...luckily I do not make friends, which is why I was kept from making small talk and no one was able to prick the bubble I was in. 

I was almost thinking of taking a cab to reach home early when he parked his car right in front of me. I can't explain the smile that broke on my face but I can tell you the way my heart bloomed taking in his handsome face ...the mere hint of a dark stubble, his dark eyes glinting back at me like two jets fringed with thick long lashes under winged brows. He had a deep gash on one side of his forehead from an accident he had had a couple of years ago, that lent him a dark, foreboding look. But I loved it, no matter how dark it made him look, I knew I had his heart in the palm of my hands. So to see him first thing at the end of my work day was an answer to all my prayers.

I hopped into the front seat. "How were you today," he inquired.

"I was on cloud nine," my eyes twinkled at him. 

"How was willy? Did you have to pet him at all today?" 

He chuckled. "Ahh don't ask?"

"Did you get the pills?" 

He nodded.

"Should I pop one now?"

"Wait until we get home ...okay."

"Okay master!" He had just turned on the link road that would take us home early. It was a lonely dirt road that few in our direction took. He wanted to be alone with me, the thought gave me tickles down under, so I lifted my leg and sat astride facing him in his lap. 

"Whatttttt......." The car screeched to a halt. "Do you want us to have an accident," he threw a surprised look at me.

"No," I said lustfully, "I want to feel willy against my throbbing pussy." I unzipped his pants and tore my panties away, moved my hips from side to side adjusting my pussy pressing it as much as I could against willy. I heard him moan.

He parked the car under a tree. "Lest we have an accident and people see us in our incestual embrace. That waiting for twelve years has done you a lot of good," he said then pushed his head back against the seat and for a moment his eyes rolled into the back of his head. 

I undid the buttons on his shirt, opened the front of my blouse, "Undo my hook please," I whispered in his ear and when he did I pressed my naked boobs against his bare chest. The hair on his chest grazing against my soft nipples.

"Do you remember the first time I unhooked your bra?"

"Hmmmm," I said in a half moan. Willy had hardened so much I was worried it would enter me on its own without help from either me or him. 

"We were on the farm do you remember?" I nodded against the side of his neck 

"I had worn it on purpose."

"Why?"

"It was my first time ...and I wanted you to know, ma had got two of those for me. I had wanted you to unhook your present."

"How old were you then?"

"I was in senior year."

"Hmm you were a late bloomer," he chuckled. "Look at you now," he grabbed hold of my ample breasts, "Who would've known?" He rubbed his lips against my nipples, biting and sucking on them.

"So tell me , had you liked my bra?"

"The material was very soft but not as soft as your baby breasts! He planted a loving kiss on them one at a time. "I prefer them bare though."

"That's exactly why I always kept them bare whenever we were home together, so you could play with them every chance you got." 

"I remember it clearly. You rubbed your hand against my boobs, felt the whole outline of my bra and then you whispered into my ear. "Riya open it." I had lifted myself a few inches for you to get to my hooks but even then you dint know how. In the end you had slid the cups off my breasts. You loved to suckle on them," I gave a tiny shiver. "Do you know how to undo them now?" I had pictured myself dressing up in expensive lingerie for him and intended fulfilling my dream of being unwrapped by him.

"Just give me a break and don't wear them at all ...specially this week. It has come after twelve years. Let me savour your body the way I want to."

I laughed at that. "Do as you please." Ye jism ab apka hi hai ( "This body belongs to you alone now.") I felt his willy twitch at that.

We kissed each other and his mouth tasted minty fresh, perhaps I should take a cue from him and make my body taste just as good to him. His tongue flicked at the back of my throat and I loved the taste of it. Then he sucked on my tongue like he sucked on my nipples. Like babies suckle at mother's breasts. An image in my head flooded my pussy again. I was breastfeeding him on one side and our baby on the other. I inhaled sharply and he stopped kissing me to look into my flushed face. 

"You're so beautiful Riya, I've died a hundred deaths every time I imagined you in someone else's arms. Your breasts being mauled by your husband, you're virginity being taken by a stranger's phallus..." he shuddered at that.

"That will never happen, that will never happen my darling, I belong to you and only you." I assured holding him against the breasts he loved so much. 

Now I was lying in his bed, in a thin wispy satin nighty with my curves visible. As soon as we had got home both of us had run to our bathrooms to get ready for the night. After a long bath I had rubbed a fragrant oil all over my supple skin. Then poured it over my pussy and used my fingers to push the smell as far inside me as possible. When I went to his room he was still in his bath. 

"Where are those pills?" I asked. 

"Right on the table next to my bed," he replied.

"When should I have them?"

"Just take one just now." He hollered from under the shower.

I climbed into his bed under the covers and waited for him. I wondered whether he had taken a leave as well or not and from the response that my pussy gave I hoped that he had.

I had drifted a little by the time he came back. I got a whiff of his cologne when he climbed into bed next to me. He had shaved. His stubble always gave me rashes, so he had taken precautions. He dropped the towel and came under the covers stark naked, just the way I liked him. Our lips found each other and we kissed a passionate kiss. I began to tremble and wheeze thinking of the ultimate.

"Shhhhh," he whispered into my ear. "Easy, I won't do anything that you don't want me to."

"I know," my voice broke. "I know ...but it's been so long and we've never done this before. It's making me anxious.

"Then we don't have to do it," he said with certainty.

"Noooooo... I cut in...we do."

"We could do it tomorrow baby."

"No, today. We're going to do it today."

"Okay, okay he said. Calm down, just lie for a while. We'll take one step at a time okay," he let me rest in the crook of his arm and shoulder raking his fingers through my amber hair. My honey eyes filled with angry tears and began to run easily down my pale white cheeks. I had dreamed of this so many god dammed times. 

"I'm so angry with myself," I gave way to my frustration.

"There's no reason for you to be. I'm here and you're here. I will penetrate you." A breath caught in my throat again and he noticed. We were quiet for a while.

"Does it pain," I asked.

"Yes, a little in the beginning but then it becomes pleasurable."

"Have you done it before?"

"Yes. But virgins are very hard to come by," he laughed then froze. There was a pause. "We're not doing the right thing, Riya. I'm not doing the right thing. I should not be the one taking your virginity. It will spoil your chances of having a good marriage. I know guys. I know they put a lot of store by this kind of a thing. I can't take your virginity."

I sat astride him on his willy and looked into his eyes. "You are and you will and today," I said without a doubt in my mind. "I'm not going to marry, I love you, how can I marry someone else? Just a while ago you said you couldn't see me with anyone else, a stranger's phallus inside my virgin pussy." I argued my point.

He raked his hair frustrated and in confusion. He dragged a cigarette box from his bed side table and I helped him with a lighter. 

"You're not doing anything that I don't want bhaiya (brother)," he dragged on a cigarette in deep thought and moved his head from side to side.

"No, this is wrong...wrong," he placed a hand on his head and pressed hard. "What am I thinking?"

"Okay tell me who do you think should take my virginity. Someone who doesn't even give two hoots about me."

"Your husband will give two hoots about you," he said glaring at me, "or he will learn to."

"No one will want me the way you do. No one. Besides it's my virginity, don't I get to choose who takes it and who doesn't? Yes, I do and I want you to take it. I want the first time to be the best time and I can only trust you enough to know that with you will be the best time."

"Oh...God," he groaned in agony.

"Okay tell me did you give two hoots about those girls that you were talking about a while ago?" "Which girls?"

"That's exactly what I meant. They were strangers for you and so they did not matter. I will not matter to anyone else as I will to you. Please I placed my head against his chest. "You love me the way no one else will, please, or don't you want me either anymore," my lips drooped at the edges in sorrow.

He lifted my face at that, "Do you know why those girls didn't register, because I pictured you in their place the whole time. I love you. I will always want you and this taboo thing makes me desire you even more." 

He made me lie on my back then and my nighty was gone in a second. He kissed my mouth sucking my lips, my mouth, my tongue. He sucked hard on it, then blazed a trail of kisses down my throat to Mount Vesuvius. "I still can't get over how big they are now."

" Yea back then when you touched them last was when I was in class twelve, only eighteen." "Yea well you've starved me of them so long I feel like chewing them, and they taste just perfect. What is that taste?"

"That's an oil I bought in anticipation of this a few months ago when I watched the video that I told you about.

"Do you still have that video?"

"Yes."

"Show it to me in the morning. We'll make one of ours that you can watch." He would take my virginity then. Oh, I was so relieved and excited. "I have to go to the office day after, so you'll have something to do then, even if watching a video." 

"Don't talk of going away just yet. I've only just got you back and I want to cling to you and make up for lost time." I kissed his shoulder. "Lie on me," I asked him. 

How will I finger you if I'm lying on you babe?" His hand parted my fleshy thighs.

"Well you don't need to finger me now. Do you," I gave him my cat with a canary smile and he chuckled. 

"I like fingering you," he said close to my ear, "besides you're so tight I'm a little worried on whether you'll be able to take me inside you." I had given willy a few glances and he did look kind of grown up since the last time I had seen it. Besides I knew nothing about how far I could stretch. All I knew was that I wanted to, for my brother, no matter how much stretching it took and I felt another dam break somewhere deep inside me and flood my pussy gates. 

"I'll open for you I know." I whispered, my voice laced with desire, my sex wreaking with musty juices.

He gave me a passionate kiss at that. "Maybe we should give your cave a few fingering days as a precautionary measure, before I pull that on him," he glanced down at willy.

"No, no we're not, ...today."

"I'm worried I'll hurt you babe, why can't you understand that? It'll ruin our entire week ...."

"I don't want to wait anymore and I don't want to hear that again and argue over it, please," I said in frustration. Why were we whispering? Ma wasn't even home. But we were used to it ...price for pursuing things taboo. And by now I liked our ways and I stuck to whispering. "Please bhaiya I need this, I need you."

He sighed. "How long ago did you have your period."

Finally I had made some headway. "It's almost two weeks away so no worries." I declared triumphantly.

"Yes worries," he said at once. "Do you not know a woman is most fertile during this period? You're probably ovulating right now."

"But I'm on a pill, aren't I."

"Yea, a pill that you popped fifteen minutes ago. I don't want to knock you up, when we haven't planned the future yet.

"You will not," I said. "Don't worry. Now lie on me and free willy inside me. "usko meray andar khulla chor do ( set him lose inside me )," he grabbed a fistful of my hair and almost bit into my mouth when I said that. I had turned him on and I so loved this power I had over him. He lifted himself and sat aiming willy like a guided missile between my legs.

"Riya your hole is so tiny it's almost worrisome."

"Well no one used it ...so what can I say. You should have taken my virginity all those years ago. Better late than never though."

"Where's your oil?"

"It's in my room downstairs."

He climbed two steps at a time and was back in bed on top of me. My legs spread apart and my pussy facing him. "Oh baby, you don't need any oil you're so wet. "Tell me if it's too hot," he poured a few drops onto my cave.

No it wasn't, it was just a few degrees below hot and it felt wonderful "Mmmmmmmmmmhhh," I moaned my approval. Everything beyond this was uncharted territory for me. I was, no we were embarking on a new adventure. "Tell me if I hurt you at any time and we'll stop." "Okay," I breathed hoarsely.

He held a rock hard willy, rubbed some oil on it and placed it at my entrance. I felt his soft head rub against my pussy, on my clitoris then down my drenched hole he was just at my entrance, I was trembling so hard that I couldn't know for sure whether he was too or not. He pressed his head against my opening and pushed in. I bit into my lip. I had never imagined it would be this painful, but I said nothing. One wrong move now and he would stop all together. I had to bite the bullet, it would be now or never. The oil, the god damned oil had done nothing.

"Ssssssssss ummmmmm,"I bit into my lip. He stopped. I looked into his eyes. He knew I was in pain at once, but he also knew It would not sit well with me if he stopped now. After a reluctant sigh he continued. He rubbed it in my juices again and poured some more oil over my entrance. He pressed hard this time and at least the head went in. He let the pain subside a little. How big was he? I wondered in pain. Would it even go all the way in.




Riya and Rudra Ch. 02



"How big are you? I asked painfully.

"Don't worry about it right now and he pushed hard again and his penis pressed slowly inside me, then lodged against a barrier. Skin rubbed against skin and the sensation drove me insane. I wished that he could go further in but I until his penis rested against my heart. He let me adjust to his girth for a while. He moved his rock hard penis move inside my tight vagina, like a drill slowly boring a hole and the more he moved inside me the more we were getting turned on. From experience I knew he had far better control over his senses than I did.

"Ummmmmmhhh," I moaned aloud and that made him thrust hard inside me, my response had made him lose control. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," he stabbed it again inside me and placed his mouth over mine to muffle my cry. Our lips conjoined exchanging saliva. He crushing me into his arms then gave another hard push. Something broke, it was my hymen for I felt a stab of pain and wetness ooze out of my vagina. I cried into his mouth and my vagina clenched at his penis...he was inside me ... he was completely inside me... tears welled in my eyes. He had stretched me as wide as i could stretch in every direction. 

Today we had consummated our incestual relationship ... after 32 years of my life and 38 years of his. I was so glad I had come to my senses and given him my virginity. I would never regret it now. Once he was inside me, he felt free too. A change descended over him and he kissed me hard and his willy twitched inside me. I hugged him with my legs, with my arms and my vagina hugged willy as if milking him and swallowing him into the deep dark recesses of my uncharted being. 

I had adjusted to his girth, my pussy fitted willy like a glove, well not exactly, I had to stretch more than two inches in diameter and nine in length for it. He was almost unnaturally endowed. But it was a wonderful feeling nevertheless. The amazing thing was it didn't hurt anymore. 

"You're inside me," I whispered into his ear and willy if that were possible hardened even more.

"I will never let anyone take you now. You are mine to keep forever, to do as I please, to use as I please," he said choking with sexual desire. Hearing that I felt a warmth seep into my heart.

"I am yours. I have always been and will always be." I opened up even more to him if that were possible. My heart flooded with love for him, with lust, yes lust, I did not care anymore, what. I rubbed against his body. Mine soft and yielding and his hard and demanding. "Promise me, no one will ever get this close to you, Riya. Promise me ...promise me ....or God forbid I don't know what I'll do to you." He pushed inside me impaling me on his penis.

"I promise," I hugged him again lovingly, pulling him more inside me.Was he kidding me, who could ever think of being with anyone else after being with this perfect sex god.

"I will buy you a vaginal plug so no one can use you but me."

