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To Err is Divine Ch. 01

By: touchmate



Once I have read a graffiti that said, 'to err is human, but isn't it divine!'


It was a small family, a happy, upper middle class, urban family. Ranganath, the head of the family was a successful, practicing, forty five year old lawyer. His wife Sujatha (42) was a typical, South Indian middle class home maker more in the conservative mould. Their daughter Shanthi (23) was doing her post graduation in Arts and their son Sekhar (20) was doing his graduation in Engineering.

Shanthi was average looking, a little short at 5'1" and slim. She had a severe look about her, an introvert and was rather reserved and that didn help her looks either. She was, however, intelligent and did well in her studies but had very few friends. She mostly kept to herself.

Sekhar was quite the opposite, as often happens with siblings. He was tall at 5'10" and well built, an extrovert, outgoing and friendly. Less intelligent than his sister, he did alright with his academics, had lots of friends and hobbies and was always busy.

The siblings were not close to each other and lived in their own worlds which were poles apart. There was no friction or fights but neither was there any evidence of excessive love and affection. 

The family was bound together by Sujatha. She loved all of them dearly and made their lives absolutely comfortable. As a matter of fact they constituted her whole universe and her life revolved around them. From early morning to late night, she toiled to make their lives comfortable and happy.

Ranganath, though loved his wife dearly, hardly had any time for her because he was totally busy with his professional work. Shanthi and Sekhar loved their mother but took her services and abundant affection for granted. As often happens in Indian households, the mother's selfless services are taken for granted and hardly ever praised.

Life was going on smoothly for the Ranganath Family and all was well till that fateful day. It was a Saturday in the monsoon month of August and quite early in the morning. Sujatha realized that there were not enough fresh vegetables at home. There was a persistent drizzle and the roads were practically empty at that hour.

Under the cover of her umbrella, she walked with quick steps to the small vegetable market that was just a kilometer away. Immersed in her thoughts, she rounded the bend in the road and was crossing to the other side, when the municipality truck that was driven by an apprentice hit her. 

Sujatha had no chance and died on the spot.

The world suddenly became topsy turvy for the Ranganath family. It was as if the sun around which their solar system revolved had suddenly disappeared. For the next thirteen days, till all the religious rituals were completed as per the Hindu dharma, the family was in a daze, with relatives and friends helping them out at every stage. At the end of the period they were left alone to grieve the departed lady.

An old widowed aunt of Ranganath stayed back to help the family and to cook food for them. Time is the best healer. Slowly, the family limped back to normalcy and Shanthi took charge of the household. Without even realizing it, she started filling the role of her departed mother.

The relationship between the siblings underwent a dramatic change. Traumatized by the sudden death of their mother, they instantly closed their gap and sought mutual comfort and security. Shanthi had matured overnight and started mothering Sekhar, looking after all his needs just as their mother did. Sekhar, in turn, was grateful that his sister quickly filled the vacuum left by his mother. Life slowly returned to a level of normalcy, though nowhere near the happy days of the past.

Shanthi was basically a plain looking girl. She was short at 5'1". Her breasts were small, waist was slim and her behind was compact. She had a nice face that was more oval than rounded and looked nice when she smiled. But the problem was she rarely smiled. Though she was twenty three, due to strict upbringing and her own intrinsic fears, she kept away from boys and sex.

Her sexual desires were normal and occasionally she masturbated in the safe privacy of her bathroom after much deliberation and preparation. It was rarely satisfying except releasing some pressure and she remained basically a 'repressed woman.'

In the past she had always confined herself to her room and rarely went to her brother's room. But now, in her new role, she spent some time in her brother's room, tidying it up daily. She became aware of his clothes, his shoes, his books and umpteen other things. She loved the masculine feel of all those things.

One day, when Sekhar was away, she set about tidying up his room. While properly arranging his pressed clothes in his wardrobe, she came across the drawers where he kept his underwear and bunions. All of them were Jockey brand and mostly white; a few colored. Suddenly she felt the urge to take a Jockey short in her hand and feel it.

Before she realized it, her hands took possession of one of her brother's Jockey briefs and started caressing it. Her breath quickened and she felt her blood rushing. Her fingers were frantic now and they found the opening in the shorts front. Shutting her eyes tightly, she pushed her fingers into the opening, imagining what lay behind when her brother wore it.

She felt her own heat emanating between her legs and the feeling of wetness there. Involuntarily, her hands, still holding the shorts, moved to the junction of her thighs. As she pressed his shorts against her mound through all those layers of clothing, a deep sigh escaped her.

With a quick move she reached under her sari and petticoat and pushed the jockey short of her brother against her own cotton panties and started rubbing it. She was literally crying now with the pleasure and passion, in throes of an impending orgasm. Fortunately for her, no one was at home except the old lady in down stairs kitchen, the one who could hardly hear. Any case, Shanthi was past caring.

Quickly she pushed the jockey short, by now a ball, under the side of her panties and directly on to her virginal pussy. Crying with passion, she rubbed it vigorously on her wet nether lips and her clitoris, visualizing for the first time her brother's cock in her hands. Her whole body shook with a mammoth orgasm and she reeled under its intensity and fell flat on her brother's bed.

For the rest of the day, Shanthi was greatly disturbed and agitated. Her upbringing and all the morals drilled into her by her conservative mother told her in no uncertain terms that she sinned; sinned badly. It was bad enough to masturbate, but to entertain such incestuous thoughts about her younger brother was a much bigger sin, her conscience told her. The feeling of guilt welled up.

On the other hand, she had experienced the biggest orgasm of her life thus far and she could feel the aftershocks for a long time. It was such a sweet experience and pleasure that her body kept longing for an encore since then. With such clashing thoughts, Shanthi went through the day as if in a daze.

That night she tossed in her bed a long time. Finally, she succumbed to the demands of her body and did something that was unthinkable previously.

First of all she shut the door to her bedroom and bolted it from inside. She removed all her clothes and stood in front of her mirror. Earlier in the day, she had carefully washed and dried her brother's jockey short and hidden it in her wardrobe along with a white bunion of his. She was sure that her brother wouldn't miss them because he had so many of them.

Standing in front of the mirror she examined her breasts. They were small but firm and well shaped. Her aureole was the size of a rupee coin and her small nipples were soft and pink. She took her brother's bunion and held it upright in her hands, its front facing her. Slowly she brought the cotton bunion to her naked breasts and started massaging them slowly with it.

Shutting her eyes, she visualized her brother's broad and manly chest with its sparse hair rubbing against her small breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen, lengthen and harden. She started tweaking them lightly with her brother's bunion using her own thumb and forefinger. Her left hand stayed there massaging her tits by rote while her right hand moved on.

Putting her right palm on the underside of his Jockey brief's opening, she started rubbing it on her young shaven pussy. Her pink lips quivered at the touch and opened shyly at the tender and caring rub. Shanthi's breathe quickened and so did her pulse. Looking into the mirror, she slowly pushed her three fingers bunched together, through the short's opening, simulating an erect male penis.

As here bunched fingers reached the pink opening of her pussy lips, Shanthi's thoughts were full of Sekhar's young and erect cock that she had never seen. It was his cock that was now entering her virginal cunt, she thought, as she whimpered and moaned with desire. She quickly fell on to her bed on her back.

Opening her slim legs wide apart, she pushed her fingers deep into her tight, squishy cunt and wiggled them with a hunger, hither to unknown. Softly, she moaned, "Fuck me Sekhar, my dearest brother and my lover. Fuck me with your big cock, please."

She cried out loud, muffling the noise against the pillow, as her body shuddered and shook with spasms, as a massive orgasm literally flooded her young cunt. She lost all her senses for a couple of minutes and drifted into oblivion. 

She got up a little later and went to the bathroom, cleaned up and then put on her nightie. When she went to bed, she felt very relaxed and satisfied. She realized that her new found fetish has greatly enhanced her pleasure and she would continue doing it. She drifted into sleep soon.

Over the next few days Shanthi changed subtly. Both her father and brother noted that she had mellowed and lost here 'severe' look. Her face became softer and thus more beautiful. Even her speech became softer and she no longer argued or spoke harshly. Both men attributed these changes to her changed role as the woman of the house.

Shanthi was very careful with her brother. She kept on telling herself that she would keep her fetish, her incestuous thoughts and her fantasies to herself and would never let her brother even suspect about them. That would be unthinkable! It is one thing to sin with her mind but an entirely different thing to sin with her body! She would never do it.

However, her fondness for her brother increased by leaps and bounds. She literally doted on him. She made sure that all his needs were met and his life at home was as comfortable as possible. She took care of everything for him; his clothes, books, food and money. So much so, he became totally dependent on her and she loved it.

