MY SISTER MY MISSTRESS
hi this huma with a new icest story which I hope you will like. My readers complained that they would love something in English alone and not in Hinglicsh. Here it isSurbhi, my older sister had never had a great deal of luck with men. After a failed marriage she was tired and fed up with men. She called me, after her divorce, her voice fraught with frustration. I could hear her voice quiver. She was on the verge of tears.
“I can’t take it any longer, Rahul,” she cried. “That fucking gaandu! I just can’t take it! I’m leaving that gaandu for good this time. Can you help me? I need a place to stay. I don’t want to stay with Mom and Dad again. I’m not sure how long it will be but I have to get out. Please say you can help.”
Of course I had no qualms about her staying. I love my sister dearly and anything that I can do to help her is my pleasure.
“Of course,” I told her. “I’ll make up the spare room. You can stay as long as it takes to get back on your feet.”
In roughly 5 hours I heard the doorbell ring. She was lovely despite the fact that she had clearly been crying. Her six-year-old son, Bantu, in tow, she made her way into the house and gave me a long, tight hug. I held her in my arms and gently stroked her soft, black hair. Her big breasts pressed against my chest and my mind began to wander. My loins begin to tingle and I find myself forcing my mind into check.
Surbhi is a gorgeous woman of 35 years. She has a tight body that she takes care of her figure. Her heart-shaped ass is almost always accentuated by tight jeans. A flat stomach offsets large breasts for which her last husband paid dearly. She was very proud of her tits. She once confided in me that she was dying to show them to even me, her brother. Unfortunately for me, that never came to pass. They are fuller than they were before She stands five feet 5 inches tall and a good deal of that height is due to her phenomenal legs.
After a short while, Surbhi broke our embrace and kissed me full on the lips as she always does
“I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay here, Rahul,” she said. “You’re my pet! The best brother a sister could have. I promise that it won’t be long. I’ll start looking for a job tomorrow and I’ll be out of your hair in no time.”
“Nonsense,” I replied. “Take some time to unwind, hun. There’s no rush. You’re going through a great deal right now and the best thing for you to do is just relax for a while. Besides, it’ll be great having you around. We haven’t spent much quality time together in a long time. I’m actually looking forward to having you around for a while.”
Again she hugged me and whispered in my ear, “You are wonderful. I love you, bhaiya.”
“I love you too, sweetie. Now let’s get your bags in the house and get you settled in.”
We made our way to her car but, as we did, I found my mind wandering again. A few steps behind her, my eyes became transfixed on her ass. She popped the trunk and began to burrow for the things she wanted first. The sight of her bent over the back of the car was glorious. I was so wrapped up in the sight that I failed to notice that she had stopped digging and was looking at me from within the trunk. She wiggled her ass a little and said laughingly, “Get your eyes off my ass and help me with these bags, little brother!”
“Caught!” I admitted. “Sorry, Sister or not, you’re still hot. You can’t blame a man for looking when a girl looks as good as you.”
“Well, thanks for the compliment, James. Now put your eyes back in your head and help me with these bags.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I jokingly conceded.
I took two large bags from her and made my way to the house. I stopped at the door to hold it for her. With one bag over her shoulder and one in each hand, she struggled past me and into the house.
“And stop staring at my gaand!” she snapped in jest without even looking over her shoulder.
I ordered a pizza as she unpacked her things in the spare bedroom. The food arrived shortly after she emerged and the three of us had dinner over light conversation. Understandably she seemed to avoid the subject of her divorce and I understood that. We kept the conversation light and decided to watch a kid’s movie afterwards for Bantu.
I imagine that the day was rough for little Bantu because he was fast asleep within the first half hour of the movie. Surbhi took him to the bedroom and put him down for the night. When she re-emerged from the room, I was taken aback a little. She had changed into loose pajam and transparent shirt. She came out from the room yawning and stretching which showed a bit more of her midriff and drew my attention to her breasts. Goddamn did she look a bomb! My cock stirred slightly in my pants.