"Yes, do that. I will wear it happily." I kissed his shoulder then wrapped my legs around his waist accommodating willy more inside me, making him feel comfortable and welcomed. Willy's head rubbed against my cervix and it sent jolts of impulses all through my lower abdomen sending ripples of pleasure all through my body. 

"No," I hugged desperately on to him. "What are you doing?"

"Don't be impatient baby, I want to make this your most memorable experience." He brought his penis out, almost to the soft nub, then plunged it back in, sending torrents of liquid fire through my hole. He did this a few times then rhythmically began to stroke willy back and forth inside my vagina. "Uummmmmmmmm," I heard myself moan. I wanted him to fuck me hard ...bang me, destroy me for everyone else forever. I wanted him to tear my pussy forever.

"Harder," I whispered in his ear and he shoved willy so hard inside me, I felt my womb flutter for the first time in my life. "Aahhhhhhhhh," I began to tremble. "Phaad do mujhay (Rip me apart )." And that did it, willy attacked my vagina like a rabid dog. Bhaiya(brother) placed his hands below my hips pressing me against himself and thrusting willy harder inside me ...once, twice, thrice and then I lost count ...fuck fuck fuck, willy went like a piston, I heard our mixed juices and the more I got turned on the more only one thing seemed to be on my mind. "Make me pregnant bhaiya ... let everyone find out, I want to mother your child. I want to feel your baby grow inside me, my whispers choked me. Cum...... inside........ my wombbbb ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ummmmmmmmmmmm," and that drove him over the edg. He launched an open assault on my pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I cried, "cum inside meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ," I came then and felt my first vaginal orgasm throw me over the brink. I collapsed into his arms forgetting for a few minutes where I was and what I was doing, until his desperate lovemaking brought me back to my senses. He hadn't cum yet.

Willy was still going strong inside me and by the time he was ready to cum I was about to have my second orgasm. "I'll fuck you every hour... of every day. I'll get you knocked up and make you carry my illicit child. I'll make you my whore, my sexy, curvaceous pregnant whore.

"Ummmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh, I'll fuck you hard even then." Fuck fuck fuck fuck willy went like a piston inside me. I was close to another major orgasm and so was bhaiya. Willy tried to get further inside me as if that were possible but he certainly did. Bhaiya kissed me hard on my lips then sank his teeth into my neck until they met. Willy exploded inside me with spurts of warm liquid, covering my womb in his precious seed and I came again with a bang. I wished just then that it would make me pregnant with his child, to hell with the world, I would carry his baby and no one could stop me. My eyes rolled into my head I didn't know whether I had fainted or went to sleep. 

I felt him trying to move out of me. 'Mmmmmmmmm, no, let willy sleep inside me for tonight," I said in a stupor then drifted again. 



Riya and Rudra Ch. 03



Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, bhaiya still slept over me, while his penis still snugly rested inside me. He felt soft almost as soft as my vaginal wall. 

Last night had been a dream come true and if I had gotten pregnant, even more so. I did not want to think about the consequences, everything happens for a reason I repeated my mantra for life. Right now I felt complete. I hadn't felt this way in years. I thought about marriages, a divorce broke a marriage these days but nothing could break the bond that we shared, that of siblings. We were brought up with this bond. I let out a sigh, pulled the covers over his shoulders and drifted back to sleep, contented. The next time when I woke he was the one watching me. We smiled. "No regrets," he asked.

"Are you kidding me, willy is my new hero," I whispered throatily. "When did you wake."

"A while ago."

"Why didn't you wake me?" 

"Yea I was about to, I thought I'd give it another go before I pull your hero out of there. I wonder whether I'll be able to wait as long in getting him inside you next."

I lifted my lips to him and he took them in a hard kiss. Instantly my mouth opened and we sucked at each others tongues like they were our only source of water in a desert. I stopped our mouths, still clinging to him. His penis had stirred inside me and we smiled at each other. "Looks like he's awake too," we chuckled. He pressed my mouth on his for a deep kiss. 

"You're so sweet in the mornings." We had never spent a night together. Usually after our sessions we would return to our rooms. He bit into my lip and I felt willy twitch inside me. I pulled back from our kiss.

"Will it harden whilst inside me," I felt it throb, "Is this how it throbs when you're aroused?"

"Hmmm," he kissed my nose. "Say something else."

"Agar mai pregnant ho chuki hongi raat ko to ...kya karaingay(What if you have knocked me up last night?)"

"Are you trying to worry me or arouse me," he said.

" Well something like this doesn't worry me, it only excites me." I felt his penis twitch inside me again. "And forget about people, forget about the world, doesn't this arouse you even then. Yesterday night you had sex with your sister, twice you gave her explosive orgasms, the kind she's never felt before and it's quite possible that you may have even knocked her up. Don't tell me you don't find these the least bit arousing."

I continued. "We're going to be home alone for the next six days I'll stay naked for you in the house, so you can fuck me whenever you want." Willy began to harden inside me, this was working. "You've torn my hymen last night and now no one can take your place again. No one will ever be inside your sister besides you." My voice thickened with lust for my brother. 

"Aaur bol." (Say more, he used a rough tone.)" He had begun to breathe heavily against my ear. My own vagina convulsed, it was a turn on when he spoke to me like that.

"Aur kya bolu (What else should I say?)," my voice trembled.

"Bol(Say something )," he ordered. I want to get a hard on, I so want to fuck your brains out right now, he said in a deep voice and his penis began to harden more at his own acceptance of his desire. 

"Ajj ek baar bath tub mai sex karain gay hmm(Today we'll have sex in the bath tub once)." There was a sharp intake of breath. We had often had sex, if you could call foreplay that, many times under water. That was our favourite place, under the shower, inside a tub, or in the swimming pool when no one was home. He began to breathe rapidly and I felt his rock hard erection inside me. It brought back a little pain from last night but nothing I couldn't bear.

"When we are in the tub I want you to pee inside me," he groaned at this and his mouth was on mine. Willy grew a little more in girth and I felt my pussy stretch to its limit. He lifted his head and our eyes met.

"I love you," he whispered. I felt tears prickle my eyes and I placed a wet kiss on his full lips. He began to move his hips in a gyrating motion and willy poked painfully at my hole. It began to raise familiar sensations from the previous night. I swallowed hard and began to hyperventilate and he stopped. 

"Don't," I whispered between breaths. "Don't stop please," I lay against the pillow and tried to subdue my wheezing. He stopped again. "Don't stop now or I'll die." I began to drag every breath I took and strangely, it was a turn on for him. My hands trembled when I lifted them to his face. I kissed his warm mouth.

"Give me some air." Back then whenever I felt wheezy I would ask him to blow air into my lungs. He breathed into my mouth and my breathing began to ease.

" Fuck me hard ...will you ...?" He nodded and began with a hard thrust. It knocked the air out of my lungs again. He blew again. "Fuck me hard," I groaned in his mouth. 

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." With every thrust I felt the head of his penis hit against my cervix. My legs lifted and wrapped around his waist giving him extra space inside me and his penis hungrily covered it. I kissed his shoulder ...light trembling wet feather kisses. My arms roved all over his back caressing him and pressing him more against my boobs. My hands moved to his lower back pulling his hips more inside me. I thrust up once and the pleasure it gave cannot be explained in words, thereon I met his downward thrust with one of mine, and that seemed to give him more pleasure too.

He groaned and roughly kissed my mouth ...hump hump hump we went like two rabbits. A knot rose inside my Mooldhara and just the way he had told me I tried to lift it up through my spine into my Saharsara. I tried to contain and direct the energy up into my spine, just the way he had taught me all those years ago and then I came like a thunderbolt. 

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmaaaaaaa," he hugged me close. This was more powerful than either of the ones that I had experienced the night before. I closed my eyes almost faint, but I couldn't sleep right now. He hadn't cum yet and I wanted him to get an orgasm as strong as mine.

My hands went back to his hips and pressed him to my pussy. He was still rock hard inside me, all those years of practicing tantric yoga had given him an iron control over his organ. My pussy felt raw, but it didn't matter, what mattered was that I wanted to pleasure him with my body the way no one had. That thought in mind, I brought my hips up meeting every thrust of his with one of my own. 

"Don't, you'll get soar," he whispered hoarsely into my ear. 

"Don't worry, am alright. I want you to cum, like I did. I want to be your tantric partner. Aaap jo chaho gay mai wahi karu gi ( I'll do exactly what you tell me to)." I lifted my hips more to greet his every thrust no matter how much it pained. I felt sticky and wet with our wet juices and his penis sloshed about inside me fluck shluk fluck shluk. I didn't think any pill on this planet could save me from getting pregnant under the circumstance. The thought filled me with both excitement and trepidation, but if that ever happened I knew bhaiya would find out a way and I wouldn't have to worry about it. His penis strung inside me like a string on a guitar and I heard him groan deep inside his throat and it wasn't a whisper anymore ...it was a thunderous roar." "Riyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," his balls pumped his baby making sperm inside his throbbing pole and he dumped his load inside me with an explosive orgasm. This time there were copious amounts of it. I lifted my hips to keep his seed inside me and fed it to my hungry womb. I pressed him against myself, in my arms, against my hard nipples and even now I kept moving my hips against his. The languid motion rocking us both into a deep trance.

A rumble woke me, it was almost evening and my stomach was protesting. I remembered we hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. I smiled remembering he had once told me, eat less, keep yourself hungry, so we can both feed on each other to satisfy our hunger. He had said, you feel an orgasm more strongly on an empty stomach, your channels are clear and you feel your senses explode. I hugged him in my arms, cos of him I had managed to embark on this adventurous journey.

He stirred in his sleep and I pulled him more over me. I wanted to kiss him. My heart was exploding with the love I felt for him.

"Mmmmm," he groaned, not wanting to wake. But I wanted to pee so badly

"Sssssss, ayeee," I groaned.

"Kya hua? (Whats wrong?)," he asked.

"I want to pee."

"Not before I fuck you on a full bladder."

"Hmmmm," it excited me at once and my nipples hardened.

"Not here, in the bath tub." 

"Hmmm, okay," there was no need to mess his sheets when we could do this in the tub. He rose and willy slid out of me for the first time in 24 hours. It gave me a little pain. I had an inkling that I would be soar, but I would think of it at the end of this week.

We brushed our teeth fooling around and touching each other. I had my reasons I had to keep on my toes, lest I peed. I had known to trust him with whatever he said. If he said the experience would be great on a full bladder ...then I would hold my pee till eternity. Hopefully, it wouldn't take that long. I giggled.

He directed me to lie in the tub and my heart catapulted with excitement. I planted my feet carefully in the tub then lifted the other and sat down. My back against the cold tile of the bath tub, the water was warm.

"Hurry I want to pee, I said, the water is making me want to pee.

"I'm holding mine in too and so will you," was his reply, "until we're done.

He came in and sat next to me. He eyed my soar pussy and I eyed his flaccid penis. My dirty talk would take time to raise him from its stupor so I followed a different routine. I took his soft penis in my hand. My brother sighed, up and down I moved it, the foreskin was so soft. I touched his pee hole and I moved it again and again and saw a tiny drop of semen emerge. I had given him a hard on in no time at all and I felt very pleased with myself. Aiming his penis at my hole I placed the tiny drop at my entrance. I didn't want even a drop wasted.

An incident from way back came to my mind. I had recently begun college when bhaiya and I had got a chance to celebrate one night when ma went to visit her sister. We were both naked in bed and bhaiya had moved his penis up and down like I had just now and a similar tiny bud had emerged from his penis.

"Look," he had said huskily and showed me the tiny drop of semen. "Issay hotay hain bachay , Riyaa(This is what gives you a baby)," he looked at me. But before he could have said anymore, I had gotten up immediately. It had felt weird back then, cos I was young and having babies wasn't on the agenda. He hadn't stopped me and had apologized later. Right now his penis was finding it difficult to get in again, my vagina had reverted to the same size it had kept for the past 32 years. It made me mad.

"Zor say jhatka maro na(thrust harder)," I breathed into his ear. 

"Your already soar," came his answer.

"To kya hua, mai sehan kr lu gi (So what, I'll tolerate the pain)."

"Kuch hua to doctor ko bhi nahi dikha saktay, precautions theek hain. Aur baaki hafta, bhi use karna hai mujhay, tujhko (Cant even go to a doctor if something goes wrong, taking precautions is better. I intend using you the entire week)." That brought a smile to my face and I hugged him.

"I want to pee bhaiya."

"No, not yet ...not until you've reached your orgasm," he dug his nails into my soft back.

My hands went to his hips and pushed him as hard as I could to myself and brought my hips up. "I want you inside me," I choaked into his ear high on pheromones. He grunted in his throat. I had turned him on. He nodded.

"Pain hogi thori (It'll hurt a little)," he said and I braced myself. He thrusted against my pelvic bone ...hard ...and I mean hard. He broke inside me and our hips met with a splurch in the water.

I moaned aloud in pain. His heart beat right next to mine now. He was right, my full bladder made me even tighter and I felt pressure exerted on my vaginal membrane. I could feel him more inside me now. He started to move slowly.

"Bhaiya ek baat mano gay?(Will you agree to one thing brother?)."

"Hmmm," he moaned in pleasure.

"Free hokay sex karo na. Aisa socho mai apki biwi hu and not your sister ...biwi ka kaam to husband ko pleasure dena hi hai na ...ye soch kay sex karo (Fuck me harder as you would your wife. After all isn't it a wife's duty to pleasure her husband. Think of it this way and FUCK ME), and stop thinking about me." I heard his heart drum faster against my breast and his breathing accelerate.

Getting into the role play, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back. He pulled me forward in the tub and began to bang me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned aloud and that aroused him even more and he began to bang me harder.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhhh," I shrieked again in pleasure and pain. "Bhaiyaaaaaaaaaaaa," a new realization was descending upon me and I realized why so many women were after him. The water in the tub splashed all around us and the bathroom echoed with our mingled moans. On top of that my full bladder. This time though he wasn't pleasing me; he was pleasing himself.

I lovingly embraced him. I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted to satisfy all his sexual desires that he had harbored towards me all these years. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, phad do mujhay bhaiyaaaaaaaa. Phaaaaaaaaad doooooo mujhayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy(Tear my pussy apart, oh brother, tear me apart)," and I came. I saw stars in my head and lost control over my bladder and ended up relieving myself. He felt it at once.

"You'll be punished for this," he thundered. He was very rarely angry ...specially with me. I felt ashamed, I had disappointed him.

"Punish me," I said with anger towards myself.