From the morning till night, he would call out her name 'Shanthi' a hundred times and it was music to her ears.

Slowly and without really meaning to, she started touching him, a little more. Her hands would brush against his and every touch sent a tiny shock into her. She would shake his hand or pat his cheek or back...all innocent looking gestures, but she knew in her heart they were sexual.

And she tried to see more of his body without being obvious. Once when he changed a shirt she looked at his naked chest, broad with sparse hairs and his male nipples proud. She felt a very strong urge to touch and caress that chest with her loving hands and fingers and pull at those hairs and nipples. Those mere thoughts made her wet between her legs.

One day when she walked in, he was in his briefs about to put on his trousers. Without being obvious, she looked at his bulge and went very weak in her knees. She always knew her brother was a healthy and good looking male but now, for the first time, she realized that he was well endowed and the bulge that his manhood made was quite big indeed.

That night she went literally wild in her bed. Just closing her eyes and thinking of his big bulge she fingered herself to multiple orgasms. It was also the first time she seriously thought of getting fucked by Sekhar, morals be damned. Her mind fantasized about her brother taking her in various positions with gay abandon.

Thus her life had changed substantially in the few months that elapsed since her mother died and the main cause for this, Sekhar himself, was totally unaware of this!

One day, her uncle (father's younger brother), aunt and grandmother came visiting them. That evening the two brothers went out and the two older ladies sat with Shanthi and Sekhar. When the aunt started speaking, it became obvious that there was more to this visit than what they thought.

Without mincing words, her aunt said that they were all of the opinion that Ranganath should marry again. He was only forty five and has a lot of life before him. The home needs a woman and he needs a wife to take care of him and his children.

Shanthi quickly retorted. "I am taking good care of the home and my father and brother are happy with it. You could ask them."

"And what would they do when you get married soon and go away?" Her aunt shot back.

Her grandmother intervened and pleaded in her soft voice with mature logic. Shanthi would get married and go away soon to make her own home. Sekhar is too young now and would get married only after 7,8 years. Even then, he would probably go abroad or work elsewhere. So what happens to Ranganath?

The discussions went on and on. It was apparent that the visitors came fully prepared to convince everyone.

Shanthi did most of the questioning and reacting and Sekhar was mostly silent. He just listened and didn't say anything for a long time. Shanthi wondered why he reacted thus.

Finally he posed a single question to his grandmother.

"What does father want? Does he want to marry again?"

"He hasn't decided yet. He told us that if at all he marries again, it would be only with the total consent of his grown up children." Grandma replied.

The men returned and there was no further discussion.

Later that night, Shanthi was agitated and couldn't sleep. She went to Sekhar's room and knocked. He opened the door and let her in, not surprised really.

The sat quietly for a few moments, not sure about what to say.

"I don't like the idea of another woman taking the place of our mother." Shathi said.

"Sis, I know how you feel. I too felt that way, initially. But what grandma says also makes sense. Don't you think so?" He asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. I am confused." Shanthi started crying softly.

Sekhar put his hand around her and pulled her a little closer to comfort her.

"Don't cry sis, it is all for the good. We have each other and we are together." 

Shanthi forgot all her misery. She was only conscious of one thing...their proximity. Her cheek was resting on his broad chest, his strong arm holding her and his strong bicep touching her arm. She felt the heat of his young body and his over powering masculinity and moved a little closer, her thigh touching his.

As she closed her eyes, Sekhar thought his sister was in deep thought and didn't want to disturb her. He sat quietly, even as his right hand dropped and his palm rested on the bed brushing her right thigh. For the first time ever, he became conscious about their physical proximity and realized with a shock that he liked it. As if in reflex and guilt, he moved a little away.

Shanthi sensed it too and opened her eyes. She felt that a new bond, a much stronger one, has been established between them.

"So, you feel that we should say yes to the proposal?" She asked him softly.

"Yes, sis and you could tell them on behalf of both of us. You are the big sis." He said fondly.

"Yes, I am and don't forget that." She kissed him lightly on his cheek and got up.

"Thanks, Sis." He too got up and gave her a loose hug that sent sparks down her back.

Things moved quickly after that and a couple of months later Ranganath married Smitha in a simple ceremony that was attended by his children and close relatives.

Smitha was a thirty year old woman from a respectable but poor family from a small town. Though she couldn't attend a college because her family couldn't afford it, she managed to study privately at home courtesy distant education and passed her degree in Arts. 

As she was well past the average age at which a girl married in their community, her parents were more than happy when Ranganath's brother came up with the proposal.

Smitha was everything that Shanthi was not. She was taller at 5'4" and healthy looking. She had nice big breasts that bounced and stood proud; the kind that instantly attracted men. She had an attractive waist and a nice, shapely behind with big and prominent buttocks. 

More than anything, it was her smiling face that was her best feature and the reason everyone called her beautiful. She had a soft, musical voice too.

Ranganath was naturally besotted with his young wife. Shanthi was very jealous of her step mom and hated her. Sekhar accepted her as his father's wife; neither liking nor hating her.

He kept an open mind.

Once Smitha came home the old lady who cooked left. Smitha took charge of the household and Shanthi surrendered the charge to her, a little reluctantly. But she was relived in a way because she could now revert back to her studies and other activities, more actively.

In one month's time, Smitha proved that she was an extremely competent and capable home maker. It was obvious to everyone that she was a gold mine. She was an excellent cook, organized and ran the home very well. She kept everyone happy. 

Even Shanthi admitted to herself, grudgingly, this. But her own ego and sense of insecurity, kept her hostility towards Smitha alive.

That was not the case with Sekhar. He appreciated Smitha's efforts and contribution. He loved her cooking and praised her. He called her 'aunty' and his show of respect and affection for 'Smitha aunty' was genuine and spontaneous. Ranganath liked this very much and was happy. 

Shanthi however reacted in a different way. Though she had to accept Smitha, she never acknowledged, let alone appreciated her. She was already jealous of her beauty, good looks and her culinary and other skills. But her brother Sekhar praising her and eating out of his 'Smitha Aunty's' hand was the proverbial last straw.

She decided to fight this and win back her brother and his affection. She thought hard about this and made her own plans.

That night when everyone retired to bed and all was quite, she went to Sekhar's room and knocked. He was in his pajamas and reading a book in bed.

"I am unable to sleep and feeling depressed. Can I disturb you for a while?" She asked.

"Of course, come along." He moved aside a little making room for her to sit.

Shanthi sat down to his right, her right hip brushing against his tummy/ waist.

"I am missing our mother very much and feeling lonely, I have been unable to sleep well last few nights." Her eyes welled up with tears and her voice broke.

"Oh, Sis, take it easy please. Don't cry. I know how you feel, my poor sis!" He tried to comfort her with words.

She hugged him and rested her face against his chest, tears streaming down. Her slender arms went around him. It was natural for him to try and comfort her and provide solace. 

He hugged her tightly and she felt her small breasts squash against his chest. She felt a stirring and a fire starting in her loins.

"Can I sleep here for a while please, brother?" her voice was pleading.

"Of course, sis, as long as you like." 

She lay down timidly next to him, turned towards him, her left cheek resting on his right arm and bicep. Her right arm rested loosely on his waist. His left hand was lying limp on his side.

"Please hold me, brother." She whispered softly.


To Err is Divine Ch. 01



He let his left hand go around her and find her lower back and pulled her a little closer to him.

In that position, Shanthi felt very relaxed and happy in her brother's hug and both drifted into sleep.

It was much later, may be an hour or two that Sekhar woke up with a start from a dream.

It took him a couple of seconds to recall that his sister was sharing his bed. When his eyes adjusted to the very dim light, he found that she was not only in his bed but she was also in very close proximity.

Her sari got displaced in sleep and her small breasts in their pinkish blouse were pressed softly against his chest. Her midriff and belly was just a whisker away from his tummy. 

Her right thigh was thrown over his right hip. With a shock, Sekhar realized that he has a big erection caused by the proximity of his sister's body.

Shanthi was awake. She hardly slept, enjoying the close contact of her brother's body. She wanted more and better but her courage failed her. Now, she realized that Sekhar woke up. What would he do? Would he move in or move away? She hoped desperately, she prayed frantically...that he would move in and not move out.

Sekhar was also in turmoil. Till then, he never thought of his sister as a woman, as an object of sex. Thoughts of incest were never in his mind. He had all the strong sexual desires and libido of the youth and also the curiosity. 

He was fascinated by what was so close at hand. He wanted to touch and feel her...Just touch and feel.

Sekhar slowly pulled his left hand from her back and inserted it into the gap between their chests with his palm open and facing her. Slowly his palm found and covered her right breast and cupped it. He gave it a gentle squeeze. 

