"What purpose will that serve, Pradeep? Are we going to stop them from going all the way?" "I would if I was her best friend. I am not judging their love, but this is not a good place or time to get pregnant by someone whom you may never see again. Remember, his religion will get in the way of their plans. Mark my words." "I don't know, Pradeep. You are making me nervous about this whole trip now. Okay. Let's go, but be careful and discreet. I don't want her to think that we were spying on them." "You are such a simple soul, Sarita. Why do you think Karuna asked you and me to go with her? Whose idea was it to take me along as a chaperon? Yours or hers?" "Mom's. No, come to think of it, Karuna suggested it.

Mom agreed with it. What are you getting at?" "I think she also knows that their relationship is doomed. But she loves him enough to take the risk of enjoying it as long as she can. She is probably worried about his impulse to score, and doesn't want to get into a helpless situation. So she brings you along, as a mild deterrent for our friend Bashir, and I am the extra insurance if things get nasty." "You just made that up," Sarita said simply, as we walked hand in hand towards the palm grove. "Of course I did. I don't have any first hand knowledge of how her mind works or his. You know them better than I do. Does it not make sense to you?" "Yes, dammit. It does. You are right. I have also felt the same way, but I didn't have the heart to confront Karuna about it. What do you think we should do when we get closer to them?" "Nothing. Just keep an eye on them. You watch Karuna, and I'll watch Bashir. If she gives any signs of struggle or being strongly, we'll just walk over casually and interrupt them. That way, they won't have to scramble for any explanation. How's that for a plan?" "I like it. You are a genius, brother." "Uh uh. Just smarter and more experienced, dear sister." When we got closer, we could see them clearly.

They were all over each other, but no clothes had come off. We sat down under a tree, out of sight of the lovers, and watched them. Karuna was rubbing her hand over Bashir's bulge as he kissed her, fondling her through her tee shirt, and running his hands over her shapely, tanned thighs. A few times, he tried to push his fingers inside her cut-off jeans, but she gently stopped him. Karuna seemed to be in control. I turned my back to them, and told Sarita to watch them. After a few minutes, Sarita moved her hand to her mouth, and gasped. I looked at her face. It was flushed. She was breathing rapidly, as if she was witnessing something very erotic or terrifying. I turned and looked at Karuna and her lover. They had made a lot of progress. She had pulled his very stiff cock out of his pants, and he had managed to remove her bra and had pushed the tee-shirt up, revealing her firm, round breasts. She was pumping his cock with her fist, while he had his mouth around her breasts and erect nipples. I quickly scanned the beach. There was no one in sight at that noon hour. I looked at Sarita.

She licked her lips, and turned to look at me. Smiling nervously, she asked in a strangely hoarse voice, "Did you see that?" I nodded. "God, that is so exciting. Did you see how big he is?" I nodded again, and said, "You sure seem to be hot, watching them." "Aren't you?" I just shrugged my shoulders. "I admit it's an erotic sight, but they don't mean anything to me." I looked at my sister, and noticed that her nipples were showing through the thin material of her tee shirt. I felt a stirring in my pants, seeing her in the aroused condition. Sarita was watching me. "I know you are also excited, Pradeep. No man can remain so cool after seeing those gorgeous boobs. You have to admit that Karuna has a nice pair of knockers." I pulled Sarita in my arms. Pinching her nose, I said, "Sure. She has nice tits, sister. But that is not why I feel the excitement. I am excited watching you get turned on. You are a whole lot sexier than your friend." "But I am your sister, Pradeep." "Who else but you and I knows that, not counting those two lovers over there? Don't tell me you came here without any plans to get turned on and then doing something about it." "What do you mean?" I took her in my arms, and kissed her.