"Punish me like you would your wife." His penis mauled my pussy, the inner membrane of my vagina. He came so hard inside me that even now minutes later his body shuddered next to mine. I held him In my embrace and kissed his hair while he regained his breathing between my breasts.

"Did I, did I hurt you Riyaaa."

"Nahi jaan (no my darling )," I squeezed him in my arms. He lifted his eyes to mine and I smiled.

"Sorry, are you ready?" he was about to relieve himself inside me.

"I want it to sit inside me for a while." I lay in the tub and lifted my buttocks up "Now," and he sighed against my neck. He had done this once before and I had totally loved it. I had heard people think it strange and weird, but then how straight was I, I was weird.

"Ummmm, that feels great," We both said simultaneously. It felt like corrosion must attack iron. The uric acid stung at the soreness in my pussy and I felt tingles up to my womb. His steady stream inflated my vagina and extra urine ran out of my hole, into the tub. We lay there in each others arms for sometime exhausted from our combined efforts.

"I want to see how much of your pee my vagina can hold. 

"Hmmm," he pulled the plug in the tub to drain the water. Slowly he began to ease himself out and his penis splurched out of my hole. His pee made a small puddle beneath me and we smiled. I had fallen for that stinging sensation.

"I am your personal bed pan now," I whispered into his ear, sucking his earlobe.

"Get up and fix me some breakfast," came my masters command. We went into the shower cleaned each other and like I had promised, I stayed naked in the house. He loved to watch the way my curves moved when I walked, my breasts jiggled, my thighs trembled lightly and my hips swayed. I loved watching him appreciate what he saw. Every now and then he came by my side and kissed me or touched my pussy or suckled on my boob.

I made a quick breakfast ... coffee, bacon and eggs. For the evening I marinated some chicken wings. Something we could nibble on the move, I smiled. He came and stood behind me pressing a hardened willy on my back.

"Hurry I want you," he whispered into my ear. His hands came to rest on both my boobs and he began to play with my nipples. He ducked under my arm and sucked on one. I sighed. My pussy had begun to throb as well. We kissed then decided to part for breakfast. Once we finished I began to clear the table, I leaned against the dining table extending to clear his end of the table. But he had other things on his mind, he made me lean more against the table catching hold of a tuft of my hair in a hard grip while he prepared me for doggy style. My breath caught in my throat. His rough treatment always aroused me.

"Lean," he ordered and I did, jutting my butt out in a provocative manner making my slick pussy visible. I swayed my butt in his face as if dangling a carrot before a rabbit. Needless to say he was more than happy to pounce on the offer. This time all precautions were thrown to the winds. I hadn't had my pill since morning. The thought occurred to me but only when I felt him slam his rock hard penis inside my tight cunt. I almost bled a second time for him. The brutal force of his banging made me moan in pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, hurt me more," I choked out in agony. He pulled at my hair, grabbed a breast and banged me harder. Willy went in and out, in and out nearly bruising my insides. My pussy self lubricated itself on the onslaught creating erotic sounds that filled our kitchen. Luckily our house is far away from the maddening crowd and so no one could see our display through the glass windows. 

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned loudly coming hard against the dark mahogany dining table, panting and leaking. When I descended from my heaven , I jutted my butt out again meeting his thrusts with mine, my pussy raw, throbbing and aching . His hands came on my bump of a belly and pressed me hard every time he slammed into me. The pressure on the lower belly was arousing.

"AahhhhhhhhhRiyaaaaaaa I'm cuminggg," and he had cum the fourth time inside my fertile unprotected womb since yesterday.

We were in his room again watching my favourite incest video. A cam of our own had been installed over the television set and was recording our every move. I lay between his legs my back pressed against his sinewy chest. His palm was rubbing my belly protectively, specially the mound. He would first rest it on my belly just over my womb, then he was rubbing in small circles over it, his warmth arousing me gradually. He would press me a little over my pubic bone then be back over my womb again. 

It made me wonder at the kind of a husband he would be to his pregnant wife and instantly I felt a pang of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. I wanted that privilege now and I wouldn't tolerate anyone else with him in that way. My hand cupped his over my womb and he kissed me on my forehead. I smiled ...he was mine.

I remembered the birth control pill, but there was no time to grab one right now It would kill the moment we were in. I would later I told myself. The siblings in the video were now in the hot passionate embrace that I had told him about. The amazing thing was whenever we were aroused we didn't hide it from the other, and back then I had often shown him my swollen pussy and he his hardened willy so we would find time and place to satisfy each other.

Right now watching the video made me breathe in short gasps. His hand travelled from my belly down to my pussy lips and he began to perform his ritual. First his middle finger cleared a passage parting my pussy lips. He rested his entire finger in the valley thus created, his cool finger against my hot pussy. Then he began to open the valley by moving his finger from side to side while another cool finger joined his middle finger. I opened my thighs further apart aroused beyond measure.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm take me now bhaiya." I moaned in a whisper. "Take me plz." He handed me a menthol rub and asked me to rub it onto willy. I did as I was asked. 




Riya and Rudra Ch. 03



We copied the video we had been watching, making a copy of our own . The only difference being the menthol rub.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned again. His cock felt like an icicle inside me like I had just swallowed an ice stalactite but only in my pussy. It was cold and prickly both at the same time. Bhaiya was moaning too.

"Yourrrrrr... so... hottttt," he said in a deep throated voice. It's like dipping my cock in molten lava. 

"Riyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ....oh love ....you make me cum like no one else." He began to slowly thrust inside me. Our mouths met and he bit into my soft inner lips.

"Make me pregnant," I whispered into his ear. He moaned in reply and I felt willy throb inside me and his strokes began to hit me deeper. Every time he thrust in me he would grab hold of my ass then rammed willy further in. It was almost like he wanted willy to enter my womb to dump its load and make me pregnant with his baby. He wanted exactly what I wanted and my heart swelled with happiness. Why was I having those pills in that case when both of us wanted the same thing?

That night I wore a flimsy see through night dress while we took a midnight stroll on our private beach. My arm locked in his. We had easily slipped into the role of a husband and wife and it was exciting. Time and again I would stand before him and we would kiss our kiss. His long fingers ran through my amber hair while our lips locked in a passionate sensual kiss. His tongue sucking mine. We found our spot in a cove which was fraught with memories of our sexual experiments. 

He lay down, first watching my contours through my flimsy night dress, then gestured for me to lie next to him. He pulled me on top hugging me against his naked chest, his strong arms around me crushing my boobs against himself. I knew this is what he wanted. He loved to feel my soft breasts against his hard hairy chest. He kissed me again then looked into my face. I couldn't see much, there wasn't enough light left. It was almost pitch dark in our private cove. He pushed my head onto his chest and I began to kiss him with my wet lips. 

He pressed my head more until my face was over willy. I kissed his navel then unbuckled his pants releasing willy from its lair. I closed my eyes trying to imagine what it must look like right now. I wrapped my hands around him feeling his girth almost 2 inches and it wasn't even erect yet. I felt his pee hole with my thumb and felt him moan a little. Wetting my lips I put the head inside my mouth, it felt soft and I felt like biting into it. I sucked onto the head and felt my brother inhale sharply. 

"Mmmmm," he moaned and his hand came to rest over my head pressing me against willy. I was doing this for the first time. It wasn't all soft, it wasn't completely hard yet either but that could be fixed I thought. I slowly began to suck the length of him like a giant lollypop and from his moans I guessed I was doing all right. This wasn't as easy as it looked over the net. I realized it would need a lot of practice to perfect the art. Up and down the shaft my face went and in a few minutes I had managed to harden willy beyond expectation. A pleased bhaiya dragged me back up and kissed my mouth. 

"That felt wonderful babe, he said between kisses...You almost did that like a pro." Within minutes he had buried willy inside me but there was no hurry this time. He was gently rocking me, under him. We kissed, our tongues swapping saliva, our sexes swapping juices. Now I knew what it meant to feel whole, complete and fulfilled. The fact that we were not in this embrace to achieve instant gratification made the experience more sexy. 

"Have you decided any names for the baby?" His question took me by surprise.

"Ummm I felt shy, well I haven't thought of any yet, I didn't know whether this is what you wanted too."

He kissed me. "Well I do. It gives me an orgasm every time I see you pregnant, your belly sticking out under your saree, with my baby. I mean, that's all I imagine these days."

I smiled shyly. "Me too. I stuff pillows under my dress, imagining I'm carrying your baby."

He rocked me a little harder hearing that.

"You wouldn't have to improvise anymore, I promise." He took my lips between his teeth and pumped harder.

He had a request for me. "I want to see how you look with the pillow. I want to see how you will move with the bulk. It would be a sight for soar eyes, I'm sure." He began to hump me in earnest now and it wasn't long before we came together, our hearts thudding the same tune. 



Riya and Rudra Ch. 04



Chapter-4 A silent promise, an open revelation. 


"Wake up babe." His voice filtered through my dream and my eyes flickered open.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," he was already dressed and ready to leave. "Where are you going? I pouted rubbing my eyes. We were at the beach last night and now I was naked in bed. 

"I brought you back last night." He explained to settle my befuddled brain. 

"Ooooh," today was that day when he had to go to the office. 

"What will I do the entire day I pouted? Should I go to work as well?"

"No," pat came the reply. "You will not ...I want you to wait here for me like a dutiful wife," he gave a lopsided grin that drove my heart wild.

"Okay pra nath." (An archaic way in which Indian women address their husbands)." But what will I do while you're gone.

"Wives don't call their husbands bhaiya ...tsk tsk tsk," he said.

"Yea they don't," I smiled embarrassed. "To kya kahu aapko." ("Then what should I call you?)" 

"Call me by my name," he suggested.

"Rudra...kab aao gay aaap wapas? "("When will you come back Rudra?") I inquired sensually. His eyes roved over the naked length of me in deep contemplation.

"I'll be back soon honey," he dragged his eyes away, "if it hadn't been absolutely necessary you know I would not be leaving you alone right now." Yes that I did know. "I'll hurry back home as soon as I can, perhaps by afternoon. Stay ready for me till then, take a long hot bath, rub perfumed oils on your lovely skin," he kissed my arm then grabbed my boobs squeezing them hard. "Make yourself smell like heaven for me. Wear something sexy and by the time you're ready I'll be home," he smelled the valley between my breasts, grazed my soft skin with his teeth, bit the nipples then got up with a sigh.

My gaze mirrored his desire.

"Don't look at me like that Riya." His eyes made an earnest requested at me. I only smiled too weary of speaking in a voice thick with lust. He kissed my forehead and I let him leave in peace.

I took out the video we had made last night. My attention was caught at the way he rubbed my womb and I decided once he was home I would ask him about it. Then when the sex began I felt warmth seep through my skin into my bones and my pussy began to throb. I masturbated until I came but realized it wasn't at all as fulfilling as I felt when I was with bhaiya ...no Rudra. Luckily both bhaiya and I shared different surnames. I felt so glad that ma had let me keep my family name when she brought me back with her. So now, in case we ever found a place for ourselves to raise a family in, no one would suspect us as being raised as siblings. I smiled and my desire of being my brother's wife strengthened.

I had a long hot perfumed bath. I had even given my vagina a floral douche. I was now wearing a white chiffon floral saree, the one that draped over my contours making me look sexy. My blouse was almost backless and the neckline plunged savagely to expose the valley of my creamy white + size breasts. The straps strained where they were attached to the material covering draping my full breasts. I touched up my face, applied mascara on my long lashes and painted my full perpetually pouting lips, but he still hadn't arrived. I waited now, counting the seconds tick by on the clock in his room. 

I had already finished preparing an elaborate meal so I didn't have to waste any time cooking once he was home.

I slipped into my stilettos and sat sexily propped against the pillows on his bed beginning to wait for him in earnest. 

He was slowly rubbing his cock over my pussy in my dream and I moaned in my sleep. I didn't want to cum in my favourite saree and mess my clothes so I willed myself to wake. He lay there smiling back at me. His thick lashes making shadows over his chiseled cheekbones. My heart thumped its appreciation.

"Aap kab aye? (When did you come?)," I asked groggily.

"A while ago." He began to kiss me again rubbing hard on against my pussy both of us fully dressed. I breathed with contentment and pushed my head back against his pillows. This was so sensuous. I had waited all day for this. 

"You look ravishing in that saree," he whispered into my ear touching the valley of my breasts. "And you smell like heaven," he gently nuzzled between my boobs and took a deep breath. I felt his penis tighten and twitch just then and felt a puddle begin to form in my own pussy.

"You should remove my saree," I whispered. "I'm afraid it's going to get spoilt if you don't, right away." He chuckled at that.

"No." Instead he lifted the part where it covered my breasts and kissed my boobs, instantly hardening my tender nipples. He pressed willy harder against my pussy and a moan escaped my lips.

"Bhaiyaaaaa ummmmmm." I had said bhaiya again. He kissed my belly, then began to lift my saree. He opened my legs and smelled me. 

"You smell wonderful babe." I felt my pussy throb.

He had often asked me to open my legs to study the anatomy of my pussy back in college. I liked when he studied me. I immediately began to reminiscence. "Riya tangay kholo." ("Riya open your legs.") "I want to see you." It was such a turn on back then that the memory of it aroused me now. He was parting my lips, then my inner lips. 

"You're beautiful even down here Riya." I gasped. Every time he used my name. It almost felt like he had fucked me and given me an orgasm. "It smells fresh and flowery." Then I felt the most wonderful feeling I had been waiting to experience. His first kiss on my pussy. He began to lick me with his snaky tongue, first on my clitoris then all the way to my vagina. The tip of his tongue poked at my hole. I thrashed my arms in sweet agony.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhummmmmmmm," I went endlessly. He sucked on my inner pussy lips, dragging them between his teeth then tugging at them ...o-so-slowly. Then he licked me with his tongue the sensations creating flickering sensations in the pit of my stomach. His sucking and kissing and licking made erotic sounds that drove me over the edge more quickly than I had thought. Under me, my saree was in a mess. I had come twice already in it. I would definitely not be wearing it again, I thought with a sigh. I had loved it but now ...I loved it even more. 

I hadn't come to my senses yet when he poked a finger inside me."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned again. 

"I've bought you a present." I inquired what it was between moans. "Will give it to you in a while, but first things first." He made me cum again and I thought I was all spent, when in came willy as hard as a stick of dynamite.

An entire day had passed by since I had felt his presence last in my vagina and my walls hugged him like a mother would an infant. Willy poked my hole with a vigour of its own meeting my cervix with every thrust. Rudra kissed my lips pushing himself harder inside me, the hooks on my blouse almost ripped off my breasts. Luckily I wasn't wearing a bra or it would have landed the same fate as the rest of my things.