It felt very good...warm, soft and bouncy. He kept squeezing it softly; liking what he was doing but afraid of waking her up.

Shanthi suppressed a moan with great difficulty. Here, at last, her fantasy was getting fulfilled. How many times she fantasized this very moment! She was in heaven and the fire in her loins was stronger now. Imperceptibly she moved her lower half closer to him and her lower belly and thighs pressed against his big bulge.

For a minute they both froze when they realized what was happening. It was now or never, thought Shanthi.

"Sekhar, it feels so good and nice." She whispered her encouragement.

Realizing that she was awake and enjoying his acts, he got bolder and brought both his hands into play. He quickly grabbed her two small tits and started fondling them, more roughly. His frantic fingers found her blouse hooks and quickly unhooked them. With his left hand he reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

As he pulled away her blouse and bra, Sekhar looked at his sister's small naked breasts for the first time. Though small, they were shapely, cute and erect. Her pink nipples were now hard and long and were crying for his attention. 

As he started tweaking and teasing the nipples and squeezing her breasts like lemons, she moaned aloud.

Her small, soft hands were restless as they caressed his tummy and moved south. Shanthi sensed the big bulge in his pajamas and the heat emanating from there. She was now desperate to touch him there and feel his manhood. But she was still a little scared. If she did that blatantly, would it scare him away? How would he react?

Slowly she lowered her right hand along her own body with palm open and facing him. When it was in the correct position, she moved her middle and forefingers ever so lightly till they just brushed against his big tent. Wiggling them a little she let them rest on his erect phallus.

Shanthi felt dizzy. This was the first time ever that she touched a cock. That it was young, hard and erect and belonged to her only brother, her own flesh and blood, made the feeling incredible. This was the precious tool of her dreams that was going to penetrate her womanhood and give her all those heavenly pleasures she dreamed about!

Sekhar was truly shocked when his sister's fingers brushed against his erect cock. This was the first time a girl's fingers touched it. That it was his own sister's somehow made it very special for him and sent a thrill down his spine. Didn't she say she was lonely and depressed? He should do everything to make her happy, he rationalized.

Instinctively he squeezed her tits harder while pushing his bulge into her hands. Shanthi felt this move was deliberate and her palm sought and grabbed his cock still covered by layers of clothing. She was amazed when his cock literally kicked up in her hand, as if dancing.

Inexperienced as both were, they were very hungry for sex and wanted to do everything at once without really knowing how to go about. Shanthi felt that they would hardly last the first time in this desperate moment. 

Taking her hands off his raging cock, she moved a bit and pushed her hot and pulsating mound, still hidden behind her panties and petticoat, against his erection while putting her slender hands around him in a tight hug.

Sekhar got the message. His own cock was raging towards an ejection and he held his sister tightly against him and started 'fucking' her through all those layers of clothing. They rocked together, closer, tighter and harder for the next few minutes. 

His magnificent cock did wonders to her virginal pussy, even with all that clothing on and without penetration. In a few minutes they both exploded...his ejaculation and her orgasm, both massive and full of love.

They lay exhausted for a few minutes before she got up, kissed him lightly on his lips and went to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned, he followed suit. 

They stood facing each other, a little uneasily. 

Shanthi broke the ice by opening her slender arms wide and he went into them happily. 

Embracing each other, Shathi whispered to her brother, "It was so good. I love you dearly, brother."

"It was wonderful for me too. I love you a lot, Sis." 

They kissed each other hard, their first kiss after proclamation of their love. It was the sweetest kiss either of them ever had. Even though both had earlier been kissed once or twice by their friends, it was never like this.

This kiss started with their lips brushing each other. But then, they started nibbling the other's lip, tiny nibbles followed by little sucking. Then Shanthi opened her mouth to him; her hot, sweet, virginal mouth; she did it like she was opening her virginal pussy. 

Sekhar darted his tongue in and took her mouth completely, conquering it. He did it as if his tongue was his raging cock. It lasted a few minutes and left them breathless.

Thus their first kiss itself was like a great fuck for both of them. Before they got carried away further, Shanthi pushed him away with a promise of tomorrow and left.

The day after was obviously not a normal one for either of them. Shanthi was struck by guilt and pleasure alternately. She felt guilty that she literally seduced her younger brother and committed both of them to the sinful ways of an incest relationship. 

But this guilt was swept away the moment she recalled the immense waves of pleasure that washed her starved body.

It was then she rationalized that they had not committed the forbidden act as such. All they had done was just some harmless foreplay and not the act itself. She was sure that there are many, many siblings like her who were helping each other's physical needs this way. 

Wasn't it the safest way after all than to do it with total strangers? She would control the events and ensure that they didn't cross the lakshman rekha (the threshold), she rationalized.

As a man and someone younger, Sekhar reacted in a different way. He loved whatever happened last night. His experiences so far had been an occasional breast and thigh touching of a couple of girls and a quick kiss. Masturbation and fantasy were all he was experienced in. 

So what they did last night was 'awesome' and he felt more was in store. He would let his big Sis guide him and do everything she wants.

Next night Sekhar didn't bolt his door but left it ajar. He left a dim bed light on. When it was all quite and dark, he saw her opening the door quietly and enter his room. 

She was dressed in a nightie that had lots of pink flowers painted on a light yellow background. As she walked in and bolted the door quietly, he walked up to her and hugged her.

Hugging him tighter, Shanthi turned up her face to him and offered him her wet and glistening lips that were like petals of a rose. They kissed with all the pent up hunger, chewing, sucking and nibbling. Then it became more intimate as their bodies rubbed against each other and their tongues met and played with each other.

Sekhar made a grab for her small tits but Shanthi pushed him away, walked up to the small dresser and stood in front of the mirror. He followed her and embraced her from behind. 

They could see their images quite clearly in the mirror, even in the dim light. He let his fingers unhook the top two hooks and pushed the nightie away from her chest.

Her small perky breasts seemed to have swelled a little overnight and stood proud, her pink nipples were already hard and erect. They were shapely, cute and pointed. As her brother's big palms cupped them and gave them a pressing, she moaned.

"Squeeze my tits, brother, they are hungry for you." She whispered.

He started squeezing her tits as if he was squeezing a pair of lemons or oranges. Shanthi pressed her own palms on his hands and felt the hairs on the back of his hand. She loved them and caressed them. 

She felt her brother's cock stirring in his pajamas and uncoiling like a serpent. Next minute she felt his big bulge pressing against her ass.

Sekhar let his left hand play with her tits while his right hand got busy. He dropped it in a hurry on to the V between her thighs and palmed it. Shanthi moved a little and ensured that his bulge now pressed her firmly between her small and bouncy buttocks. 

She was in a hurry too and quickly undid a few more hooks and the nightie dropped to the floor and she was all naked except for her white cotton panties.

Taking a cue from his sister, he quickly removed his pajama and hugged her again his naked chest coming into direct contact with her smooth and slender back. Electric current shot through their bodies. Shanthi felt his huge cock poking at her ass and grinding against it.

When his right palm cupped her panties and squeezed her mound, she literally flew off the handle and let out a deep moan. Her brother's hand was so big, his fingers long and his grip was heavenly. 

It was so blissful that it was unbearable and before she could stop him, he inserted his right hand into her panties and grabbed her pussy.

Shanthi had shaved her pussy earlier that day. He palmed her small pussy greedily and squeezed it like a lemon. His grip was so strong and passion so high that her pussy colored red and she winced with pain.

"No, not that hard, it hurts! Go slow, Sekhar and use your fingers, baby." She pleaded.

Instinctively he followed her guidance. He found the entrance and her nether lips which were slightly wet. With his thumb on one side and his middle finger on the other side he pried open her pink pussy, tickled her open slit with the tip of his forefinger and then pushed it into her virginal cunt and wiggled it.

Shanthi literally swooned when his finger entered her for the first time. It was a thousand dreams come true for her. Many a night she lay with her legs open wide and her own fingers stroking her juicy cunt and imagining them to be his fingers. As his finger wiggled, she covered his hand with her own and pushed for more.

Sekhar felt that he could do a better job if Shanthi lay on her back on the bed. He pushed and guided her to the bed and she too understood and cooperated. 

Once she was on her back, he pulled her panties down and Shanthi opened her legs wide, revealing her pink flower to him.

He sat by her side and inserted his forefinger again into her vagina. 

Her hand found his and guided his middle finger too. As he pushed the two deep into her squishy cunt, she raised her small ass in counter thrusts and moaned. Encouraged by her passionate response, he pushed in a third finger too, bunching them together to form a cock like shape.