“God! That’s better. This is much more comfortable,” she laughed. “My hubby was such a fuddu! This doesn’t bother you, does it?”
I was quick to reply, “No, honey. This is your house now too. You do whatever makes you comfy.”
“Thank you, honey. You’re a darling,” she said. “Hey, have you got anything a little stronger to drink around here? I’m still a bit tense and I’m dying for a hard drink.”
“There’s some wine in the kitchen,” I told her. “Grab a couple of glasses, bring the bottle in here and we’ll unwind after our stressful day. And if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll rub your shoulders for you. Sound like a deal?”
“Sounds like a deal,” she said. She makes her way into the kitchen and I ogled her body as she walked. Somehow there seemed to be a bit more sway in her walk and I wondered if she wasn’t putting on a little show just for me.
I called to her from the living room, “I’m going to change into some something easy. I’ll be back out in a sec. OK?”
“Ok,” she responded absently and I made my way to my bedroom. In my room, I removed my shirt and pants and looked down to my semi-hard cock. “Let’s hope I can keep that thing in check tonight,” I thought to myself. “She looks so fucking hot though! ” I came across a loose-fitting pair of thin cotton pants. I threw them on with a large T-shirt. I left off my boxers and felt my cock sway in the pants. “That’s about as comfortable as I can get I suppose,” I said to myself. Since I live alone, I am accustomed to wandering around my house nude. Now with my sister and her young son around, I’d have to limit that to when they’re not around. I headed back out toward the living room.
As I made my way from the hallway into the living room, I noticed that Sue had dimmed the lights, lit some candles and put some soft music on the stereo. She was seated on the floor with her back leaning against the couch sipping on her wine.
“Feel better, didi,” I asked her.
“Much, thank you. This wine is really hitting the spot.” She looked back and batted her deep black eyes at me saying, “I’ve been a good little girl. Why don’t you have a seat behind me here on the couch and rub my shoulders for me.”
I stepped over my sister and took my place behind her on the couch. She handed me a glass of wine, which I gulped at greedily. I placed the empty glass on the glass table and she refilled it before settling back between my legs in preparation for her massage. I sat forward, spreading my legs to accommodate her and felt my cock stir. “This should be interesting,” I thought to myself.
For years I had fantasized about making love to my Surbhi. I had never dared make any advances toward her for fear of risking our relationship. This was the closest we’d ever been to a situation that could be construed as sexual and my cock was not going to let me dismiss the fact from my mind.
Surbhi pulled her chin down toward her breasts and brought her hair to the front of her left shoulder to allow me access to her neck. She allowed me to rub her shoulders. I gazed down at my lovely sister and found myself looking at her cleavage. The shirt was relatively low-cut to begin with, The skin looked so soft and the faint outline of her nipples under the material made me want to bypass the massage altogether and ravage her. I stayed my desires and began to firmly but tenderly knead her muscles. I was careful to avoid contact with her breasts as my hands encompassed and moved down her back. In the dim light and with the accompaniment of the music, my mind has soon wandered to a fantasy of my sister and I engaged in passionate sex.
I was snapped back to reality when my sister complained, “Bhaiya behanchod! The wine is gone already.”
I had been so engrossed in my reverie while rubbing my sister that I’d lost track of time. How long had it been?
Lazily I responded, “There’s more in the kitchen if you don’t feel that you’ve had enough.”
“Great idea!” she said and jumped up to fetch more. She rose and was about to fall and I went to catch her but she was quick to brace herself by placing her hand on my upper thigh. I felt my cock jump at her touch. I looked her in the face to ask her if she was OK. Did I see her eyeing my crotch? I began to feel a little self-conscious. I dismissed the thought hoping that it was my imagination.
She staggered as she regained her composure and walked off to the kitchen. Her pajamas had crept into the crack of her ass. She made no attempt to straighten them and I enjoyed the view as she walked away. She soon returned with a full bottle of wine and poured me a fresh glass first.