He roughly pulled a breast into his mouth sucking hard on its flesh then on a dark brown nipple. He fucked me harder than usual, banging me like a rag doll. He was close to his orgasm. I could feel the way willy tightened inside me for the past minute. My arms were around my brother pulling him harder into my arms letting him love me the way he wanted to. I kissed his shoulders, the side of his face was against my neck. Just when he was about to come he bit my mouth, sucking and bruising and biting my full lips. Warm spurts of cum landed deep in my vagina. I raised my legs around his waist to hold his seed in my womb.

We were in each others arms finally and he pulled off my sodden saree and petticoat from under my hips and they joined the pile below. His hand came to rest upon my belly and then he began his ritual.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"If there's a baby inside you," he pressed my womb, "I don't want him to feel illegitimate. I want him to know that I love him." I felt my belly inflate at that and my breathing quickened. I did not feel anxious of conceiving anymore. If he was thinking along these lines he would think of an alternative when I got pregnant.

"I want to have your baby now, not in some distant future, but right now, bhaiya. I want to be pregnant and I'm not going to have that pill from now on." We had silently made a pact of making a baby and now I knew when his mind was set on it ...the day would not be far.

I felt something cold inside me and my eyes flickered open. "What's that?" I murmured.

"That's a vaginal plug you'll wear whenever I'm not with you." I smiled and let him insert the cold contraption inside my vagina. Right after a great fuck it would even help me get pregnant so I had no qualms of using it like I was told.

"Now get up and show me how you'll look when you're pregnant," he asked, "then give me something to eat."

"Okay."I smiled profusely. This was my favourite time pass. I lifted myself from between his legs and stood on wobbly legs. All that fucking was taking its toll ...I felt wrung out.

I ran into my room, took out a fresh nighty and stuffed the biggest, roundest pillow beneath it. I had shifted a few of my clothes up to his room during the day. He had a fetish for my thingies and liked to hang on to a few when we were young. I regarded my reflection in the mirror then went into his room. There was an obvious intake of breath when he saw me. I modeled for him giving him glimpses of how I would look in profile, from front and from rear. He lay in bed, with one arm folded beneath his head, the hand of the other slowly masturbating his long muscular penis.

"How do I look." I asked shyly.

"Pregnant." His voice was unsteady. "Come here and give me a kiss."

Our lips met and his hand traced and felt my bulge.

"You look sexy as hell," he whispered. "Thank god, you're not actually pregnant babe or I would have fucked the baby out of you right now. His hand trembled where he kept it behind my head. He kissed me savagely again.

"Now go get me something to eat, before I end up fucking you again. I intend giving your punani a little rest if I can but I wouldn't manage to if you stand here before me like that." Just as I was about to remove the pillow, he stopped me.

"Don't, I'm beginning to like watching you like that. Besides I intend fucking you when you get back. I want to know what it would be like to fuck a pregnant you." So I left with the pillow.

The vaginal plug made walking a little strange for me. I had stepped onto the first step when a vibration inside me stopped me dead in my tracks. The vaginal plug came with a remote control vibrator. I tried to get out of his range but "mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh," this wasn't any old remote vibrator it was very powerful. I sat on the last stair with difficulty owing to my bulge holding onto my vibrating pussy moaning, almost about to cum, "Bhaiyaaaaaaaaaaaaa." And just when I was about to cum he switched it off. I began to tremble feeling weak. He was such a tease, I breathed shallowly.

I stood on wobbly legs again beginning to prepare his meal when he switched it on again.

"Aaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee plz mat karo na ...jaan nikal jai ge mere. (Aaaaeeee please don't do this ...you're killing me." I called out, standing against the island writhing in pleasure. The sensation was arousing me. I placed a hand over my belly under the pillow and felt the vibration under my palm. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned, my head falling back in agony, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I began to shake violently, my heart thudding against my ribcage like a jackhammer.I hoped that he wouldn't stop it again for otherwise it would surely kill me. But just as I was about to cum he stopped again. This time I collapsed to the floor breathless, wheezing and faint.

"Riyaaaaaaa," I heard him call but I didn't have the strength to reply. "Riyaaa." He sounded a little concerned. Then I heard his feet thumping down staircase. "Riyaaaaaaaa." He saw me and fell to his knees beside me. He lifted me in his arms turning me on my side so I could breathe again. " Riyaa," he shook me out of my stupor urging me to breathe. "Saans le Riyaaa ...plzzz ...mar jao ga mai ... breathe plz (Breathe Riya...plz ...or you're going to kill me, breathe plz)," he removed the pillow under my nighty, lifted me and helped me into a chair, pulled a kitchen drawer with supplies and helped me with the inhaler. I took two puffs with difficulty, I didn't have the strength to even breathe. I slumped when the constriction in my lungs began to ease but it took a while for me to come completely to my senses.

"Aap khana kha lo(Have your meal)," I told him. But he continued to stare at me ... guilty, ashamed, sorry. I looked at him and tried to smile.

"I liked your gift, it's just that I had already had so many orgasms in your arms these two days, I felt drained and weak in the knees. "I'm alright Rudra," I tried to smile.

"I'm sorry Riya," he choked. I looked into his tormented eyes and leaned, to kiss his full lips. I hated to see him worried or unhappy. Just when he pushed his fingers into my pussy to take the vibrator out I slapped his hand away.

"I liked it, Rudra or I'd have told you otherwise." I got up and moved away from him "This is your first gift to your almost pregnant wife and you're not taking it away from her. In fact I feel ashamed I haven't got anything to give you in return," I pouted. 

"Baby you'll give me what no one else can," he pulled me back into his arms and placed his hand over my womb, "Our inbred baby." I knew we were not actually related, but the thought was still exciting. I don't think I would have wanted this any other way had he really been my brother. I felt warmth rise in my face and I rested against his chest biting my lip. Strange sensations erupted in the pit of my stomach where my womb was. His hand began to rove protectively on my belly with pride. "I want to see quadruplets grow in you Riya. God, how I want to see your belly swollen with our unborn babies. I have dreams of fucking you in your ninth month and impregnating you one after the other with my illegitimate sons. I picture you feeding our babies on your creamy breasts, until they're as attractive as you.

This was everything that I had dreamed of too and just listening to him made me go wet. I lifted his hand up to my lips and kissed it. "I'll fulfill all your dreams baby," I called him that for the first time in my life. I pressed his hand against my breast and pulled his mouth to my nipple forcing him to take it into his mouth and suckle it. "This is how I will feed your babies Rudra ... to their hearts content." He suckled and gulped imitating a baby suckling at his mother's breast and it turned me on even more. I pulled his hand and pushed it inside my crotch making him feel my wetness. We smiled and I led his middle finger inside my hot hole. I closed my eyes as a shiver ran down my spine with the contact. 

He fingered me laboriously...... Chick chick chick. Then we were down on the floor. I straddled him. I had heard of 'women on top' but had never tried it before. Unbuckling his pants I lowered myself on his penis too late realizing the vibrator still inserted inside me. "Shoot, pull it out," I ordered him, then I was again lowering myself on his engorged penis. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. This penetration was far different from anything I had experienced before. I could exploit it to heighten my own pleasure. My breasts jiggled all the time I jumped over Rudra. He crushed them between his hands while I continued to hop on him. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I came so hard. In minutes I was beneath him and he was a man with a mission. He wanted me pregnant. He came out almost to the tip of his penis then rammed it back inside me. He did it several times then began to buck inside me harder than ever before. 

"Get pregnant with my baby you horny slut." Before he came inside me with a bang he almost ripped my pussy with the urge to get his semen to my womb. We lay on the floor like that for 15 minutes whereupon I asked him to insert the vaginal plug back inside me, urging him that it would help with the pregnancy.

We had our dinner together feeding each other with our hands, with our mouths and once we were done we had coffee and went back to bed. We had shared our desire to get pregnant but not how it would be possible. As soon as we were in a warm embrace in his bed I broached the subject.

"Rudra," I loved the sound of his name against my tongue. "You'll have to deliver the baby at home. 

"Hmmm, Why?" He sounded struck. "Why would I put you through that ...a home delivery?" He caressed my hair, kissing the top of my head holding me snugly in his arms.

"Well I want you to pull him out of me yourself when the time has come," I whispered shyly. I don't want any stranger to see me down there," he hugged me against his bare chest.

"I'll think about it. There are too many risks involved and I can't risk anything happening to you babe." His hand again moved to my belly and began to rub my womb.

"Where will we go once I'm pregnant? It won't be long once I start showing signs."

"I've recently invested in a piece of property in Switzerland where there are liberal incest laws, in fact they're almost thinking of decriminalizing incest sex between two consenting adult. So we'll move there for most part of your pregnancies." 

"Pregnancies," I turned around and asked him.

"Yes, pregnancies," his eyes reflected lust the kind that gives you goose bumps. "But since Ma is here I'll keep moving back and forth, it's a sacrifice I'm ready to make, are you?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me, I want this as much as you do, if not more. But I don't want to leave ma alone either, it's not her fault that we turned out to be such freaks of nature." The attraction we felt for one another was far stronger than anything I had ever experienced in my life. Guilty or not, I was ready to bear my cross as long as I could be his in every sense of the word. I couldn't think of being with any other man besides him. It was as simple as that.

"What are we going to tell ma when we move there?" I asked him.

"Well it's not something I've really chalked out yet." he replied thoughtfully.

"Maybe I could enroll myself into a university there, perhaps pursue a research programme and take up a job, that would be a solid enough reason don't you think." He gave me a lop sided grin.

"You've been really thinking hard over it?"

" Hmm." I chuckled. "I never make half hearted attempts." Within seconds on my biological clock the days had passed us by. Fucking, sleeping, eating lightly then fucking, sleeping and fucking again that's how we had spent the entire week. We had worshiped each others bodies and been grateful for our time together after having lived apart for so long.

"One more day of this adventure and then it'll be back to reality," I pouted. We were in the shower bare naked. He was trying to drink all the water pouring down my left boob. This was something that he had always enjoyed doing. We shared a bathroom and we got ample chances to take a shower together. Back then I locked my door and then used to get into the bath with my brother. I pretended to be changing and my brother pretended to be taking a shower and our secret was thus kept safe. The adrenal rush that I felt from almost being caught made me want it even more.

I was 18 and full of hormones and my brother around 24 when he touched and tasted me for hours sometimes when no one was home and I loved being touched. Back then it was just a game to me but the moment I turned 30 I began to lust for his touch again. It would make me high just imagining being touched and tasted. I would often remember our first time together when he had come in my ass. We were watching a Bond movie with our mother and back in those days it wasn't on television but over a VCR.




Riya and Rudra Ch. 04



I still remember this scene vividly, an oriental man was fucking a beautiful woman and just as Bond came into the room, the man jumped off the bed, his penis popping out of the woman with a loud noise. I can't explain how I felt about it. The very next time when bhaiya and I were alone he asked, " Riya lets do what they were last night," and I caught on at once what he was referring to. I nodded and he lifted my skirt, made me lie on my stomach and jammed his cock in my ass breathing lustfully behind my neck. It made my skin tingle and not at all in the bad sense but I still didn't catch on to the gravity of the sexual act until a year later when I really began to enjoy our sessions.

I can't tell how I felt about that first time, it was part role play and whether I liked my part or not is something fuzzy in the back of my head, something I can hardly recall. What I do remember is that it fueled my appetite for Bond movies and I would sneak in, rather graphic movies into my room. I felt tingling sensations in the pit of my stomach every time the actors would indulge in amorous displays. When sometimes I actually did fall off watching a movie, a hand on my round bottom would wake me in the middle of the night . There would be no whispering just him touching me.

He would lift my night dress slipping his hand between my thighs and parting my legs. His finger would touch my wetness and smear it all over my pussy in round circles. That was all there was to do, for I was young and my breasts hadn't developed much. His lips would find mine in the night and he would experiment with me. I was his play thing, a toy and I totally dug it. As a toy I did not have to be an active participant, I was like a dormant partner only partaking in the profits. Sometimes I would eagerly wait for night time for the late night movie to end and then be touched and felt in exactly the same fashion.

Right now he stood behind me, clutching my boobs then moving his palms over my belly. I so loved it when he touched me like that. It almost made me feel pregnant. His finger parted my swollen pussy lips dragging me to himself, water streaming down our bodies. "Lie down," he pushed me down to lie on the tiled bathroom floor. I lay down lifting my butt lightly, offering him easy access to my not so forbidden pussy.

"Finger me," I closed my eyes waiting eagerly for the assault. He jammed his finger inside me making me jerk, then began to rotate it inside my steaming hole. The water from the shower head, like rain shower on his back filtered and sprinkled over me. I began to gyrate my hips to his finger, moaning lewdly. He finger fucked me hard and let me feel the brunt of the orgasm in full swing. Needless to say I came hard against his hand. "Ummmaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I lay there for a while panting hard. When I opened my eyes I saw him reflecting back my satisfaction. "You let me cum." 

He smiled. "Yea you won't have the pleasure of moaning like that from tomorrow onwards."

I smiled a half smile. "Did you have to remind me of that?" I touched my pussy, it felt a little soar.

We decided to sleep for a while but as fate would have it, we ended up sleeping most of the day. Only when chill winds began to blow in from the ocean floor did we stir awake. By then the evening shadows had already started their downward march. "Rudra, wake up." I prodded him. "It's going to be tomorrow soon." 

He rose gradually from his stupor. "Let's stay in bed for a while," he said groggily. "Lie next to me." And I did. After all what was the hurry, we would be together forever now and I wanted the comfort of his arms around me more than anything else. 

"Shift up here." 

"Hmm."

"Shift up here to the room next to mine," he repeated again. 

I drew his earlobe into my mouth. "I already have." I whispered.

He broke into a smile. " When?"

"During the day."

He considered this a major move on my behalf. Now he knew I had meant every word of what I had said these past six days. But even then he wanted me to explicitly verify what he had understood. 

"Why?" His voice was hoarse.

"You know why?" I replied in a trembling voice. The atmosphere was charged with sexual tension. 

"But I want you to tell me."

I had begun to pant, my heart thudding against my rib cage. Why was he being so difficult when in his heart he had no doubt about what I meant. 

" Cos I want...I stopped again. "You know." I said lamely.