With his left hand bruising her small tits and his right hand fucking her juicy, hot, tight cunt, Shanthi felt a huge orgasm begin in her cunt and spread instantly all over her body. 

She shook violently with spasms and for a few seconds, Sekhar was scared. As she lay spent, her legs open, her eyes shut and her face sweaty; slowly her breathing returned to normal.

As her brother wiped away the sweat tenderly from her forehead, she sat up and kissed him lightly on his lips. Her eyes fell to the big bulge in his briefs and she pushed him on to his back. His breathe quickened as he felt that something good was going to happen to him.

She pulled at the elastic band and inserted her small hand under his briefs. When her soft hand gripped his rock hard cock, he almost came. 

Holding the cock tightly and slightly bending it towards his tummy, she eased his jockey briefs down his thighs and legs. His erect cock, thus freed, sprang to its full length and glory.

Shanthi saw her brother totally naked for the first time. He had a dark, jet black pubic patch, the hairs long and curly. His thighs were muscular and strong and lightly hairy. 

Her soft hands rubbed his pubic bush tenderly and pulled at the hairs with lust. Then they gripped the root of his erect penis.

Shanthi knew that her brother was well endowed. But seeing his fully erect and hard cock, she went dizzy. Its girth and length were amazing to her. It was long, very long, may be 7" or 8", she guessed. 

Her slender fingers told her that the girth was good too. Slowly she started stroking the length with tender care, running her soft palm over the full length.

She loved the look of his pink helmet, the crown that contrasted sharply from the brownish cock. She rubbed her soft thumb on the tip and rested it on the tiny slit at the tip. This is amazing, she thought, as she felt little wetness of pre cum oozing from that slit and wetting her thumb.

Sekhar was in heavens! All his young life he fantasized a woman holding his cock and pumping him off. It was happening now and his own big sister was stroking his cock with her lovely, soft hands. 

His cock started jerking in response. He heard from his friends that women loved to suck cocks. Would she suck him or was that too much to expect? Should he ask for it, he wondered.

Stroking his hard penis up and down, Shanthi was also in bliss. Here was the tool that every virgin dreams of! The very thought of taking this cock near her pussy was causing spasms in her again. 

No, not now, not yet! It is too early, she thought. She loved the strong and somewhat pungent aroma emanating from his cock. She bent her head a little more to take in more of that aroma.

Mistaking her move otherwise, he raised his ass slightly, bringing the tip of his cock against her partly open and wet lips. Simultaneously, his hand guided her head to his cock. Before she realized it, her mouth opened in reflex and his helmet slipped in. Involuntarily, she sucked in.

Then passion took control and instincts played their part. Her tongue licked the tip and the pre cum and it tasted salty and sour to her. Loving her lick, he pushed himself a little more into her mouth. 

"Suck it, please, suck me." He pleaded.

There was no need to plead because that was exactly what she started doing...licking and sucking.

They did it with frenzy, hither to unknown to either of them. She sucked him, fast and eager and he literally tried to fuck her mouth as if it was her cunt. They went at it fast and furious and in no time he ejaculated big spurts of hot semen into her mouth.

She gagged and made as if to pull away but his hand held her on. When she felt his hot semen sliding down her throat, she loved the feel and calmed down. She gulped down the big initial spurt and then enjoyed the trickle. When it stopped, she licked his limping cock totally dry.

Finally, they lay next to each other, flat on their backs, totally spent.

"It was fantastic, Sis, you were great," he said sincerely.

"So it was for me too, it is mutual, brother. I love your big cock. It is amazing."

He literally blushed at her compliment and she smiled at her kid brother. They hugged each other and drifted into sleep.

Time to know about what was happening to the other two members of the family! 

Smitha's life was largely uneventful except for the daily struggle of her family for survival and existence. Being the last child in a large family that was always poor was a curse in itself and this got compounded when it was a girl. 

Her parents struggled to bring up their children and educate them and literally ran out of steam when it came to Smitha. As far back as she remembered she was always at the end of the line for anything and was brought up, mostly, on leftovers. 

When she was twenty her friends started getting married and by the time she was twenty five they became mothers while she remained a virgin. She was a perfectly healthy girl and had the natural sexual appetite earlier on and released her pressure the normal way...fantasy and masturbation. 

But once past twenty five, she started doubting whether she would ever get married and weaned her thoughts away from sex to other areas like religion.

So, when she got married at last, at the age of thirty, she thought again of sex after a long time. She knew her husband was much older at 45 but he wasn't bad looking and looked fit enough. 

She was excited by the prospect of proper sex with a male, a husband of her own and she decided that she would do her best to make him happy.

Ranganath had a few problems of his own. When he was thirty five he was diagnosed as a diabetic. He was a smoker since he was twenty. His profession was quite stressful and by forty he had developed hyper tension too. 

All these affected his libido and staying power. Though he had a good average sized tool, he was unable to get it going frequently. Even when he got it up, he couldn't keep it up for long.

Thus on their first night, he managed to penetrate and arouse his young, virginal wife but her tight, hot and juicy cunt was too much for him and he shot his load after just a few strokes. 

However, being an experienced man, he pushed his hairy thigh between her legs and rubbed it against her pussy and caused her to have an orgasm. His novice of a wife was satisfied.

However, over a period of time, Smitha realized her husband's inadequacies. Even when he entered her with a full erection, she felt that only a part of her cunt had been filled. 

She wanted longer and more powerful strokes. He ejaculated too quickly, she felt. She wanted him to stay inside her and stroke her longer; much longer.

She was, however, very happy with everything else. Her husband loved her and bought her lots of saris and jewelry. She was accepted and respected by everyone. Her step son showed both respect and acceptance. 

Though Shanthi was not friendly with her, she accepted her and created no problems for her. From poverty of thirty years to the riches of Ranganath family was the happiest transition for her.

This was the state of affairs at Ranganath's home when the unexpected happened one day.

Shanthi controlled her brother well and ensured that they did everything except actual fucking. She kept him happy with fellatio and satisfied herself with cunnilingus. 

Over a period of time, the siblings became over confident. Thus, one night Smitha saw Shathi slipping into Sekhar's room. What attracted her attention was the furtive movement of Shanthi and the way she closed the door behind her.




To Err is Divine Ch. 01



After a few minutes, Smitha walked up silently to Sekhar's room and tried to listen. The lights were still off and she heard muffled sounds, as if from the bed. She quickly walked back to her room and bed. Over the next few days she kept a careful watch and monitored them.

It was clear to her that the siblings were involved in sex. Initially it revolted her...the very idea of incest. But, as she thought more and more about it, it also excited her in a strange way. 

She was not sure to what extent they went. Did they fuck? She was very curious to know what they were doing...the details. She very much wanted to see them. It became an obsession with her.

Her chance came sooner than expected. Ranganath had to go out of station for a couple of days. When he left and the siblings left for their colleges, Smitha went to Sekhar's room and looked at the door. 

She found that there was an old tower bolt inside that kept the door bolted. By tinkering with it slightly she ensured that they couldn't bolt it from inside that night. 

Later on she examined his wardrobe closely and found a jockey brief of his and a pink panties of Shanthi hidden away under clothes. Both had dried glue like feel and strangely pungent smell. 

Smitha's breathe quickened at the thought of what those intimate garments and their state indicated.

She was strangely over come with a strong desire. She rubbed his briefs all over her face and inhaled deeply. She rubbed it on her wet lips too. 

She put her palm on the gusset of Shathi's panties, caressed it and squeezed it hard. She wasn't even fully aware of what and why she was doing it, so overcome was she with passion!

That night when Shanthi sneaked in to her brother's bed room, she tried to bolt the door behind her as usual but failed. After a couple of attempts she gave up and pushed the doors close together but there was a small gap.

"There is some problem with the bolt," Shanthi said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, father is away, anyway," he said, pulling her to the bed.

After ten minutes Smitha crept down the passage silently and stopped in front of the door. She peeped in through the crack of space between doors. In the dim light she saw two figures on the bed. She waited for a full minute for her eyes to get adjusted to the dim light.

They both appeared naked except for their underwear. Shanthi's back was towards her and Sekhar's hand was on her small ass and they were kissing hard. Smitha felt her own lust welling up, seeing them thus.

Shanthi now sat up while he rested on his back. When she pulled his briefs away and his huge cock revealed itself in full naked glory, Smitha almost swooned. 

Omg! What a beautiful cock, she thought. It looked nearly double the size of her husband's and it was thick and pulsating and looked absolutely fabulous to her. 

As she watched, Shanthi got hold of it in her slender hands and started stroking it and then put her mouth to it. Smitha was amazed. So it can be sucked, she thought in awe!