“You’ve been drinking that. Don’t make me drink alone, little brother,” she pouted. “You have to drink two glasses before I’ll sit back down! Now, bottoms up.”
With a finger, she delicately tipped my glass upwards as I drank. I sucked the wine back quickly and she was refilling it as soon as it left my lips. “Drink this one up and we can pick up where we left off,” she said to me with a wink. As I set the empty glass on the coffee table, she refilled both of our glasses and returned to her seat between my legs. With her back to me, I took the opportunity to adjust my growing erection.
She lowered the neck of shirt even more this time and let them slip off of her shoulders. This caused the front of her shirt to fall open ever so slightly. She looked absolutely eatable! She pulled her hair to the side again and looked down. I resumed my massage with the tops of her shoulders. She let out a low moan and lifted her head back into my groin. With her eyes closed, she placed the back of her head directly against my rigid cock! She had to have noticed my hard-on now. She smiled slightly and cooed, “God, that feels soooo good.” I wasn’t sure if she meant the massage or my cock. Deep down I hoped that she meant my cock.
She placed her hands gently atop mine and rubbed them as I worked her shoulders. I began to rub the front of her shoulders immediately above her breasts. It was all I could do to keep from continuing down and grabbing those lovely mounds and squeezing them. She kept her hands on mine as I rubbed her muscles. She took a deep breath and, in an instant, moved my hands over her breasts. I didn’t know what to do. I froze. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Keep rubbing.” I needed no more encouragement than that. I started squeezing and kneading her breasts as I rolled her hardened nipples in the tips of my fingers.
“I’m so horny, Bhaiya. From the feel of your cock against my head, I am guessing that you are too.” She had noticed! But, hell, she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, if I wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating, she had just confessed to me that she was horny! Oh my God! Was this really happening?
She got up to her knees and turned to face me. Before I could even react, she placed a finger on my lips while her other hand grasped my cock through my pants. “Shhh,” she said. “Not a word. Just go with it.”
She removed her finger from my lips and tugged at the elastic band of my pants. My cock sprang out, pulsing in the air. She took it in her left hand and began rubbing my thigh with her right. She looked up at me with hunger in her eyes and began licking my cock, never breaking eye contact with me. She pulled it toward her and slipped the swollen head into her warm, moist mouth not once looking away from my, now, glazing stare. Her tongue spun around my lund as she moved more of me into her mouth. Our gaze was finally broken as she looked down to engulf my entire lund into her throat. As her lips reached the base of my cock, I could have died. It was overwhelming. Here was my beautiful sister choking herself on my lund. She eased my pants off and took my nuts in her right hand. She gently massaged my balls as her left hand moved up and down on my cock in unison with her lips. I reached down to rub her tits as she became lost in inhaling my cock.
It is usually difficult for me to get off with oral stimulation. The intensity of finally living a fantasy of years and the intrigue of the taboo of our acts took their toll and brought me near to an orgasm within minutes. I took her face in my hands and said, “This is too much, baby. You’re will meake me cum.”She looked at me with lust filled eyes and preceded to try to take me even deeper into her throat. She stared into my eyes and squeezed my cock tighter as she stroked it and massaged my balls with more vigor.
“Aw fuck me, didi! I’m going to come!” I cried.
With that she pulled my lund out of her mouth but continued to manually stimulate me. She opened her mouth and pointed my cock toward it in order to catch my seed. I could feel the orgasm welling up in my balls and I struggled to keep my eyes open to watch the spectacle. My first jet of jism shot out across her chin, mouth and nose. She immediately moved her lips closer to the head of my cock so as not to miss more of my cum. Another bolt of hot semen shot from the head of mycock. All of this wad landed in her mouth. With this she shoved my cock back into her hungry mouth. She sucked like a starving child sucking a breast. I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and shoved my ejaculating cock as far down her throat as I could. She took it readily and continued sucking. My body spasmed as it was racked with jolt after jolt of unearthly pleasure.