"Riya...plz." He lay absolutely still, his tormented heart beating against my ear. Somewhere in his heart, a tiny part of him mistrusted me. I had broken his heart and his trust all those years ago, when I had walked out on him blaming him entirely for what had happened between us. Now although I knew I had been a fool, an immature young girl.

"Tell me." He requested in agony. "Please."

"Cos I want to feel your baby grow inside me beneath my heart." He kissed me feverishly, our eyes moist with tears.



Riya and Rudra Ch. 05



Chapter 5 – Making a Baby

He fucked me the entire night at regular intervals, plunging his engorged cock in and out of my tight cunt. He called me his whore pumping me full with his seed. He tugged at my breasts then suckled them hard, getting them ready for a pregnancy. 

"Fuck your whore bhaiya, get her pregnant with your illegitimate sons," I dug my nails into his back. "Make me your slut." 

We fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning. I was stirred awake around afternoon. His palm pressed against my womb, "I hope you're pregnant." 

"Yes." I kissed his neck. "I hope so too, for now we won't get much time to make a baby, when mother gets back." I croaked. 

"Don't worry, I'll fuck you each night, until you are." His arm came around me protectively. I kissed him and let myself drift again.

By late evening Rudra had brought mother back. We sat together drinking tea catching up on the conversation. "So how was your time together," she asked and startled me.

"Ummm uhh, it was okay," was my lame answer. Thankfully my brother wasn't there or it would have made lying more difficult. "How was your stay there?" I inquired before she had time to get suspicious.

"The usual, it's very difficult to get people to work for you these days. She began to complain about the hired help and a little while later retired to her bedroom for a nap before dinner.

I began to prepare dinner, while Rudra gave me company. I felt like a newly wedded wife. He kept pulling and tugging at my shirt just to expose a little skin, but without results. An entire day had passed by and he was getting horny.

"Wait for the night," I whispered smiling.

"No," "I want you." He kissed the back of my neck. He pressed his hard on against my buttocks.

"Come up for a little while babe, ma is asleep."

"No, I don't want to get caught red handed at this late date, so be a good boy and wait for me in bed at night." I coaxed him.

He rubbed his finger on my pussy over my kurta(Indian attire) and began to feel the contours of my swollen pussy lips. He inserted the middle finger between my inner lips, but that didn't give him satisfaction. He tugged at my waist band and slipped his hand inside my salwar(Typical Indian attire) and my knees gave way. His skin against mine was all it took to arouse me to a fever pitch.

"Mhhhhh take me," I breathed between gasps, "right here." He pulled me behind the kitchen island, pulled my salwar down and slid his thick manhood inside my slick cunt.

"Ahhhh," I moaned aloud before he dragged my mouth into his to muffle my cry. This would be difficult, staying with mother, hiding our relationship and satiating our sex drive. He bit into my neck banging me against the cabinets hard and fast, stretching my pussy on his engorged phallus.

"I love youuuuuuuuuu," he came hard inside me and his eyes glazed. We lay panting clinging to each other, our sexes conjoined in an embrace of their own swapping love juices.

He raised his head and kissed my mouth again then helped me up with him. I dragged my salwar back up, put my hair into semblance and began to prepare dinner after he jammed the vaginal plug into my freshly ravaged cunt.

"I'm going out for a bit, don't wait up for dinner and catch some sleep before I get back," he winked then slapped my butt before leaving.

I woke ma from her sleep and we had our dinner in her room. I was exceptionally happy and she threw knowing glances at me but did not question me. The farm was doing well and she expressed her desire to put up there on a permanent basis with her recently widowed younger sister. I know it was good news as far as bhaiya and I were concerned but I felt worried about ma and her sister putting up alone there without any man taking care of them. I expressed my concern, but ma shrugged it away.

"I can take care of myself." She said with growing excitement. "It would be like old times; we had so much fun back then, children these days don't even know what fun is." 

"True ma but you no longer fall in that category anymore. What if you need immediate help or something? What will you do then?" I asked worriedly.

"Oh come on Riya stop it. I can always call Rudra if I need help with something, after all isn't it an hour's run from here."

"Yea it is, but, I don't feel right about it somehow."

"You will, once we start living there, you will."

That was the end of the discussion and both of us decided to retire for the night.

"Why did you shift upstairs?" ma inquired of me. 

Oops! I wasn't expecting this. Hmmm, let's see.

"I've been having trouble breathing, so I thought perhaps the room has something to do with it. I've shifted upstairs to see if there's any change."

"Okay, in case you feel sick or something call out for Rudra."

"Okay," I suppressed a tell tale smile sneaking on my face. Immediately I turned around and began to climb.

In my room, I went straight to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a quick shower and changed into a sheer black negligee. I loved the way the soft fabric brushed against my skin and the way it accentuated the pale colour of my overly exposed skin. In a country like mine, amber hair and a pale complexion are considered a rare commodity. I have received many appreciating glances and compliments over the years, until lately, when bad health began to tell on my face.

I sat before the dark mahogany dressing table and began to appraise what I saw. I pinched my cheeks to lend them a little colour, applied a deep red lipstick, then began to brush my hair to perfect silk. It was long and flowing and I was a little vain about the way it curled at the ends around my waist. I dabbed a little perfume over my overripe breasts, specially the cleavage that my brother adored nuzzling into. When I was fairly satisfied with the way I smelt and appeared, I lay under the covers to take a tiny nap before he returned.

I hadn't slept long when I was woken by his hand trying to get to me under the covers. In the end he simply lifted them and stood there in silent bewilderment at my appearance. I hadn't dressed in quite a while for him during the night. A smile crept over my face, catching his reaction. I still had it in me...to stop him in his tracks with one look.

"Ummmm," I purred sexily and stretched like a sleepy cat. Instantly his hand was all over my creamy breasts. He lifted one out of its prison, then the other before they were both jiggling freely in his hands. My nipples tautened and rose to attention. He touched my contours with his warm hands sending ripples of electric charges through my supple body. "Suckle my breasts," I urged him and he attacked my them.

He took a mouthful of my breast then began to suck and bite, cupping it with both his hands to raise each peak. Every time he reached the nipple so, he stretched and pulled at it. My hands dragged him against my breast and my back arched to give him easy access. A smile spread across my face again; he was crazy about breasts. The very sight of them brought out the devil in him.

Once he was finished with them, they felt ablaze with all the pulling and tugging. I loved pleasing him and was glad to see satisfaction shine back in his eyes. His palm felt my belly.

"Each day from today onwards, I'm going to try and get you pregnant. It's just today that I found out that pregnancy can be dangerous for a woman after her mid thirties and so I've bought you some books. Please read them so you know everything there is to about pregnancy," he whispered vehemently. "Riya I'm not joking darling, stop smirking. I'm serious, I love you and I can't lose you. Tell me that you'll go through them." He waited for my response.

"Of course I will, Rudra." I smiled and kissed his Eric Robert lips.

Then I told him about ma wanting to live at the farm with her sister and to be true I think I did see a glimpse of relief beneath the cloud of worry on his face. "Did she say anything about when she's planning to move." 

"No, but she did sound kind of enthusiastic."

"Yea," he smirked, "Of course I'm the one who'll be caught between the two of you."

"How long will it be to get me pregnant?"

"Not long at all, we begin right away." With that he began to strip me off my negligee. " Before your period, if I can help it."

I helped him pull his shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his engorged penis. My baby making gun, I so wanted to feel it performing its duty inside my cunt. He cuddled me for a while under the covers for I had begun to tremble violently.

"Easy baby," came his deep throated reassurance.

"I'm going to make a baby in you, that's all, you want it know?"

I nodded my approval. "I can't wait." My voice trembled.

"I know babe. Neither can I." "Seeing you pregnant with my baby is all I think about. My beautiful sister, carrying my healthy inbred baby."

He liked referring to that. Perhaps this incest thing was a turn on for him, so he kept referring to inbreeding. No matter, I was ready to play along as long as he wanted me. That was my only concern. I couldn't think of a life without him now.

"Make love to me bhaiya. I want to be your pregnant whore." I gave him a slutty smile.

He bit into my mouth without another word, holding me hard against himself. My breasts crushed against his hard chest. I opened my fleshy thighs and felt his middle finger open me. He turned it around stretching my warm hole wide then aimed his hard on towards my vagina. Just as I held my breath he rammed it inside me with full force. After a few heavenly strokes he pushed a pillow beneath my hips, so it would help with the pregnancy. 

Then began to batter me in earnest. He pumped my pussy and mauled my breasts. I had bite marks down my neck to between my breasts. I was beginning to have a liking for pain. I lifted my legs around his waist while he continued to ram inside me. This gave him deeper penetration and in my heart I began to pray for a miracle.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm,Rudraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," I felt my pussy leak its juices when I came shuddering in his arms.

"Riyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," he came with me and gave me a pussy full of semen. 

We lay spent against each other, panting. It was two in the night when we stirred awake. He was still inside me and his penis had hardened again. 

"I'll give it a go one more time," he whispered.

"Hmmm," I whispered back. 

He turned me around to lie on my stomach. "Now lift just your buttocks," he ordered and I obeyed. Most of my head rested against the pillows, my thighs were raised on my knees while my buttocks jutted back at him. He was ready.

His hard on slipped easily inside me again, perhaps cos I was so wet from our mixed juices. He began with long strokes, which felt comforting after his ramming earlier. He would slide the entire length of his penis almost out then slide it back in . He did this a few times then gradually began to build his tempo.

Every time he rammed inside me it gave deeper penetration, and his balls rubbed against my clitoris heightening my pleasure. I groaned aloud inside the pillow when I came and within a couple of second he had dumped his load inside me as well. We slumped into the mattress, sweating and panting once again from our mutual endeavours. He took the vaginal plug from my bed side drawer and slid it inside me while he slipped out of my bed into his. This is the first time he had fucked me in my bed. 

Thankfully by the time ma came to check on me early morning there were no tell tale signs from the night before. Ma is an early riser, she likes to get a head start each day, to pray early in the morning.

"How did you sleep?" she inquired of me.

"Okay, actually better than down there." I answered fulfilling her query.

She nodded. "Tea?"

"Yes." I smiled. Would it be alright for the baby I wondered. I did know that green tea was. Perhaps once I knew I was pregnant I would switch over.

I climbed down two steps at a time and began to prepare tea for the both of us. Bhaiya could do with a little more sleep. I smiled shyly.

I began humming a tune and ma gave me a curious glance but thankfully she didn't question me. She was busy telling the beads of her rosary, chanting mantras. We shared a quiet cup of tea watching sea gulls fish for food, feeding their nestlings perched precariously over the cliff side. Soon bhaiya and I would have acquired a similar role. I smiled shyly again.

"What's with you today?" Ma shook me out of my reverie.

"Nothing," I said without thought, too scared my look might give me away.

"What nothing, you seem ecstatic about something. What is it? Tell me?"

"I told you ma, it's nothing." I tried to evade the issue, got up from my chair to put the cups into the sink.

"Have you found someone?" Her voice had such a childlike curiosity in it. It almost made me chuckle. Only if it hadn't been for my secret.

"Maybe," I began to play along.

"Tell me all about it," she was thrilled. After an entire eon which parent would not be I thought. 

At 65, under normal circumstances, she would already have been playing with her grandsons. My heart felt an ache beyond repair. She would never play with our child. It would not be possible. My child would not know his only grandparent. My eyes filmed at once and I turned my face away pretending to be busy with morning chores. I knew she was too old fashioned to accept the relationship Rudra and I shared.

She was still waiting. "If there's anyone ma, you'll be the first to know." I tried to sound cheerful.

"I don't know what I've done to deserve this from the both of you. I want to hold at least one grandchild in my arms before I die. Is it too much to ask of you two?"

Do you mean together or separately. I cracked a lame joke in my head. We're both trying ma, came another one. "I hope you won't have to wait too long ma." It was more a prayer than a consolation to my mother.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, getting into my room. I had brought tea for him. I placed the cup on the bed side table and sat next to my sleeping love. My heart cheered a little watching my handsome brother sleep. He would find a way out, I knew he would. I ran my fingers through his silky raven black hair. My palm felt his cheek. "Wake up darling." I whispered into his ear, then traced a line of kisses from his forehead to his neck. I rubbed a shaky thumb against his lips, then took them into my mouth for a deep kiss. 

Immediately he opened his mouth and pulled me to savour the sweetness of my mouth. Our embrace tightened as he half lifted me over himself. We began to moan softly. He broke our kiss, we couldn't get into this right now. Both of us had to go to work. He kissed my cheek and pushed me back at once to look into my face. " Have you been crying." He frowned.

Tears welled in my eyes and my lips drooped at the edges. I dipped my chin in despair.

"What's wrong Riya?"

"Ma wants to have grandchildren, she was wondering why I was humming in the morning and thought that I had finally found someone to be with. She said neither of us had given her any grand kids and that It was high time. Will our baby never know her bhaiya?" I began to sob.

"Don't be absurd, Riya. I'll find a way. Stop crying. I'll find a way, okay, of getting them to meet." He kissed me again until I had fairly sobered down. "Take a shower now, my sugar lump(that was his pet name for me that flooded back so many memories) and I'll join you in a bit.

While I undressed for a shower I heard him go down stairs. I had finished by the time he came back. With our doors locked he came into my room and grabbed me from behind, sliding the robe off me until I was standing naked before him. We were standing before my mirror. Our gaze met in the the reflection. His were brimming with lust. Lust for his sexy sister.

He admired me in the mirror. My breasts though huge were firm and perky and did not droop at all. He cupped them below with his palms, pulled them up and then let them go several times. His hands then began to travel down my belly while he kissed my back all the way to my spine. He kissed my buttocks rubbing them gently. It was so erotic watching him do things to me in the mirror. Next his two fingers disappeared between my thighs into my freshly cleaned folds and he dragged the vaginal plug out, smeared with our juices. When he gently pulled it out, a sticky silken strand of our mixed juices wove its way into existence.

"Oh baby." I heard him moan over my head. "I want to fuck you hard." He began to breathe roughly. I pushed my buttocks into his erection and heard him groan. My own heart thudded.

"Fuck me." I breathed unevenly.

"What are you two doing? You're late," ma hollered and snapped us out of our heaven.

We moaned our disappointment and bhaiya was left with no other alternative but to push the cold, sticky vaginal plug back inside its warm home. He went in to take a shower, the door of the bathroom open, so he could watch me dress.

I arranged an extravagant display.