As she watched in wonder and envy, the siblings settled down into a sixty nine position. While they were busy and engrossed, Smitha pushed the door a fraction and the opening got a little wider, providing her with a better view without fear of being seen.

She saw Sekhar lapping at Shathi's pussy and pushing his tongue into her cunt and chewing her cunt lips. She also saw Shathi's hungry mouth sucking his erect cock like a lollipop with slurping sounds. 

Smitha's body shook like a leaf now with passion and her hand reached frantically for her own hungry pussy.

As the brother and sister feasted on each other's genitals with abandon, Smitha ran to her room. 

Falling on the bed, she opened her beautiful silken thighs and inserted her three long fingers into her hot juicy cunt and started fucking herself. 

Her eyes were shut and there was only a single image in her mind. It was Sekhar's long, thick cock in her hot, tight cunt and fucking her all night. She had a wild and big orgasm that night.

After Ranganath returned, Smitha broached the subject of Shanthi's marriage with him. Next few days she kept on working on her husband. 

Ranganath was happy that his wife took such interest in the welfare of his daughter. Soon they found a good alliance for her. The boy was a good looking, well qualified, bank officer of twenty seven years age from a good family.

Even though, she resisted the idea initially, Shanthi had no valid reasons to turn down such a good match. She even liked him when they met. 

She also knew that her sexual relationship with her brother was a transient one and it is best that it ends this way. So, Shanthi gave her nod and the wedding was fixed up.

Sekhar was initially heartbroken till his sister convinced him that it was all for their good and they will always remain 'special' to each other. He took that as a promise that they could do it in future too even when she was married, though he wasn't sure how.

A few days before the wedding, Ranganath and Smitha had to visit his native place for a day to invite some elders of his family in person.

That night, the siblings planned their last night together as lovers. 

As they were alone at home that night, they quickly undressed and embraced passionately. They kissed and kissed and murmured sweet nothings to each other. 

But here the script changed a little. Sekhar got his hands into her panties but instead of fondling her pussy, he pulled her panties down. Before she realized what was happening, he removed his own briefs in a trice. Shanthi tried to pull away.

"Please, Sis, this once," he pleaded as he poked at her hot, wet , horny pussy with his hot rod.

"No, we cannot, we should not," she mumbled.

"I just want to put my cock a little into your hot cunt, sis," he pleaded even as his helmet poked her wet slit between the pink lips.

As he pushed a little into her, he realized her cunt was all wet, hot and opened for him. His cock slid into the tight, virginal cunt of his sister with gusto. 

All those months of fore play stood them in good stead and there was hardly any resistance. As his cock encountered the thin hymen, there was a slight resistance that was easily overcome by their intense passion.

Pushing his sister on to the bed, he reached under the pillow and pulled out the KS condom. Unwrapping quickly, he sheathed his long, pulsating cock with the condom. 

Seeing him thus safe, Shanthi quickly opened her slender thighs wide and with her caring hand guided her brother's throbbing penis into her hot cunt.

They fucked with abandon that night. They fucked many times. Every time it got better. He took her with love; he also took her with force. She never realized that her small looking pussy could take so much in and want even more. 

She loved to be ravaged by him. She felt his love, his passion, his animal like lust deep into her cunt. She knew that she would carry memories of this night for the rest of her life.

She hoped and prayed that her husband would be nearly as good as her brother. Even if he is better, her brother would always remain her first and best lover.

Shanthi got married to Vijay as planned, a few days later.

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To Err is Divine Ch. 02



This story is best read chapter-wise for it is a continuing saga

Over the next one month, everyone was busy with the wedding and the associated activities. Once Shanthi left with her husband for Bangalore, the household returned to normalcy.

Ranganath was happy that everything went off well and he had fulfilled a major responsibility of marrying off his daughter. He was also happy that she married into a good family. He went back to his pending professional work with a vengeance.

Smitha was happy that things went off well. Their relatives appreciated her role as Ranganath's wife and praised her. She was also happy that she had literally pulled Shanthi away from the sinful relationship and got her properly married before things went out of hand. She knew that she had done the family a good turn and took pride in that.

Sekhar had mixed feelings. He was happy that his sister is now happily married. He was sad that he missed their glorious sex. She was passionate, willing and full of love for him. He enjoyed taking her willing body in different ways. She now belonged to her husband and Sekhar was sure that Vijay fucked her good. The thought made him hot and jealous.

Smitha was now the uncontested queen of the household and controlled it. With his sister gone, Sekhar now depended on his 'aunty' for everything. She took care of all his needs at home and he became totally dependent on her. Soon it was his exams time and he worked real hard and studied late into the nights helped by cups of hot tea made by Smitha aunty.

Then it was vacation time.

It was also summer time and the days were hot. Necessarily, he had to spend more and more day time at home while his father was away at work. He read books, watched TV but still got bored. He would often go to kitchen and help Smitha with small chores.

But he never had any sexual thoughts about her.

Smitha was in turmoil. She never forgot that night when she saw Shanthi and Sekhar in that most intimate position. She recalled frequently his big and magnificent his cock, how greedily Shathi's mouth sucked it and how eagerly he licked his sister's small pussy. Those very thoughts and images made her extremely hot and vulnerable.

Now his constant presence and proximity at home were driving her crazy. She didn't know what to do. Fortunately, things sometime happen without planning too!

One day, Sekhar was helping his aunt in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and talking to her. Suddenly he winced with pain as he cut his finger. It was only a small cut but it bled profusely. Smitha immediately grabbed his hand and put the injured finger in her mouth and sucked the blood away.

She pulled out his hand and examined the cut. It was small but the blood welled up again. She immediately applied some turmeric powder on the cut and looked around for a clean cloth. When she didn't find any, she just pulled her pallu (upper part of the sari that covers the blouse) and tore off a small length to tie it up.

It was then that things started happening. As her pallu moved away from her blouse, looking down, Sekhar saw the big half moons of her full breasts and the cleavage. He was thunderstruck. He had never seen anything so captivating! The top hook of her blouse was off and almost half her perfect globes were visible. He could even discern the outer edges of her aureole.

When Smitha finished bandaging and looked up, she caught him looking down her blouse. He quickly turned his head away and her own breathe quickened. She let go of his hand and asked him, "Is it better now?" 

"Yes, aunty, it was just a small cut, don't worry," he answered.

"Sit down Sekhar and I will make you a cup of tea."

"You unnecessarily tore off your pallu," he said looking at her blouse and the bountiful breasts once again. Smitha felt hot flushes down her body as he looked with scarcely hidden lust.

"It is okay. It is an old sari," she said, as her voice shook a little.

"I owe you a new sari, aunty," he laughed.

"You can buy me one," she replied smiling.

That night he didn't think of his sister at all. Instead, he thought of Smitha's hot mouth as it sucked his finger. He thought of her big, bountiful breasts and the cleavage. He wondered how nice it would be to touch them, fondle them and squeeze them. For the first time, he masturbated fantasizing about his stepmother's boobs.

Next evening his father got a call from a close cousin whose daughter was getting married in three days time. He apologized for the short notice as the alliance was fixed only that day and the groom was a NRI (Non Resident Indian) who was in India on a short leave.

"I can't come because there is a very important case coming up in court the day after. I will send my wife and son positively," he told his cousin.

Thus Smitha and Sekhar found themselves on an overnight journey by a Volvo AC bus the next night. They had two seats together, she took the window seat and he to her right, the aisle seat. The bus started at ten pm. The AC was comfortable and a nice romantic movie was shown on the LCD TV.

They silently watched the movie for a while; each lost in their own thoughts and dozed a little. Soon it was cold and they covered themselves with the thin blankets provided, after reclining the seats. Smitha couldn't adjust her seat handle and Sekhar reached across and helped her, his arm brushing against her right breast in the process.

When the lights were all switched off, it was dark enough to sleep. Sekhar's left hand found her right hand resting on the hand rest and held it lightly. After a minute, he let his fingers caress her soft hand and slim fingers. They were warm and the touch was smooth. Her breath quickened.

She loved his touch. To let him know that she approved, she locked her fingers with his and pressed very lightly. Sekhar was thrilled. He was given a green signal by his aunt! How far should he go? Nothing ventured, nothing gained...he remembered the old adage.

He turned slightly to his left. Removing his left hand from hers for a second, he lifted and pushed back the hand rest. His left hand quickly regained her right hand. He maneuvered his right hand under the blanket and then reached slowly under her blanket aiming for her right breast.