As my jerking began to slow down and my semen ceased to flow, my sister slowly removed my cock from her mouth. She licked until there was scarcely a trace of cum. She looked up from my semi-hard cock and softly said, “That was wonderful. A great start to what I think is going to be a fantastic evening.”
She stood in front of me and stared down. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Rahul. Every time I get to see you my heart jumps. I can’t count the number of times I’ve lain next to that worthless husband of mine and imagined your cock deep inside me as he slept. For years I’ve imagined it. ”
As she spoke these words, she was fondling her breasts with one hand while the other deftly rubbed the crotch of her panties. “Please tell me that you aren’t mad at me,” she pleaded. “I need more. I desperately need so much more.”
“Relax, Surbhi,” I consoled her. “I’ve probably wanted this longer than you. I know that I masturbate more than you and you have been my favorite fantasy for what seems like an eternity.” Having said that, I reach between my legs and began to lightly stroke my cock as my other hand tenderly caressed her thigh.
“Wait!” she quickly added with a gleam in her eye. “I’ve wanted to show you these since I got ’em!” No sooner had the words escaped her mouth and she was raising her shirt over her head. As she lifted the shirt over her head, her breasts finally came into full view. They were to die for! Absolutely perfect! Her arms in the air, I could plainly see the perfection of her chuchis. She threw the shirt to the floor and brought her hands to those lovely breasts. The gentle down-slope that lead from her collar bone to her alert, brown nipples could not have been improved upon by the most talented sculptor. Her fingers wrapped below them, pushing tits upward. She grinned devilishly and tickled the tip of her left nipple with the tip of her tongue. She released her breasts and began to pinch and pull at her nipples. “So, what do you think?” she asked. “Do you like my chuchis?”
“Shit, sweet didi,” I breathed. “I dare say I’ve never seen more perfect tits in all my life. And you know that I’ve seen more than my share.”
“Are you being honest or are you just horny?” she inquired. “Be honest. I absolutely love them but I really want to know what you think.”
“Seriously, Surbhi,” I reply. “They are fucking good! I can’t wait to get my cock between them.”
“Whow! Slow down little bhaiya,” she adds with a smile. “We have plenty of time to fulfill all of our fantasies. One thing at a time. Your didi wants to know what her little brother thinks of his didi,s choot!”
With these words, she slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties and began to sway seductively back and forth. She started to tug them down a little and then, teasingly, pulled them even higher than before. The action drew her damp cotton panties deep in the crack of her ass and began to expose her heated pussy. The triangle of cloth narrowed and began to show the swollen outer lips of her treasure. She had shaved! This was no strange thing one might think. However, my sister had confided in me months earlier that she had quit shaving because she didn’t want to be appealing to her husband any longer. Had she anticipated this? Did she do this just for me? I just smiled and offered a moan of approval as she continued her strip tease. At this pint she turned her back to me and poked her tight, round ass at me. Slowly, she eased the panties down to the middle of her thighs. She turned her face to me and shot me a look that I’d dreamed of but never imagined I’d actually see. She then slightly spread her legs and reached her right hand between them. She rubbed her pussy in a circular motion a couple of times and then spread it open with her index and ring fingers. She then slipped her slender middle finger inside her wetness and began to finger fuck herself not two feet from my face. The smell of her musk filled my nose as I watched her shimmering finger slide in and out of her. Tugging at a nipple with her left hand, she slipped the finger from her pussy and sucked it into her mouth.
“Mmmmmmm,” she purred. “My pussy tastes fucking great! Want a taste?”
I nodded my head, “Uh huh.” I eased myself forward on the couch. She slid her panties completely off and stepped out of them, spreading her legs wider as she did.