I took out a beige satin saree with a proper blouse. I was after all a University Professor of Anthropology. I could hardly go out looking like a hooker. I wore a lacy bra pretending to have difficulty stuffing my huge breasts inside the small cups, which I'm sure squeezed at least a couple of groans from my brother. I saw his hungry eyes rove over me. I slipped on my matching thongs leaving not much to the imagination, then wore my petticoat and began to drape my saree. 

Once I was done with the pleats, I threw an appraising look into the mirror and let the rest of the material flow freely over my shoulder. I took out a pair of earrings that I had got at one of the emporiums a few years ago, touched up my face lightly, coiled my hair into a neat bun and placed a string of pearls around my slender neck. I took out a pair of my most comfortable wedges and I was ready to go.

By the time bhaiya got ready I had got my stuff ready for the Univ. and in no time we were at work. 

My face flushed every time I remembered the morning. It was like experiencing a mini orgasm. It was only twelve when I received my first text from him and I was pleasantly surprised.

"I want you." He texted. I smiled.

"Then fuck me." I responded.

"Do you want me cumming alone."He replied and my smile grew wider.

"Absolutely not, in fact it should be rendered a crime." I wrote back.

Every one around me had noticed me messaging. I usually never text anyone for there was no one, so this was kind of a surprise for everyone. I quickly changed my brother's name to el monstruo. I smiled my cat with a canary smile. It would keep everyone guessing. Perhaps an internet affair they would think. But now my secret was safe.

"What do you suggest we do?" he texted back.

"What's on your mind will work for me." I sent a grin.

"What time are you free?" he asked.

"I'm free and leaking." I texted back.

"Stop it,or would you rather someone found me humping a chair?" He was desperate.

"Okay sorry. Pick me up." I took a leave pretending to have an asthma attack which is why my brother was coming to pick me.

Within ten minutes we were taking a turn on NH26 into the main city. Rudra kept a suite in the city for meeting up with clients, which is where we were headed. No one asked us questions at the reception even when I was apparently wheezing. We took the lift and we dared not look at each other. We had to wait till we reached the door and then we could give way to our desires.

Tring the alarm sprang to life when our elevator reached our suite. The moment we were inside we sprang at each other. We tore our clothes until we were naked and then he pressed me against the mattress below him. There was no foreplay, my wheezing didn't register either, all that mattered was his desire to be inside me. He took out the vaginal plug then rammed inside me without warning and began to breathe roughly, brutally pushing his engorged penis inside my love hole. I loved the way he was hurting me and my lungs began to protest, bursting with desire. 




Riya and Rudra Ch. 05



"Ummmmmm, hurt me harder Rudra." He paused for the briefest moment and looked into my deep eyes at the utterance of his name. His mouth descended over mine holding mine inside his. Then he began to slam his penis all the way to his balls inside me. It hurt. It hurt and that aroused me even more. Every time he slammed he shoved me deeper into the mattress under him.

"Aaaaaaaaahhh," I moaned in pain and that drove him over the edge. He quickened his fucking, slamming harder against me like a cannon ball.

"Get pregnant you bitch." Our orgasms came at the same time and that made this coupling more pleasurable than any other.

"You like getting hurt." It was more a statement than a query. 

"Yes," I replied with faint embarrassment. "Do you like hurting me?" I asked reluctantly.

"Physically- No, emotionally – no, but sexually - I think yes."

"I like you to hurt me, really hurt me." I shuddered at my own acceptance of it.

"Okay babe," his hand trembled where he placed it over my belly. "But only until you're pregnant. We can end up hurting the baby. How many days till your period?"

"A couple, I'm usually late, so we won't find out until a week or so later."

He nodded. 

"What will we call our baby?"

"Yukti if it's a girl and Vansh if it's a boy." 

He smiled at my instantaneous reply.

"You've been thinking a lot about it."



Riya and Rudra Ch. 06



Chapter 6 -- A Pregnancy Test

When we reached home around evening ma had already been waiting for us.

"What took you so long? I've been worried sick. Someone called from the Univ. asking after you and I didn't even know what they were talking about. Am I even a part of this family or not? Now she directed her anger towards Rudra. And you're supposed to be the elder of the two, shouldn't you have called me?" Mother asked anxiously.

"I took her to the hospital, they gave her an intravenous injection so we couldn't move immediately. Sorry ma, I didn't even know someone had told you, or I'd have called."

That was that. But the worse thing was that ma asked me to sleep with her that night. "I lifted expectant eyes to his face, so he would intervene and save me. But he didn't. I felt agitated. This was the first time he had disappointed me. Dejectedly I turned in for the night lying next to ma. I tossed and turned most of the night, ma by my side, inquiring what the matter was every turn. 

"Ma am alright. Go to sleep okay. I'm feeling better now." What I couldn't tell her was I had gotten used to sleeping with a thick cock stuffed inside my pussy. My heart ached for it, my body trembled with my own desires. Angry tears ran down my cheeks. I was angry with him for leaving me here; with ma for being over protective. But most of all, cos I didn't have it in me to sleep one night away from him. I wanted him and I wanted him for good. If things didn't turn out the way we had planned, I would kill myself. I thought in frustration. I was going to kill myself before his very eyes, I vowed to myself.

In the morning ma suggested I take a leave from the Univ., but I felt like getting away. I felt sorry for myself, unhappy and depressed to the core that he had done nothing to come to me the entire night. I was a fool to think I meant anything to him beside just a play thing. He toyed with when the mood hit him.

In the car, I sat in the back seat. He threw me a weary look but I didn't look up and kept my face turned to the window.

"Riya..."

I didn't answer and then he didn't make another attempt to talk. 

Half way across the city I realized he wasn't taking me to the Univ. but to his suite. I blew my top.

"Where are you taking me? I spat out at him.

He didn't answer.

"Stop just now, or I'm going to jump out." The scream tore through my chest.

He looked at me in the rear window to assess me and centrally locked the car doors. It made me mad with rage. I knew all I needed was a good hard fuck and I'd be over it in no time at all. But I felt betrayed from last night, and now I felt needy. I didn't want him like this. 

"Stop the God damned car," I raged again. 

He threw me a thunderous look and the car swerved to a screeching halt on the edge of the national highway. Before I knew it he had dragged me out with a vice like grip on my wrists. The pain drew a scream from my throat and then I was scared. I had never seen him this angry.

He pulled me out then pushed me against the car shoving his member against my pubic mound while he mauled and bruised my lips in broad daylight, for everyone to see. My attempts to push him away turned futile. I was no match for his strength. I might as well not try at all. He sucked my tongue angrily, bit my lips while his penis began to stir in his pants.

I moaned into his mouth too drugged to open my eyes, at who could see us or not. He thrust his hard on against my mound forcing me to spread my legs. 

"Stop it Rudra, please." I managed to say.

"Someone might see us."

"Isn't this what you wanted then?" He spat into my mouth.

I moaned at his renewed onslaught."Please." 

"Why what does it matter? Isn't that what you want? My owning you. I'm not afraid of doing it in broad daylight. If I'm ready to jeopardize our future together lets go out with a bang."

Suddenly the gravity of the situation descended upon me and my chin dipped. Helpless tears began to run down my cheeks. He was right. Getting caught now would be fool hardy. I knew he couldn't refuse ma anything. If she asked him to stay away from me, he would have to comply, and where would that leave me. I couldn't spend one night without him, leave alone a lifetime. I shuddered in his arms.

"I'm sorry." I hugged him and broke down and cried out my hearts discontent. Seeing my tears he mellowed down at once. He hugged me to himself rocking me against his broad chest.

"You think it was easy for me babe," he coaxed me into silence. "I haven't slept a wink last night, hush now and don't cry like that. I'll make up for last night, I promise." He turned my swollen eyes to his. "Look what you've done to your pretty face, over me, you fool. You're so stupid Riya. I love you, don't you understand that. I've loved you since the first day I saw you. So bear with me, I always have your best interest at heart. We can't risk what we have, for anything."

I nodded against his chest, he let me rest for a bit. 

"Come now sit next to me. Isn't it enough that I had to spend the night without you."

I smiled a crooked smile, the thought alone of the night before was overwhelming. It brought instant tears to my eyes again and my lips drooped at the edges.

"Come on my sweet, I'm sorry, I'll never let it happen again, I promise. And tell those people not to call ma each time you take a leave. I've a feeling it's going to happen quite often from now on." He gave me his lopsided grin and a weary smile broke on my face too.

"Come now you nincompoop," he handed me his cell phone, "give them a call and tell them you're not coming. I gave a chuckle and did as I was asked. On the way to his suite he gave ma a call telling her not to worry for I was with him. He explained that I had started to wheeze and so he thought it better that I take a leave from Univ. and since he had to meet clients right away he was taking me along and we would return together. That said we had the entire day to ourselves. 

He slowly stripped me of my clothes. He was in no hurry and neither was I. Then he placed me on the large bed in the master bedroom. He entered me slowly then began to move in an unhurried rhythmic, slow gyrating motion. He let the orgasm build naturally from a tiny stirring in the pit of my stomach to a massive tornado ready to rip me in two. We came together and he dumped his entire load from last night inside my hungry womb. I lifted my legs to keep his precious cum inside me.

Inside the shower after much rubbing and kissing, I sat on my knees my lustful eyes reverted to him. The water from the shower fell over us in the glass cubicle forming rivulets all over my body and my mouth working around his shaft. I sucked his head tracing his pee hole with the tip of my tongue. I heard him moan and he leaned against the glass enjoying my ministrations on his hard cock. I swallowed it into my mouth gulping the water dripping from it and began to work back and forth stuffing my face as much as I could with his huge cock.

"Ummmmmmhhhhhh, I heard him moan again deep down in his throat. His one hand grabbed a fistful of my hair behind my head and pushed to make me take more of his hard on inside my hot mouth. He began to slowly fuck my face. A few times the motion he had built almost choked me but my desire to pleasure him always won and I let him do as he pleased. To my disappointment he did not come in my mouth. There was a bigger plan for the cum. He roughly pushed me to the floor and stuffed my pussy full of hard cock.  

"Ummmmm," I so loved it. An entire night of craving for it had made me so horny, I welcomed its presence inside me again. "Fuck me bhaiya and fuck me hard." I spoke into his ear and he began to ram his cock inside my cunt making my secret recesses open to his member. My pussy felt ripped and abused by the time he dumped what was left of his load, inside me. Then he took my lips in a hard kiss still not satisfied and we began to work on another orgasm. By evening he had given me so many orgasms in so many different ways that my head felt light and my legs felt wobbly. Well thankfully by the time I reached home I could pretend I wasn't feeling well and give in to the exhaustion. 

I had to sleep with ma again and although unhappy I was not as displeased as I was yesterday about it. During the night I was woken from my deep slumber from a vibration that emitted somewhere deep in my pussy. I sat up at once cupping my pussy. The vaginal plug. I smiled then peered at ma, she was fast asleep so I tiptoed my way up to my brothers room. I could always pretend to have come for my inhaler. 

He sat in bed awaiting my arrival. We smiled at each other and I dived into his bed.

"This will be my secret signal for you and if I don't see you here in five minutes I'll vibrate your pussy to an orgasm so you wake the entire household." He said chirpily not a hint of sleep in his eyes.

"Hehe, okay that's just fine by me. Now do me before ma wakes up." He stripped me at once pulling and tugging at my tits then nuzzling against them. He squeezed them both together then nuzzled in the perfumed valley. He inhaled deeply.

"You smell like, hmm I can't pin it, but I'll try- like wild flowers," he announced. 

I tried to nuzzle but couldn't reach my cleavage. "Well I'll just have to take your word for it." I told him

I pulled down his boxers and his hard on sprang to life. I know straddling him wasn't the best way to get pregnant. But right now I felt so much like it, I didn't give much thought to anything else but pleasuring myself. I aimed my pussy over his hard cock then sat down on it submerging the long hard cock at one go. He breathed in sharply and I began to hump him gradually building a tempo. My jiggling firm breasts with tender nipples a sight for sore eyes. He grabbed them savagely biting on them every chance he got. 

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh," I came loudly and made no attempts to muffle my voice. Then I fell against him, his face between my jugs.

I breathed shakily my pussy juices slowly leaking out of me around his cock buried deep inside me. He turned me over after a while and we assumed our usual position of him sleeping over me still buried inside me. 

Morning made me jump and I woke with a start, Rudra was still partially sleeping over me but his flaccid penis had slipped out of my cunt somewhere during the night. I covered his nakedness with the sheets.

I could hear ma climbing up the stairs calling out to me. I got up at once, pulled my nighty over my head and dashed into my room my heart racing in fear. I slipped under the covers then remembered the vaginal plug I had left on his bedside. Stark terror gripped my heart, the kind that knows no bounds and I began to choke feeling a massive asthma attack come on. 

"When did you come here?" Ma inquired of me, a frown creasing her innocent face.

"I couldn't sleep downstairs, the room felt stuffy." I ended breathlessly.

She came to my side and quickly helped me with the inhaler. "You should have woken me or at least Rudra."

She began to walk to his room. "No, don't wake him, I'm fine." I pleaded.

"Why not, if you feel comfortable sleeping here then Rudra can keep a watch over you." She spoke and went into his room to wake him.

My heart rammed so hard against my ribcage, I thought I was going to die of suffocation. I coughed to clear the constriction in my respiratory passage to speak but no words came out.

In a minute they both came to my bedside, while I kept my gaze to the floor. I didn't know whether she had seen the vaginal plug or if she had missed it. But the onslaught wasn't far, if she had. 

"I'll take her for a thorough check up today. In all probability it's just the weather and nothing more to worry about." He looked apprehensively at me. He didn't know whether I was acting or what.

"Stay home today." Ma advised.

"No, I'm fine," I answered between gasps.

"Go at least for the check up then."

I nodded and after ma had made sure there was nothing to worry she left Rudra by my side while she went about her daily routine.

Rudra grinned at me, " Hmm so what happened? All I heard was you thumping your way out of my room."

"Did you pick the vaginal plug," I asked in a huff at his cool demeanor.

"Of course I did." He grinned back.

I punched his shoulder with a small fist. "I almost died."

"Well you needn't leave such things on public display." He smirked.

"Haaaa," I breathed a sigh of relief. He produced it from his pocket, slipped his hands under the covers, opened my thighs and slowly drilled it back into its hole pushing it further than it could go and making me flinch in pain. We smiled, my head pushing back into the pillows loving the idea of him hurting me. He pushed again pressing his finger on the vaginal plug trying to press its massive head inside my pussy. His fingers against my skin sending tingling impulses to my pussy and making it throb. 