He was not far off the mark. His advancing hand touched her blouse on her right side of the breast. As his eager fingers touched her, Smitha's pulse raced. She had never experienced this kind of thrill all her life and here was this young man seeking her boobs so eagerly. She would let him play with them, she thought. She kept quiet.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he moved his fingers lightly along the breast and pressed them against its softness. It felt heavenly. Smitha turned ever so slightly to her right and presented him more of her boob.

When his palm boldly cupped it, she exhaled. He squeezed his step mom's breast for the first time. It was much bigger, bouncier and shapely than his sister's; a perfect globe and it was a little more than a handful. As he pressed it, Smitha covered his hand with hers. She caressed and pulled at the soft hairs on the back of his hand.

There was no pretense and both were actively involved now. Sekhar fumbled under the blanket to open her blouse. She moved his hand away and whispered, "Wait."

After a full minute, her hand sought his and guided it to her bosom. Not only her blouse was open now, her bra was also unhooked too and her bare breast touched his hand. Turning fully to his left and pushing his left hand too under the blanket, he started fondling both breasts.

He found her engorged nipples and tweaked them, rolling them between thumb and forefinger and marveled in their response. His strong, eager hands kneaded her full boobs sending her into raptures. He couldn't get enough of them and he just wouldn't let them go. They were very precious gifts for the hungry man.

After several minutes of fondling, she gently pushed his hands away from her bruising breasts and whispered, "Stop for now please! They are sour and hurting. Let us sleep."

He felt like a kid from whom his favorite toys have been snatched away. But he was heartened that she only said stop for 'now'. He wanted to be a good boy with his aunt because he wanted more from her.

As he relaxed in his own seat and closed his eyes, Smitha quickly readjusted her bra and blouse under the cover of the blanket. She sensed his disappointment. But she also knew that, in the confined space of the bus and with people around them, they should be very careful. She however, wanted to keep the control with her.

Slowly she pushed her right hand under his blanket and rested it on his left thigh. Sekhar felt her soft hand instantly. As it lay there, he waited for her next move. She gently pressed his thigh with her palm. That was the signal for him. His left hand caught her right hand and guided it, a trifle hesitantly, to the big bulge in his trousers.

Smitha cupped his bulge in her soft hand and squeezed it gently. It was a touch that was both tender and inciting. With his right hand he reached for the zipper and pulled it down, opening up to her. Smitha's hand went in and held the bulged cotton briefs in her hand. Sekhar felt, at that moment, that his stepmother wanted him as much as he wanted her and relaxed.

Smitha ran her hand along the length of his rock hard penis. The other night, she could only see it from a distance and in dim light. Now his glorious manhood lay in her hand! She marveled at its girth, length and hardness. It appeared double the size of her husband's tool. Oh!! To have this big one in her cunt and fucking her to glory, she thought!!

Her hand gripped it at the root and traveled along the entire length. Then she started stroking it under the cover of his blanket; slow and steady strokes. Turning slightly to her right, she now put her left hand too under the blanket. While her right hand stroked his cock, her left caressed and squeezed the tip.

Her moves were too much for young Sekhar who was already on the verge and he ejaculated with a big jet inside his cotton briefs. Smitha felt the hot semen wetting her hand through the fabric and wondered how it tastes. She would find it soon enough. Not just that! She would have all that semen flow into her virginal cunt too!!

Exhausted, they slept soundly for the rest of the journey.

Over the next two days both were busy with relatives and friends and hardly had any time together. Unhappily for Sekhar, a couple of relatives joined them on the return trip and one of the ladies sat with Smitha.

Once back home, they couldn't do anything for the next few days till the relatives left.

At last they were alone, one morning, after Ranganath left for his office. Smitha was in the kitchen and Sekhar tiptoed to her and hugged her from behind. Instantly his hands sought and found her big, bouncy boobs. Smitha was also hungry for him and responded with a moan. She felt his tent going up behind her and poking her between her buttocks.

"Not now, Sekhar! Let me finish cooking. The servant maid will come in any time now. Wait till after lunch, please!" Her voice was soothing and promising.

He left her and went out to his friends and returned home by lunch time. They finished lunch together, chatting up about trivia. The excitement was palpable. After lunch, he helped her clean up the kitchen.

Back in the living room, Smitha sat on a sofa and signaled him to sit on the opposite sofa.

"What happened the other night between us was wrong. I think both of us got carried away." He was shocked by her words.

What was going on, he thought! Was she stricken by guilt? Did she introspect? Was this the end of the road? He was really confused now.

"Sekhar, I am your step mother, your father's wife. You are my step son. Any sexual relationship between us would amount to incest. Further you are just twenty one and I am nearly ten years older. May be you can't see me as your mom. May be i am more like an elder sister to you."

Was there an emphasis on that word 'elder sister' or did he imagine it? If only she knew what went on between him and his sister, he thought, wryly!

"I know you are attracted to me. I must admit, frankly, that I am also attracted to you. It is mutual. And I am scared too, Sekhar." She did sound apprehensive.

"I value my life as your father's wife. I respect him and will do nothing that hurts him. If he comes to know about what had happened or this conversation, he would throw you out and he would kill me." She now scared him too.

They sat silent for a few minutes mulling over all that was said.

"Do you want me very badly, Sekhar?" She asked him.

"Yes aunty!" His voice was thick with passion.

"And I want you too, my dear!" She sighed.

"We have to be very, very careful and you have to strictly follow what I say. You should behave as I ask and not make any demands. Will you promise that?" She asked looking into his eyes.

"Yes aunty," he replied, anxious as he was, to keep their relationship going.

She got up and walked up the stairs and he followed her, his eyes feasting on her undulating buttocks. He felt a strong urge to grab and fondle them.

She walked into his room and he followed her eagerly.

She was dressed in a light green sari and a matching blouse. She quickly unfurled her sari and removed it. Still looking into his eyes, she slowly unhooked and removed her blouse. She was now clad only in a green petticoat and a white bra. Her full, white breasts spilled over the cups of her bra and were very alluring.

Her midriff and tummy that showed up between her bra and petticoat was flat and silken smooth. Her waist was curved and alluringly smooth. Just looking at her, his cock sprang to attention.

He removed his shirt. As he moved closer, she caught the edges of his vest and pulled it over his head. Resting her right palm on his broad naked chest, she rubbed it all over lovingly, enjoying the feel of hardness, youth and the sparse black hairs.

Sekhar put his hands on her smooth waist and pulled her close to him. He hugged his sexy step mother for the first time. Smitha felt her ample breasts tremble at the contact and pressure of his young male chest. 

And then she kissed him. Yes! She raised her lips to him and whispered, "Kiss me, dear."

The first kiss between the mother and the son was the sweetest either of them ever had. Her lips were full, wet and juicy. His lips were young, eager and hungry. As their lips touched, they just had one strong urge...devour each other. They just locked their lips and chewed.

His eager tongue pushed into her hot mouth and was welcomed instantly. As it started probing all around, her tongue joined in a playful duel that enhanced their passion. Her teeth nibbled his lips lightly, inciting him a little more.

His hands roamed the expanse of her smooth back and encountered the bra strap. His fumbling fingers unhooked it after a couple of attempt. Her boobs sprang free from the restraining cups and bounced. His hands reached for them greedily and squeezed them hard, making her wince and moan.

He looked at her light brown aureole that were perfect circles and the pinkish nipples that lengthened as they hardened and stood proud. 

"Kiss them, my love, they are yours," she crooned.

As he brought his lips to her nipple, she sat down on the bed and pulled his head to her bosom.

Sekhar locked her erect nipple between his lips and sucked it greedily.

"Oh! my baby! Suck away; suck your mom's nipples hard." 

Her words electrified him and he sucked it harder, not just the nipple but the aureole and a bit of tit too. Dizzy with passion, Smitha pulled his head harder against her bosom and fed more of her tit into his hot mouth, literally stuffing it. It was awesome, he thought, as his mouth tasted her big tit.

Guided by her hand, his hand kneaded the other boob which soon turned angry red with all the rough mauling. Pulling her right tit out of his hungry mouth, she fed him her left tit and the sucking and mauling continued. They kept at it and lost the track of time.

His erection was making him extremely uncomfortable and he tried to remove his pants. Smitha immediately said, "No, don't remove. Not now. Wait."

Pushing him a little away from her, she sat him next to her on the bed.

Resting her hand on his crotch, she slowly unzipped his trouser, inserted her right hand into the opening and grabbed his bulged briefs. She pulled the tent out of the opening. Moving her own legs a little apart, she signaled him to follow her lead.

Sekhar immediately lifted her petticoat halfway on to her silken white thighs and rested his hand there. He caressed her soft, silken smooth, hairless thighs and squeezed them with both hands. Pushing his hand further up, he reached for her panties. As his eager hands touched her panties clad pussy, he felt its heat and dampness.