Her pussy was unreal! I hadn’t imagined it would look so incredible. Her labia hung slightly open and her flesh called to me. She leaned forward and took hold of her ankles. I reached up and took her by her hips, pulling her to my mouth. I inhaled deeply and savored her aroma. She rubbed her claves and thighs as I began to lick and suck at her cunt lips.
“Oh God,” she gasped. “I can’t believe you’re finally sucking on my chut! This is so hot! My little brother is eating me out. Mmmmmm. That feels wonderful.”
My tongue wandered back and forth in her slit. I sucked on her labia and pulled slightly on them with my teeth. As I savored her nectar, I reached up between her legs and began to manually stimulate her clitoris. From time to time I’d tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. I grew impatient to feel my sister orgasm on my face and began to concentrate my oral attention on her button. She responded beautifully by pushing back against my face.
“Keep that up and you’ll taste your sister’s cum,” she warned.
“I want that desperately, Surbhi. Cum for me. Cum all over your little brother’s face. Let me taste your pleasure.”
With those words spoken, I began to lick and suck on her clit frantically as she gyrated desperately against my mouth. Within minutes she was grabbing at my head from behind and shoving my face into her choot. Her entire body stiffened as I began to taste her climax. She shivered and relaxed a few moments later and her breathing resumed, though labored. I kept licking at her clit until she pushed herself away from me. Standing up straight, she turned to me and said, “That was fucking intense! No one has licked my pussy like that in years! You are a Godsend, bhaiya! I love you.” She straddled me and kissed me deeply. She broke out kiss and stared into my eyes. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetie,” I offered. “I’m glad that I could please you.”
“Please me!?!” she said with surprise. “You just blew my mind and I haven’t even felt that fat cock of yours in me yet!”
My cock was raging hard from getting her off. She sensed my arousal and started to rub her wet pussy along the shaft of my cock. She smiled warmly while running her fingers through my hair. Her lips met mine and we kissed delicately. Soon our tongues entangled. She placed her left hand between my stomach and cock and, with her fingers, pressed me to her. She rubbed her clit against the head of my cock and moaned.
“Do you want to fuck your didi?” she asked.
“I think that I’d die if I couldn’t.”
With that, she moved herself up slightly and grasped my cock. She guided the head between her folds and wetted it with her juices. She then eased herself down on my pole. She was surprisingly tight. She had to stop briefly before taking all of me inside her.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s been a while since I had a real mard cock inside me. Give me a moment to adjust to you.”
“Don’t apologize, baby,” I told her. “I’m in heaven right now. Take your time, mistress.”
She slid up and down my length where she was, lubricating my cock while she grew accustomed to me. Unexpectedly, she sat hard, taking me into her to the hilt. She gasped for air and then took my face in her hands and kissed me passionately as she ground her crotch against mine. I felt her warm wetness trickle down my testicles and into the crack of my ass. My sister reached around behind her and took my balls into her hand and massaged my sensitive testes as she rhythmically undulated her body. I wanted to touch her lovely face. I longed to fondle and suck on her breasts. I wanted to grab her by the ass and massage it as she worked her magic on my lund. I was suffering from sensory overload. I began by caressing her boobs. I ran my hands over her smooth skin and up her back. I pulled myself upright and took a nipple into my mouth and gently squeezed and massaged her breast with my right hand. My left hand continued to stroke her back and ass and lightly pull at her hair. I let my tongue wander over all of her tit, licking and sucking as I fondled it as she ran her free hand through my hair. I adjusted my position and offered the same attention to the other breast as well.
“Mmmmm, your body feels un-fucking-real, James! My entire body is tingling.”