Sarita resisted at first, but as soon as I pushed my tongue through her lips, she flung her arms around me, and held me tightly. Her mouth opened, and we began exploring each other with a sudden frenzy. Our tongues locked in a deep kiss that sent shivers down my spine, to say nothing about causing my cock to spring into a superfast erection. "Oh god, yes, Pradeep. I have waited so long for you to kiss me like that. Don't stop kissing me. Hold me, dear brother," Sarita gasped between our kisses. She pushed me down on the sand and fell on top of me, grinding her pelvis into mine. I reached down to caress her butt, and found my way under her skirt to her panties. Slipping my hand under the elastic waistband, I cupped and caressed the smooth skin of her butt, squeezing the firm flesh as she moaned loudly and pressed herself down against my hardness. She quickly rolled off me and reached for my zipper. I grabbed her hand, and said, "Easy, sister." "Don't tease me, Pradeep. You want it as much as I do." She pushed my hand away, and with a swift flick of her wrist, pulled the zipper of my beach shorts down. Reaching in, she made her way around the jockey shorts and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing shaft. I could see the desire in her eyes and the arousal in her hardened nipples. Her full breasts were stretching the fabric of her tee shirt beyond endurance. I pulled her tee shirt off, and removed the front clasp of her bikini top. She wiggled her chest and her full, ripe breasts came into view. I stared at her lovely figure. My sister was a knockout.

I couldn't believe how voluptuous she looked. "Do you like them?" Sarita asked, playing with my cock which was still hidden inside the jockey shorts. "They are the most gorgeous pair I have ever seen. Honest to God." "Oh Pradeep, I have wanted for you to see me like this ever since our little fooling around years ago. I wanted you to be the first one to see me naked. Please touch me and tell me if you like them." I caressed the ripe, rippling flesh, feeling the trembling of her body. Sarita closed her eyes, her hand out of my shorts. She put both her hands to her mouth and gasped, as I gently kneaded her breasts, twirling the hard nipples between my fingers. I saw tears rolling down her cheeks as she breathed slowly and deliberately, causing her breasts to move in a seductive fashion. She opened her eyes, and smiled at me. "I am so happy today, Pradeep. Your hands feel so good on my breasts. Please don't stop. My heart is so full of love for you that I can't stop weeping. O dear brother, please hold me tightly in your arms." I pulled off my tee shirt and threw it aside. Sarita pulled me down on top of her, and held me in a bear hug, pressing her breasts against my chest.

She kissed me and said, "Lie on top of me, brother. Wait. I want to take your cock out. I want to feel it against my pussy. Just push it there. No, don't remove my panty. I just want to feel its hardness." She pulled out my cock, and pressed it against the plump mound between her legs. I wrapped my hands around her ripe breasts. Sarita moaned and wiggled her hips against my cock as it pressed urgently against her womanhood. She was breathing very rapidly now. Suddenly she opened her legs, and gripped me in a vise, thrusting her pelvis against me. I could feel the tip of my cock brushing against her inner thigh, inching its way closer to her triangle with every thrust of her pelvis. I raised myself, and looked down at her. Sarita opened her eyes and looked at me. "Why did you get up?" "To look at the nymph lying under me. You look so bewitching and sexy, Sarita, that if you were not my sister, I would tear that panty off you, and pound my cock into you. But since we can't do that, let me at least look at you. Take it off, sister." Sarita smiled, and said, "You do it. With your lips and teeth. Don't use your hands." My cock twitched at the thought of getting so close to her pussy. I nodded, and dived between her open legs.

First I nuzzled her mound with my nose, inhaling her erotic fragrance. Then I grabbed the elastic band of her panty in my teeth, and pulled it down slowly, watching as her dark pubic hair came into view. They were already moist with her juices. I pulled the panty down further, lifting her butt off the ground to make it easier. Soon her pussy was in full view. I could smell and see the pulsating entrance of her lovely womanhood. I paused, taking in the incredibly sexy and beautiful sight of my sister's private parts. "Pradeep..." Sarita whispered. "Yes, darling?" "You are the first man ever to see me naked. I wanted it to be you. Thanks for fulfilling my wish." "Oh, you are welcome, sister. I can't get over how beautiful and sexy you look, with and now without your clothes. I never thought this would ever happen, but now I am terribly jealous of whoever makes love to you for the first time." "Would you like to be the first one, brother? I'd love it to be you. Please say yes." I suddenly came to my senses. I sat up, and pulled her panty up and covered her. Pulling her up and throwing her tee shirt to her, I said, "My God, Sarita. We were about to commit incest. Put on your tee shirt," I scrambled to my feet, inserting my rapidly deflating cock back in my shorts and pulling on my beach pants. Sarita sat up, bewildered by my sudden change of mood. She got up, and pulled her tee shirt on.