Sekhar grabbed his stepmother's pussy; just the way she grabbed her stepson's cock. 

As she stroked his phallus, he massaged her pussy and its swollen lips. 

She squeezed hard and he responded likewise. Then he improvised further.

In one quick move, he inserted his palm into the wet panties and grabbed her damp and hot pussy. He found the lips and the slit, inserted his forefinger into her hot cunt in one go and wiggled his finger.

Taken by surprise, Smtha responded eagerly. Grabbing his hand with her free hand, she managed to get him to insert two more fingers and added her own.

And following his cue, she reached under his briefs and grabbed his naked and pulsating rod. It was hot to her touch. She started stroking it faster, in harmony with his fingers in her cunt.

She suddenly saw their images in the dresser mirror that was across the bed.

"Oh, Sekhar, look at us, isn't that wonderful?" she exclaimed, pointing at the mirror.

They shifted a little so that the images were even better captured. 

Seeing themselves thus heightened their lust and passion. After a few more strokes, the son first ejaculated in a big spurt all over his mom's hands and then his mom exploded in a big orgasm that literally shook her whole body with spasms.

They fell into each other's arms, totally spent and lost to the surrounding world.

They dozed a little under the cool breeze of the fan, even as their bodies recovered from the physical exertion. Smitha opened her eyes and the first thing she noticed was his limp penis hanging out from the opening in his briefs. It was impressive even in that state. She reached out with her hand and touched it fondly.

Sekhar looked at her full, bouncy breasts and the now placid but cute nipples and automatically cupped one.

"Time to clean up, Sekhar," Smitha said, getting off the bed and going to the bath room.

Returning with a couple of towels, she wiped his cock and groin dry. Then she wiped her own pussy and the neighborhood. Then they washed and cleaned up.

"Remember what I told you, my dear. We should be very, very careful. Avoid all contact when your father or someone is around. Don't put either of us in an embarrassing situation. Let us be patient and not lose what we have." She sounded over cautious to him. Nevertheless, he nodded his head in agreement.

Later on, in the privacy of her bed room, Smitha marveled at the way things worked out and her own audacity. She loved every single move, every little detail of their torrid session. She loved the strong, masculine and young body of her stepson and his big phallus. While continuing to be a good wife to his father, she would get fucked well and serviced by his son, she thought happily.

She would control everything and have the young tiger eating out of her hand. She won't give it away all in one go or every day. If she does, her stud would lose his interest in her quickly. 




To Err is Divine Ch. 02



Smitha was not highly educated but she had abundant common sense.

She would control the supply such that the demand is always there!

Over the next few days, she kept away from him because there was no opportunity.

Sekhar was restless and horny. As he lay in his bed every night, he thought only about his step mother and her sexy body. The thought that she was in bed with his father just a couple of rooms away, drove him crazy. He knew that his anger and frustration were irrational but couldn't help it.

One day when Ranganath left for his office, Smitha quietly went to Sekhar's. As he tried to grab her, she pushed him away and whispered, "Let the maid finish her work and go. Meanwhile, get ready." She gave him a gentle pat on his cheek.

True to her word, when the maid left, she bolted the main door and went up the stairs to his room. He was all ready and waiting for her.

"Give me a few minutes," She said and went to her room.

When she returned, she had changed into a nightie. As she walked in, her full breasts bounced, clearly indicating that they were unrestrained by a bra. The thought set his pulse racing.

She walked up to him and opened her arms to him. As he hugged her tightly expelling the breath out of her with his strong embrace, she winced and moaned.

"Do you want to crush me, Baby," She asked in mock anger.

"No, aunty, I want to suck and eat these mangoes," he said grabbing her boobs.

In response, she opened the top two buttons of her nightie and revealed her full boobs to him. Cupping one in each hand, she offered them to her stepson.

"Lick them first, lick the areole and the nipples, I love it that way," she sat on his bed.

He sat on his knees on the floor in front of her such that his face was level with her boobs and started licking and lapping them. The nipples hardened immediately.

Holding his head in her hands, she guided his hot and hungry mouth, first to one and then the other nipple. As he sucked them with his eager lips, his tongue caressed their tips. Smitha felt her juices flowing in her hot cunt.

After a few minutes, she asked him to stop. Asking him to stand up, she undid his pajama draw string and pulled it down his muscular thighs, her hands caressing them. Holding the elastic band of his briefs in both hands, she pulled it down and freed his raging hard and erect cock.

Her soft palms caressed his groin, his pubic bush, his balls and finally his divine phallus.

Continuing to sit on the bed, she put her arms around him, fondling his strong, smooth buttocks in her hands and pulled his balls, cock and bush against her ample bosom. As his hard and hot cock nestled between her globes, his pubic hair rubbed against her nipples and his full balls pressed against her lower breasts and midriff, Smitha was in heaven.

She rocked him to her body, thus controlling the pace and intensity, while crooning, "oh my Baby, I love you so much, make your mommy happy and she will make you happy, darling."

Slowly she stopped rocking and looked up. Her young stud looked at her hopefully and expectantly, his eyes full of passion and lust.

With a deep sigh, she brought her beautiful mouth tantalizingly close to the tip of his throbbing and hard penis. Her tongue flicked like a snake's and gave a tiny lick to the tip of his crown. She repeated her action again, licking a little more. Every time her tongue touched him, his penis jumped. Then in one go, her tongue licked the whole helmet and he groaned.

As he stood and watched mesmerized, Smitha's red, full lips clamped around his crown and sucked it once making a sipping sound. Holding his rod in her grip, she slowly started sucking more and more of his cock, inch by inch, savoring every bit. When half of his hard cock was in her mouth, she stopped taking more.

Gripping his cock firmly in her hand at that halfway mark, she sucked the front half hungrily, making slurping sounds. The pleasure was unlike anything he ever felt and Sekhar was literally off his rocker. Holding her head firmly in his hands, he tried to push himself deep into her mouth, choking her.

Smitha pulled her mouth away from his rampant cock and caught her breath.

"No, Sekhar, my baby, I will choke and gag if you do that. Please relax and let me control so that I can take it all in, dear," her voice shook with passion.

Taking him again into her hot mouth, she guided his cock slowly till his pink helmet made its first contact with her throat and its passage. She held him there firmly for a few seconds, as her throat adjusted to the big cock. Ever so slowly, she took him in further, little by little.

For him the sensation was exquisite and mind blowing. He forgot that his cock was in her mouth. It felt as if his cock had penetrated and entered the juiciest and hottest cunt in the world. It was too much for the young stud when she started moving her head up and down the shaft once again.

His dam burst and he spewed hot semen into her mouth. As it hit her now open throat, Smitha felt the heat and richness of his semen as it passed down her throat. At that moment she decided that she would like nothing better than take his hot semen deep into her cunt and her womb.

Yes, my love, I want all your hot, rich semen into my cunt and my womb and fill me to the brim, she thought with unbridled passion.

When he burst thus, Sekhar's whole body convulsed, and it required all his strength to keep standing, as she sucked him dry greedily. When her hands released his bottom, he fell on to his back on the bed and lay spent. She let him rest for a few minutes and catch his breath.

"Aunty needs you to love her now, Sekhar," she crooned, standing in front of him and pulling him into a sitting position. Their positions reversed now.

Holding his head from behind in her hands, Smitha pulled his face close to her mound and said, "Kiss my pussy, honey, it is so hungry for you, now."

He looked at the beautiful and clean shaven pussy, with the swollen lips all wet and half open, showing him the pink interior. I will suck and eat you as well as you did, aunty, he told himself.

With his two thumbs he pried open her cunt lips and tongued their underside and the slit. When he lapped them, she moaned intensely and pushed herself against his face.

Sekhar put his palms on her bouncy buttocks and helped her movement further, till her cunt was flush with his face. He then rubbed his face against her swollen pussy and her sensitive clit that perked up from beneath the vaginal folds like a miniature penis. Smitha had never experienced or even knew that such a sensational act was possible.

She went into raptures and started humping his face.

Sekhar held her by the waist now and fucked her hot, juicy, tight cunt with his eager and darting tongue. His hungry mouth pried her pink flower open and ate it with such fervor that she was pushed to the edge of her climax in just a couple of minutes.  

The intensity of the orgasm shook her like a leaf and she slowly collapsed on to him and they fell together on the bed. So exhausted and drained were they with their explosive love making that they slipped into a siesta!

For the next one week, they had no real opportunities nor Smitha created one. Once during that week her husband fucked her. When his cock was inside her and fucked her with his feeble strokes, Ranganath was amazed by her frenzied response.