"Ummmmmmm," I moaned. "Ssssss ...hurt me," I whispered and felt him push the object further in. "Tear me up," I nearly orgasmed. He pushed his lips onto mine kissing me hard, simultaneously pushing the plug deeper in my folds, waiting for me to writhe in pain. The vaginal plug began to move further inside me, followed by his finger. But I could take him only till the first phalange before it began to hurt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I cried my anguish into his mouth and he stopped at once, lifting his head to look into my flushed face.

"Did I hurt you," he whispered hoarsely.

"No,not much, I loved it." I said breathlessly.

I think you will like fisting. I smiled. "I think so too." 

"Perhaps once I've satisfied myself enough on your tight cunt," he offered, "I could give you a taste of my hand. He lifted it for me to see. They were massive and hairy. Just the way I like them.

Would I never tire of his lovemaking? So many times we had, had sex and he still hadn't scratched the tip of the iceberg. I smiled.

"I like when you play and experiment with me." I looked into his deep dark eyes.

He was many shades darker than me, almost bronzed and sun baked. "I love to experiment with you, but first things first. You're going to have a baby first and then we can start experimenting on you." A smile playing at the edges of his lips.

Just the thought of it was exciting and his jugular began to flutter in the hollow of his throat. Experiments opened such a wide range of possibilities. My heart began to thud and my lungs began to wheeze.

"Is there time for a quickie." He enquired.

Of course there was always time for a quickie. I smiled my approval.

The vaginal plug was again left to dry itself in the cool air of the morning, replaced with a bigger better thing inside me. Under the covers he began to fuck me hard and fast. Our only motive a quick thunderous orgasm which would tide us over till our afternoon rendezvous. We lay there spent and he let me sleep in for a bit, the vaginal plug and all. He slipped out and walked naked into the bath leaving the door slightly ajar for me to watch before I drifted off. 

Drift off I did but not before I saw him pump his organ in his fist almost strangling the old thing in the process. He came hard, but I don't think there was any semen in him left to lose. It was all being safely packed into my womb.

That day we went to our doctor, then to his office. Strangely we fucked fewer times than before and only slept, most of the day. He asked his secretary to postpone his meetings. He didn't feel like leaving me alone. We cuddled in bed and slept, our naked limbs entangled in a Freudian embrace.

Two months had gone by and each day during lunch we took a trip to his suite for a nice day time fuck. I had been late an entire month and so decided to take a home pregnancy test. I did not tell him. I wanted it to be a surprise. I had taken one a few days back when I had begun to feel signs of being pregnant. I felt lethargic, nauseated, and dizzy all the time. My breasts felt tender.

I had told him and he had got me a test himself, but it turned out to be negative. His face had visibly fallen. I couldn't bear to see that look on his face again. I was beginning to wonder whether something was wrong with me. I hoped and prayed that there wasn't. Both of us were so inclined on having a baby that a thing like this would prove devastating.

I went into his bathroom and waited anxiously for the stick to turn red. I came out. He was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me, shirtless, his belt drawn from its buckle. I walked to him without a word and his mouth fell open. "Are you pregnant? Did you take a test? His excitement began to grow and I couldn't contain mine.

I jumped into his arms laughing and hugging and kissing his face. "Yes." We both laughed hopping with complete and utter joy before he stopped me.

"Don't jump my sweet, you're going to have a baby now. Oh baby!" He kissed my face. True to his word he restricted my life to a sedentary pace. He was so overly protective that I felt sometimes that there was an invisible armor before me. Our love making sessions continued but they were far from being wild now. They were for lack of a better explanation an experiment in a controlled environment. I dare not moan either, for fear he would stop, in case he hurt the baby by accident.

Life went by, one day rolling into another. These days were the happiest of my life. I felt loved. I felt a sense of belonging. Until that was, I started showing signs of being pregnant. At four months it was a miracle that we had been able to keep it a secret from mother and others who knew us. Mother had moved to the farm with her sister two months ago, she visited only occasionally. For the moment the secret was safe.

But the bump on my stomach had started asking for attention. I felt eyes rove over my bump, wondering eyes, some puzzled and others curious and Rudra had noticed them as well. I tried to hide my growing belly under loose fitting clothes but soon even that would not work. At night we would discuss the next plan of action. We came to the conclusion that there was only one alternative left, that I apply for a work permit to Switzerland. 

Ma was to arrive from the farm after almost a month and I wasn't feeling on top of the world. I was feeling nauseated and dizzy and had spent the entire day in bed. But by evening I knew that no matter what, I would have to pretend I was fine. So when she arrived I greeted her with my usual enthusiasm. But felt sick to my stomach in the first few minutes and I had to run to the bath room. I was in no condition to walk and Rudra had to lift me and bring me back to bed. 

Ma threw me a suspicious glance. She instinctively knew things were not right. "Why can't I tell her it's your baby, it's not like we're related or something. She'll understand." I spoke softly.

"No, she wouldn't Riya, don't ever do that." He sounded bewildered at my suggestion.

"What's wrong with you?" Ma had come into my room. She asked my brother to leave and my hackles raised. She knew. My heart began to thud in my ears. 

"Riya what's wrong?" She asked again. Had God handpicked this family. Everyone was a clairvoyant. 

"Are you pregnant?" Her query was like a whip lash against my skin.

I saw Rudra move into my room.

"Yes." I whispered.

There was a long pause. Ma was shocked at what she had just heard. 

"Whose is it?" She asked without emotion.

"I can't say," Of course she understood something entirely different. 

"You can't say," She exhaled. "What are you now, a common prostitute? Ma put a hand across her mouth to muffle a sob. "You knew?" She turned on my brother.

He nodded, shame written across his face.

"Now you help her get rid of it. Besmirching the family name," she sobbed, "that's what I got you back for."




Riya and Rudra Ch. 06



She had stabbed through my heart, my lips trembled as sobs tore through my heart.

"Take her now," ma shouted and immediately Rudra came to stand between her and me. 

"It's too late ma, she's already four months pregnant." His voice twisted with inner turmoil.

"Then take her out of my sight, I curse the day she was born." Ma and Rudra disappeared behind the door. I could hear him console ma in the corridor. I felt alone again. All alone in the world. Rudra had let her believe I was a prostitute. My heart wrenched. I felt a stab of pain in my stomach and I buckled.

"My own flesh and blood." I heard ma scream in the corridor and my ears prickled. What was she talking about? "Rudra do you remember when I first gave her up. I cried for days, it felt like I had cut my heart out. Then when I got her back again I thanked God for saving her from that dreadful accident. But for what. So she could stab me with a knife in return and besmirch my name." 

I shuddered as the implication of what she was saying dawned upon me. Rudra was my brother and he had known it all along. "Do you know about inbreeding?" My mind began to circle and I closed my eyes. My hand traced the baby growing inside me and every piece fell into the puzzle. That is why he didn't want ma to know, I understood now. She would never be able to withstand the shock of it or the implications thereof. 

My hand felt our illegitimate heir, our inbred baby. The act spelt notoriety, perversion, taboo, incest and something stirred in my groin. Did I still want the baby? Yes, I did. Did it matter that Rudra was my own brother? It did, but there was a part of me that craved him and that had never loved him like a brother, and could never now. We'd have to leave for certain. No one could ever find out. It would be our secret.

Outside I heard Rudra telling ma that he would take me away until the delivery. 

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I snuggled before the fire letting my mind drift from one memory to another. I was nine months pregnant and on a maternity leave from the Univ. We had married in a local church a few days after our arrival. Here we did not have to hide from anyone, of course that didn't include our letting the secret out of the bag either. My mind drifted back home, to ma. She had spoken to me once or twice since then and only when I had been hospitalized in a critical condition. I still couldn't live with the way I had hurt mother.

Both Rudra and I felt guilty of that, but I guess his explanation of why this happened did make sense. He had never got the chance to bond with me like a sibling. I had been given up for adoption to my parents, Rudra's paternal aunt and uncle as a newborn. When I had been brought back after the accident at the age of seven my brother saw only a girl and not a sister. He sniggered saying he wasn't used to girls roaming half naked in the house giving out banshee calls. He fell in love he said not with a sister but a girl.

I was due in a week and my lungs hyperventilated every time I walked about carrying my bulge. An ultra sound had revealed that I was carrying twins. Yukti and Vansh were coming into the world together. So I was left with no other alternative but to relax all the time by the fire. I had molded Rudra to agree over a home delivery. Any how I had kept my fingers crossed. Would we allow our children to live like we did? Yes, if they wanted to. But of course as parents we would warn them of the consequences. Inbreeding caused genetic disorders in second generation siblings.They could always adopt.

"Rudra," I called out. I'm horny." I shifted the covers off my heavily pregnant body. Lifted my skirts and spread my legs. He came by my side and sat between my legs, his eyes roving hungrily over what he saw. It had been almost a month since we had last fucked to our hearts content. So right now he pleasured his senses with the thought that this was his pregnant sister, with massive jugs of milk, carrying his frolicsome twins and still horny for more. His head disappeared between my thighs and I cooed my pleasure.



Riya and Rudra Ch. 07



Chapter- 7 Turn of events in Switzerland

He licked my slit from top to bottom then sucked my inner lips. Then his long tongue began darting in and out of my vaginal. For the past few months I had been goading him to fist me. I wanted to so feel that hand inside me. But he just wouldn't relent in case the baby was hurt. For months I had tried convincing him but without positive results.

Nearing the end of my pregnancy my sexual drive had gone into an overdrive lat. I wanted to be fucked every hour of every day and so now in my ninth month he had finally relented. I was due in a few days, so in the worst case scenario I'd go into labour while he fisted me and that wouldn't be harmful for the babies anymore for they were already on their way out anyway.

"Ummmmm, harder Rudra," I moaned. "Hurt me." I groaned and brought my legs together to feel his mouth deeper inside me. The babies moved feeling the stirring in my pussy.

Rudra chuckled between my thighs, his palms pressed hard against my swollen belly. "They like it," he stopped to speak.

"Don't stop, Please," I croaked.

He dug in, continuing to eat me again. "Ummmmm." I felt the orgasm building again. "Ahhhhh, I'm almost there," I panted, my nails dug into the back of his neck. His palms went to rest on my buttocks pushing me against his mouth and biting and sucking me hard. He began to torment my clitoris. Tickling it with the tip of his tongue, then sucking, then biting until I had come in his mouth.

I lifted his glistening face and kissed his mouth tasting my juices on his lips. I smiled into his face. "Take me up, will you."

He nodded and sat next to me. I placed my arm over his shoulder and leaned against him. I placed a hand on my back to support my bulk and then shifted my weight a little to the edge of the couch. In one go he had brought me to my feet. My head felt a little woozy, so I waited a minute before beginning to walk upstairs.

I lay in bed with difficulty. He knew what I had brought him here for and he got himself busy collecting the bottle of oil. Once he stood over me, I lifted my maternity smock to bear my legs and my beaver. I never wore panties at all these days. He placed the bottle on the bedside. His hand pushed my thigh to part my legs then placed a towel under my hips. I closed my eyes. A tiny trickle of oil began to fall on my clit and a puddle formed beneath my hips. He slapped it all over my pussy then rubbed it in circles. I was ready and my heart fluttered with excitement.

One hungry middle finger poked at my hole then with a tiny nudge, a little push, slipped snugly into my vagina. The count was on. He began to rotate it languidly inside me stretching my pussy for the next inmate. In a minute another finger made its entry and if hadn't been for my bulk I'd be gyrating my hips to this symphony. He poked it back and forth back and forth stretching me for the ultimate encroachment. All at once, even before I could be ready, his entire hand shaped into a petal barged into my tight space.

"Ahhhhh," I moaned my satisfaction. I loved it when his hand was completely inside me and he began to open it. The feeling was heavenly, painful and heavenly. Right now his petal shaped hand began to ram in and out of me, his other hand resting on my bulge feeling every move that the babies made. He forcibly pushed his hand harder into my depths and a cry escaped my lips.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Rudra," I held his hand, stopping him from going further, then directed him back in. He began to fuck me. It was only during my orgasm while my insides were lubricated enough that it was possible for him to open his hand inside me. 

"Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh," I went with every inward push of his hand. Every now and then he would make me spread my legs further apart. 

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," I moaned and he began to spread his fingers, and fuck me with his entire hand. Back and forth he moved his hand to create space, for the ultimate thing. When he felt he had stretched me enough, he balled his hand into a fist inside me. I asked him to wait letting me adjust to the encroachment.

"Now." I exhaled

Back and forth, back and forth his fist went slamming inside me like a cannon ball. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh." Tears rolled from my eyes. My bladder lost control.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I raised my hips. The orgasm hit me like a tornado, plundering everything in its wake. My body shuddered as ripple after ripple of pleasure raked through my being. His hand never left my bulge. 

As I settled into a stupor from my ordeal, I felt him kiss my lips. "I love you babe," he whispered into my ear then lay down next to me cuddling me in his embrace against his beating heart. He had promised to take care of me and he wasn't leaving any stone unturned.

My head bobbed up and down his shaft. I sucked his cock on my way up and I pressed his balls. I wanted to swallow him, take him in my mouth, make him slide his cock down my throat. I had woken up from my sleep fifteen minutes ago and felt this urge to make him cum inside my mouth. Immediately I made him stand before me and sat on the edge of the bed. Right now my face was stuffed full of hard cock. I held his shaft in my hand aiming it towards my mouth. Wetting my lips I swallowed him whole. My membrane against his skin. Mine soft, yielding and wet; his hard, dry and probing. I sucked and licked until he was throbbing inside my face.

"Fuck me now," I asked him and he began to shove his rod inside my face, his hand behind my head aiming his hard cock into my throat. I gagged every time he shoved it inside my face. I moaned too, I knew It turned him on. Every time I got a chance I would suck his penis on its way out of my mouth. 

"Ummmmmmmmm," he moaned and continued for fifteen minutes to slam his hard on into my throat. His fist tightened in my hair and he began to thrust even harder. Once twice thrice, his shaft jerked before he came inside my throat and fell to his knees before me. He nuzzled against my boobs, panting. I kissed his hair holding him in my arms then kissed the side of his face.

"I'm hungry Rudra," I whispered into his ear. "I want to take a shower first."

He didn't reply, just lay there in my arms. So I let him.

I made lamb chops with gravy and rice, then decided to take a shower. I stood under hot water, my palms covering my face, I let out a contented sigh. Then turned around to let the water drain through my hair along my back. Another sigh escaped my lips. I let the water wash over my body, hot therapeutic water. It hadn't been more than ten minutes yet when the babies moved in my stomach and my arm immediately extended to my swollen belly. I moved a comforting hand over them. The babies moved again, painfully this time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," with a little fright I realized my water had broken.