I lay back down and pulled her down to me. We kissed again as my hands moved toward her ass. I took her soft cheeks firmly and furtively fucked her. Our bodies slapped and my scrotum swung as we bucked at each other in animalistic frenzy. As our pace slowed, I reached around and placed my fingers on her outer lips to feel my cock slide in and out of her. I squeezed her flesh around my tool and heightened the sensation of our penetration even more. She whimpered in my ear. My fingers now wet with her excitement, I slipped my middle finger to her anus and delicately teased her pucker. She responded delightfully by placing a hand atop mine while she tugged at my hair and bit at my neck. Encouraged that she appreciated the stimulation to her little butt hole, I slipped the tip of my middle finger into her wet gaand. She grunted and, with her hand, forced my finger deeper. The stimulation of her clit against my pelvic region coupled with being filled by my cock and probed in the ass by my fingers proved too much for Surbhi. I felt her entire body tense as her anus and pussy tightened around my intruding digit and cock. She quivered as I continued sliding my cock in and out of her and fingered her ass.
As her orgasm subsided, she begged me to stop for just a moment. The sensations were overwhelming and any movement on my part caused her to jerk convulsively. With my free hand, I stroked her hair and whispered in her ear.
“I love you, didi. You are so dear to me. You turn my entire being on; mind, spirit and body. I’ve felt such pleasure as I just did watching you cum. It was beautiful!”
I adjusted myself to look into her eyes but they were closed. I saw a tear fall from the corner of her eye. She opened her baby blues and with a sniffle and a smile kissed me and said, “I love you too, Rahul. I really do.”
We held each other for a couple of minutes savoring the moment.
Didi reached down and stroked my cock that was still half inside her. “I want to feel you cum, Rahul. I want to feel the heat of your sperm as it fills me. You can have me any way you want me just fill me with your cum.”
Her words excited me. I rolled her over and lay her on her back. I wanted to look at my glorious sister and watch her as my cock moved in and out of her. I wanted to look at her face and watch her body as I took her. I needed to see the passionate lust/love in her features while I filled her. Her hands moved instinctively to the mounds of her breasts as I sat up to my knees between her supple thighs and began to stroke into her sopping choot. It looked lovely. I alternated between watching her face and hands and dinking in the sight of my cock as it pistoned in and out of her swollen, silken choot. The sights brought me to my orgasm quickly.
I looked into her eyes and alerted her, “I’m going to cum soon, behna.”
“Oh yes, baby bhaiya. Let me feel you cum in my fudi. Fill me up, baby. Cum for your big didi.”
As those words fell from her tongue, my first shot spilled into her womb.
“Oh bhagwan, I can feel you cumming!” she gasped.
Again I shot into her and she grabbed my ass to pull me deeper. I was torn. This felt incredible but I longed to see my hot jism across her belly, chest and face. I decided to please my sister and lost myself in filling her. My orgasm, like hers, was intense. I stiffened and convulsed. My face contorted in pleasure as I was overcome by the sensation. When the sensations began to subside, I lay on top of her and we held each other for a short eternity.
We knew that when Bantu awoke we couldn’t let him find us like this. We decided to retire to my bedroom for the night. I reluctantly pulled my cock from the clutches of her choot. My semen began to ooze slowly from her. She felt my seed seeping from her and reached down to take some on her fingers. She looked seductively into my eyes as she raised her fingers to her full lips.
“Mmmmmm,” she smiled. “We taste incredible together.”
I went down on her and cleaned up the excess of our escaping fluids with my tongue. She was right. We tasted wonderful together. When she was clean, I helped her to her feet. We hugged and kissed. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I turned down the sheets for her and she lay down gazing into my eyes with a contented smile. I climbed into the bed and turned out the lamp on the bed stand. She lay on her side and I snuggled up close to her from behind. My semi-hard cock pressed against her ass and pussy. I nuzzled her neck and she took my hand and placed it on her breast. We squirmed like that for a few minutes getting comfortable… getting aroused again. She felt my cock stiffen again and slightly spread her legs. She reached down between her spreading thighs from the front and took hold of my shaft. She arched her back to allow for a comfortable entrance. She then guided me back into her loving warmth. We made love again lying there on our sides in the dark. It wasn’t as passionate as before but it was lovely. When we had both cum, we fell asleep in each other’s arms with me still inside her.