Mistakenly, he thought it was caused by his enhanced performance, not knowing about the fantasy his wife was enjoying then, where in, it was his son's young cock and not his small pecker that fucked his wife.

An opportunity came their way, when Ranganath told Smitha one night that he would have to make a trip to his native place for a day or two. A good offer had come for his agricultural land there and he was keen to sell it off. He asked his wife to accompany him. 

Smitha told him that she was not feeling well enough to undertake the arduous trip. She would stay back and take care of their home and son. Ranganath didn't press her. He left for his native place next night by a Bus. Sekhar put him on the bus and returned home; all excited.

"Take a shower and dress up for the occasion. It is our first night together, with none to disturb us," She sounded excited too. 

When he was ready after twenty minutes, she called him out. He went to his father's bed room. She was dressed in a traditional white sari and white blouse and had lots of jasmines in her shampooed hair.

"This is my true bridal night and I want you to take me in your father's bed." Her words shocked him; but they excited him as well.

"Are you my bride tonight?" he felt a thrill asking the question of his stepmother.

"Yes, Honey, I am your bride and your wife tonight...yours to do as you wish."

They embraced and kissed. Her mouth tasted sweet and fresh. They kissed slowly, savoring the taste of each other's lips, while their tongues played with each other.

As he made to walk towards the bed she stopped him and guided him to the big dresser. Asking him to sit on the curvy cushioned stool in front of the big mirror, she sat in his lap with her back to him.

The fragrance of jasmines was intoxicating as he kissed the nape of her neck and nibbled lightly at her ear. He showered tiny kisses from the nape of her neck to her throat and each kiss felt like a small electric shock to her. She was neither kissed there earlier nor with this ardor.

Sekhar's hands moved to the pallu of her sari and moved it away from her white blouse that ensconced her full and proudly erect breasts. His right palm rested squarely on her smooth tummy that was exposed and caressed it, while his left palm cupped her left boob.

Soon, his right palm jumped to her right boob and joined the fondling.

"You like my breasts a lot, don't you?" she asked him playfully.

"Yes, aunty, they are so lovely and wonderful,"

"Tonight you call me only by name, Smitha, not aunty, okay?" She said.

"Smitha is the wife of my father. I want to call you Sushmita and you are my bride." He was proud of his creative thinking.

Smitha was thrilled and said so.

"I love that name Sushmita and she is your own girl," she turned slightly and kissed him full on his lips.

Thrilled by her reaction, he unhooked her blouse quickly and pushed it aside. Her full boobs were contained with great difficulty by her bra and the half moons spilling over the cups were very sexy. He could discern in the mirror her hardening nipples as they tried to poke through the thin material of the bra.

Sekhar kissed her silken shoulders, the collar bone and along the bra straps. Pushing her a little forward, he kissed the smooth expanse of her back, gave it tiny licks before lapping it. Then he unhooked her bra and released her golden orbs.

While his eager hands started fondling them, his penis hardened and poked at her bottom. She wiggled in his lap such that his cock found its targeted area and pressed at her bottom a little harder, enhancing his passion and pain.

Looking at his strong hands mauling her full boobs and the hard nipples, Smitha felt her own passion rising, her juices flowing and her cunt churning. She got off from his lap and quickly removed her sari and petticoat. He followed suit and removed his pajamas and tops. Both were now clad only in their underwear.

In the bright light of the room, her golden thighs looked magnificent to him. He caressed each thigh; its whole length from her knee to her hip, his fingers and palm enjoying the silken smooth and tautness. Not satisfied yet, he put his face against her thighs and tongued and kissed them.

His moves added further fuel to the fires of her passion.

Holding his hand firmly in hers, she quickly moved to the big bed and pulled her young lover on top of her. They fell on the bed together and she giggled.

They lay side by side and embraced, her breasts bounced against his chest. He grabbed her buttocks through her panties, squeezed them hard and made her wince. Her panties clad mound pressed tight against his raging cock.

It was the time to make the final move!

Sekhar grabbed the elastic band of her panties in both hands and pulled it down her thighs and legs in a trice. Her clean shaven, hot and quivering pussy in all its naked glory was before him. Next moment, he got rid of his own briefs and threw them away, freeing his own fully erect and swaying cock.

As he was getting up to grab a condom she stopped him.

"No need for that, Sekhar! I am your bride now and I want you to fuck me without any inhibitions. Take me all the way, my lover and fill me to the brim."

Her words were electrifying and Sekhar mounted her. 

She opened her legs wide for him and her hand caught hold of his raging cock and guided it into her wet opening. She marveled at the strength and girth of his young cock as it pushed into her tight, hot and wet vagina smoothly.

After a few inches of penetration, she was tighter! That marked the threshold to which her husband's cock managed to progress and fuck her, thus far. Now his son was claiming the new territories as his young cock pushed deep into her relentlessly...opening and stretching her in a combination of pain and pleasure.

"Yes, my love! I am a virgin deep down there! Fuck me deep and fuck me hard. Give it to me all, my baby." Her words drove him crazy.

As his cock fucked her cunt relentlessly, his mouth found hers and kissed her deeply, even as her breasts enjoyed the pressure and friction of his strong chest. She hugged him tighter, drawing him deeper and deeper into her, her legs tightening around him and her hands fondling his tight buttocks and ass.

Sekhar felt the start of ejaculation as his rock hard penis literally jumped in her tight confines. Smitha felt waves of pleasure washing her sensually, each wave getting a little bigger than the previous one. She felt as if her body was hurtling down a steep incline; accelerating all the while.

As his ejection started, she felt the hot sperm pumping into her passage and could actually feel the flow. It was amazing, Smitha thought, her mind comparing the copious flow with the trickle she was normally used to. Then she was lost in the immense pleasure of the orgasm.

Several minutes passed before she came out of her trance like state. Sekhar was on her right, his right leg thrown lightly over her and his wet and limp penis pressed against the side of her right thigh. His right palm rested on her midriff. He looked at her and gave a contented smile.

"So how was it for you, Sushmita?" He asked eagerly.

"It was fantastic and matched my dreams, my lover boy," she said smiling.

They were quiet for a minute.

"You are a real horny, naughty bastard, aren't you, Sekhar? First you fucked your own sister and now you are a motherfucker too!" 

Though her tone was mocking, her words shocked him.

He was silent.

"Yes, dear, I have known for a long time that you and your sister fucked. I was always curious to know the details. Tell me now, how does she compare with me in bed?" Her question rattled him.

"She is different from you, Smitha aunty." He answered diplomatically.

"That I know, my love. Was it as good, fucking her, as it is with me?"

"She was the first woman I fucked and you are the second. I have been very lucky. Both of you are very good to me." He said truthfully.

"I think you are honest, baby," so saying she kissed him.

Her hands found his limp penis and started playing with it.

"Tell me about, Shanthi. Her tits are very small, aren't they? What did you do with them?"

"Well, they are small but shapely and her nipples are cute. I fondled her tits and I sucked her nipples just like I did with yours." He said, as his penis started hardening.

"Oh, talking about your sister's tits is making you all horny, Sekhar? Talk dirty now and tell me about her cunt, please." Her voice thickened with a strange desire.

"Oh, Smitha aunty, are you turned on now by her? Her cunt is small and cute too, not big and inviting, like yours," he said, fondling her damp mound and fingering her vaginal lips.

"If it is small, she must have had a tough time taking your big cock in," Smitha was truly aroused by the talk and so was Sekhar.

He grunted in response and got on top of her.

She quickly opened her wet cunt and his hard cock went in with a single thrust. He started the strokes; going deeper and deeper with each stroke.

"I want to see you fucking your sister, Sekhar. I really want to see your big cock in her small cunt and fucking her hard." She was now very much overcome with passion at the very thought.

Sekhar was strangely aroused too by her talk and joined the game.

"May be you can watch us in the bed and see for yourself. Would you like that?"

"Yes, very much, may be you can fuck both of us together," she said panting and those words drove her close to the edge.

"Oh my god, that would be wonderful, fucking you both together." Sekhar felt his own body shaking with feverish desire at the thought and then he lost his control.

Together, they had an explosive orgasm as their bodies convulsed and shook in spasms.

For two nights, Sekhar and his stepmom enjoyed themselves with gay abandon. They lost count of the number of times they made love and it got better and better. 

"We will have to be very careful when your father is around, Sekhar. Don't be impatient and spoil the whole thing. Wait for me to decide when it is safe." She cautioned him on the third day morning before his father returned.

They managed to keep their affair a secret and made love only when in it was safe for them. It was always uncertain as to when they would mate next. The uncertainty only fueled their lust and desire further. Overall, it was a satisfactory arrangement for both the stepmother and her stepson. 

What the future held for them, only next episode can tell.

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