I felt a jolt of fear in my heart then amidst my anxious thoughts came a touch of reason. In a few hours from now I would be holding two beautiful babies in my arms. My very own, that would belong only to Rudra and me. My very own family. I cleaned myself then stepped into a maternity robe. 

"Rudra," I called out carefully stepping onto the landing over the staircase. I peered down at him in the kitchen. He read the anxiety in my face.

"What's wrong," a frown furrowed his brow and he began to climb two steps at a time.

"My water's just broken," I replied. My eyes reflecting both fear and jubilation at the same time. 

"Hey, I'm here babe aren't I," he took me back into the bedroom and began to gather my things.

Four hours later the contractions began to come closer together. The babies moved closer to the birth canal. I had dilated enough to push one head out at a time but the pain was splitting me in two already. I moaned, my lips dry, my throat parched, my head pushed back into the pillows. 

Rudra pushed my legs apart then made me raise them. 

"Push darling," he commanded and I inhaled deeply then began to push. After successive tries a small head began to emerge. A few more pushes and the shoulders emerged followed by a pigmy body. It was my son. He gave a loud wail and tears streamed down my cheeks, tears of pain, exhaustion and joy. Yes joy, it made my heart swell with pride. Today I had stepped into a new phase of my life. I became the mother of my brother's babies. 

But the battle was still only half won. My daughter still pushed through the birth canal. A little breather and then I was forcing her out like my son. Consecutive pushes and her head emerged at my opening. Getting her tiny frame out was far easier in comparison to my son. She wailed a similar more musical cry and my son joined in. In a few minutes I had two babies suckling at my jugs, milk freely streaming down the sides of their mouths. I had a feeling I would need a third party to empty them each night. I intended feeding my angels only fresh milk. I knew no way would my tiny angels be able to empty out these massive jugs all on their own. I smiled with joy. They were the only two things that I loved as much as I loved Rudra.

"Rudra," I moaned, my eyes heavy with exhaustion and sleep. A face emerged next to mine. He was crying and my heart went out to him.

"I love you." I lifted my lips for a kiss. His were moist and salty.

"I love you too, Riya," his voice broke on a sob. 

"Our babies, Rudra," I whispered before drifting off into deep sleep.

Two weeks later ma was coming to visit us. She had been unable to resist the gurgling cries of our babies over the phone and had expressed a reluctant desire to see them in person before having them given up for adoption. Of course no one was giving my babies up for adoption but that's what mother thought. So we played along until she was with us. My brother had at once honed in on the opportunity to bring the family together and had coaxed ma into coming to Switzerland.

"The air will do you good ma. You will not regret it." He said with inflection.

Two weeks later I was giving last touches to her room while Rudra had left for the airport. He had just put the babies to sleep while I had been setting things right for ma's stay with us which meant Rudra and I would be putting up in separate rooms. We had taken the two adjoining bed rooms upstairs and given ma our own bedroom. Hopefully the week that she was going to spend with us would be disaster free. I still remember the last note we had parted on and I let out a shiver. I prayed that god would help us reconcile, it broke my heart to see her unhappy. 

She met me with a guarded expression on her face. I had shame written all over mine. "How are you ma?" my voice faltered and my eyes began to weep their discontent. She held me in an embrace but did not reply. Her lips drooped at the edges but she did not give way to her feelings.

Rudra led us to her bedroom and I quietly helped her unpack. Once she had taken a bath and rested, she had asked Rudra to bring her to my room. The house echoed baby cries. When she came in, I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. I was feeding Yukti while Vansh was in the crib googoo-gaga-ing to his imaginary friends. Rudra got Vansh out to introduce him to his grandma, then pushed him into ma's open arms. Her face twisted in pain and she began to sob. I began to weep again. The babies began to echo our sorrow as well and the whole household began to lament the distances that had separated us.

"Shouldn't this be a time to celebrate. Look at us," Rudra cracked a joke almost close to tears himself. "God has been grateful, today my whole family is under the same roof again." He said and I smiled through tears lifting loving eyes to him. We had sacrificed so much for being together but it hadn't broken us. Even ma had sacrificed for us. I consoled Yukti then lifted her to place her in mother's arms. Ma looked like someone who had hit a jack pot. A year ago she had been aching for one grandchild and now she had two in her arms. Her smile was genuine, I had known her long to know that much. She may not have forgiven me, but I knew she had braced the idea of becoming a grandma to my children. I knew she had chucked the thought of adoption right out of the window and I breathed a sigh of relief. At night while ma retired to her room Rudra dragged me from mine.

"Rudra lets not take risks tonight." I whispered too scared of being caught.

"Don't worry, she won't come up." He said hoarsely.

"Just one day Rudra," let's not tempt the Gods.

"I can't sleep without you," he spoke into my ear. "I need you." He pushed a hard on into my pussy. He liked living on the edge. His fingers began to pull my nipple over my night dress. 

"Don't tempt fate Rudra, please," I raised helpless eyes at him.

Anger flashed in his. "I want you right now." Annoyed that I was able to fight my need for him. 

"I need you too, babe," I coaxed, "but I'm too scared."

In one great sweep I was half bent over his shoulder and he was taking me into his room. I smiled at his Neanderthal maneuver even though I was on tenterhooks the whole time. He pressed one boob over my nighty feeling my nipple between his fingers. I bit into my lip stopping myself from moaning. He fondled my breasts while kissing my lips. Milk began to ooze from my nipples and he loved the feel of wetness in his hands. His fingers began to drag the zip sensually down to my navel. One massive jug was exposed before his hungry mouth descended on it.

"Umhhhhh," I moaned holding his head against my breast just the way I did with my babies. My back arched and one finger plunged into my molten folds. Rudra began to empty my jug making hungry slurping sounds. I loved it when he suckled my breasts. I began to rub my clit in round circles and not before long I had cum to my own ministrations. He had emptied both my jugs and I helped him unzip his pants. I wanted his long dick inside me.

"Ummmmhhhhhhhhh, I moaned my heart's content while he began to slam into my love hole. He fucked me harder now. I was more his now than I had been before. I was his wife now, the mother of his children and he felt he had more rights on me now than before. Right now he wanted to satisfy himself and he was doing a great job of it. Every time his engorged dick slammed into me, I bit into my lip keeping myself from crying in pain. He knew I loved pain and so each night now he tortured me with his hard dick. He made me insert objects into my vagina and my anus so he could fulfill my desire and I loved to please him even if it meant writhing in pain half the time. But eventually it ended up giving us both a lot of pleasure. 

Right now he kissed me. "Sleep with me babe, I want to stay inside you." I nodded and he slept in my embrace. Mid way through the night the babies began crying and I crept out of bed half asleep to feed my hungry angels on fresh milk. I heard ma creep up into the room a few minutes later and my heart jumped. Thank god I had come back on time. She held a crying Vansh and began to rock him in her arms. 

The entire week ma and the babies were inseparable. She took care of them almost entirely by herself and that gave Rudra and me time to recover from our exhaustion. At the end of the week Rudra had convinced ma into extending her stay for a little while more and ma had agreed.

"What are you going to do now?" Ma had started off one day without warning, while Rudra was out.

"I haven't thought about it ma." I dipped my chin in shame reminiscing what I had done to her name.

"Well adoption is out of the question, you won't be able to do it." She said without blinking an eye. She was still angry with me.

"Yes, I know," I replied close to tears.

"Then what are your other options. You will have thought of something, while you were having them."

Rudra and I had discussed once the possibility of his adopting the babies himself if ma pushed me into giving them up. In a country like ours no one questioned your origin if you had a father. Not much importance was given to a mother. The women in our country were still fighting for their rightful place in society. I know their condition was pathetic but as far as I was concerned it worked just fine for me. It wasn't a place in society that I was after, just as long I could be with my babies and didn't have to be separated from them. It did not matter what I had to forgo to make that come true. That's the only thought that came to the fore and I blurted it out even before discussing it again with Rudra.

"Well Rudra did mention once that he would adopt them so I didn't have to separate from them." Mother looked a little bewildered then contemplative.

"What about their own father? Doesn't he want them at all?"

I shook my head, tears beginning to well in my almond eyes. 

"Okay, so be it." She patted my hand. "If Rudra had no qualms about adopting them then this would work best for everyone." She suppressed a smile. I think she felt relieved as well. She didn't like the idea of losing her grand children so soon after she had just found them. I couldn't express my joy while I was with mother and awaited Rudra's return to share the good news with.

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Joyful lips met at last, tears ran freely from my eyes as we jubilated at the turn of events. God had been graceful. It felt like at last he had given us his blessings and accepted our relationship. That night Rudra made love to me. Before long we would be returning home with our babies, to be reunited with mother at long last.



Riya and Rudra



"Your nipples have grown darker." He dragged one into his mouth and sucked hard on it. It hurt but I didn't stop him. I loved the mixture of pain and pleasure it gave me. Turn around and I did. He kissed my round behind and his hands trembled when he placed his palms over them. "Riya, can I slap your butt?" And I had refused him all those years ago. 

"Do you want to slap them," I asked him now and felt an instant smack on my posterior. But just one. He only wanted to see my cheeks blush. Now he slapped them lightly just to watch them move.

"I think this is the most beautiful behind I have ever seen in my entire life." He began to rub me again. "Where do you want it?" he asked rubbing his finger inside my pussy lips.

"Slide it inside me. I enjoy that, immensely, when I feel you're finger move inside me ...slide it in." There was urgency in my voice and he began to breathe roughly. I know when I talk to him like that it turns him on. Although he has never put his cock inside me, he was in the habit of rubbing it against my pussy and very often he placed it at my entrance for several minutes.

In just the second time his finger was moving easily back and forth inside me ...chick chick chick ...he rotated his finger in a strange way ...probably one of his tantric ways. But it felt awfully good. He kissed my butt then rested his cheek on my ass although still concentrating on my vagina. I groaned into his pillow and again just as I was about to hit my orgasm he stopped. He slipped his hand to feel my heart. It was racing a marathon and I heard him chuckle. He liked teasing me. Now I would tease him and get him to do what I had come here for. I turned around to lie on my back.

"Lie on me. I like to feel your weight on me. But first remove your clothes," I said. He had a hard on would be like the understatement of the century. I didn't let him perceive any foul play. He did as I asked. "Lie on top of me now. I want to sleep under you so not even a hair is visible from underneath you. Do you like that?" I asked him. 

"I don't like that, I love that." There's more of you to rub against now. He took my mouth in a deep kiss. I saw a video one day. I was watching incest videos on the net and I came upon it and wondered whether we would be able to do what they were and make a video of ourselves. Something we could watch together or at times when we would be unable to be together." When I saw It that day, I don't know how I stopped myself from coming to your room in the middle of the night. But we hadn't been doing this for so long that I didn't know how you felt about me anymore.

"Tell me what they were doing," he asked. 

Now was the best time to tell him. He had placed his hard penis in its familiar place between my pussy lips right next to my entrance and he was moving himself back and forth o so slowly it almost made me cum ...the fourth time since I had come to his room. 

"He had slid almost 8 inches long and 2 and half inches of hard cock inside his sister and she had lifted her legs around his waist to accommodate it inside her. Their embrace was so loving it made me wet just looking at them." I felt him swallow hard and his Willy twitched in its own embrace between my pussy lips. 

"It looked so complete," I continued. "Every time he thrust hard inside her, she closed her eyes in pleasure putting her arms around him, hugging him tightly to herself. She kept kissing him on his shoulder the whole time he was fucking her. In between they locked in a passionate kiss. "My pussy began to leak just watching them."

"Why didn't you come up? I would have relieved you. Why didn't you come? Don't you know even now that I love you and I'll always understand whatever your feeling."

This was the moment I had been looking for. He would understand. But even so I was a little apprehensive and asked tentatively. "What do you mean by relieving me?" "Will you enter me with your penis and fuck me?" I heard him breathe in sharply. He pressed his face into my breasts and sighed. 

"No, Riya this can be dangerous for right now and even for the future." 

"How?" I felt agitated. 

"You could conceive for right now, you're not on birth control and a broken hymen is not the way to get into a marriage." 

"I don't want to marry anyone." 

"Oh baby," he said in a sex driven voice. "You will have to marry ... ma will not leave you like this forever, this is all she's been talking to me about this past year.

"Then why don't you marry me." He gave a pained chuckle. 

"That isn't possible ...here." Meaning at some point of time he had thought about it. I smiled inwardly. Perhaps in the near future it could be made possible. My heart fluttered.

"Fuck me please," I pleaded. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ....I want to be your sex slave." I laughed in his arms and he chuckled too. Only his was a strained laughter. "Please fuck me," and I felt his willy twitch again. Our own language affected him more. "Chodh bhi do na, aur kitnay sal tadpao gay." ("Fuck me now ...how long will you make me wait.")

I brought his lips to mine and kissed him like I used to when we were kids. I wet my lips and kissed him one smooch after the other. "Plz bhaiya dalo na apna penis mere andar." ("Please brother put your penis inside me.") "I want to know how it will feel inside me." 

"Riya please stop talking like that." 

"No," I opened my legs and brought them to circle his waist. "This is what they were doing in the video." I hugged him in my arms, his chest pressed against my soft boobs. "The only thing missing is your penis hitting against my cervix." 

"Pregnant hojao gi to kya karain gay batao?" ("What will we do if you get pregnant?") 

"Nahi hongi na." ("No, I will not.") 

"No for a moment lets think that you get pregnant, then." 

"I won't get pregnant." This even I hadn't figured yet. I had wanted to have his baby but not in these surroundings. It wasn't possible here. Only in isolation somewhere where no one knew us. 

"Aur apnay phatay hymen ka kya karo gay jab shadi hogi?" ( "And what will you do about your broken hymen when you're about to marry?") 

"Silwa lungi aapsay." ("I'll get you to stitch it for me.") I chuckled. 

"Aur pregnancy ka kya karo gay. Bchha girana mujhay ata nahi." ("And what will you do about your pregnancy. I don't know how to abort a baby,") he smiled but it instantly brought tears to my eyes. It hurt me beyond measure and it felt like he had stabbed through my soar heart. I had always felt this need to belong to him, to be his family and I couldn't tolerate him joking about it. 

"I could never kill anything that you made." I pushed him away. He was taken aback by my response. In a flurry I wore my nighty and ran blearily downstairs into my room before he could catch up.