Barsha sighed and wiped the long counter of the Malad Co operative department store. Rishi, her brother, was doing it again. He was in the back room jacking off, while she stayed out front tending the counter, not three feet away. As she wiped the counter, probably for the ten thousandth time, she could hear the rhythmic slap of his hand on his big angry looking boner - also probably for the ten thousandth time, she thought glumly.
"Would you hurry up, you pervert?" she hissed through the saloon doors that went to the back room. "I've got to pee!"
"Well then," he panted. "Go ahead and pee."
"You know I can't leave the counter unattended. Radhika aunty would have a fit if somebody came in and there wasn't a person right there to do their every bidding."
Barsha and Rishi lived with their elderly aunt and had for the last ten years, ever since their parents were killed in an accident. Radhika aunty was the only family they had and, while she'd felt it was her duty to take them in, she was also glad for the help they gave her in running her store. The fact that the store was out in the middle of Malad, 10 kms from just about anywhere cool, didn't mean business was slow. So there was a fairly constant stream of folks coming in and out. But to make any real money, the store needed to be open about sixteen hours a day. Aunt Radhika aunty handled things from morning until lunch, but after that Barsha and Rishi looked after things until it was time to close. At least that's what they'd been doing ever since they'd turned fourteen. At first it had been a wild adventure for the twins - being in charge of a whole store - but four years later Barsha felt like she could go anywhere in the place and find anything they sold blindfolded and hopping on one leg.
Barsha heard the combination sigh and groan she also knew very well. Rishi was cumming, squirting two or three long white ropes of semen out of his penis and into a rag. Her nose caught the unique scent of his sexual fluid. That too was a smell she knew well. She wondered if all boys did that constantly, like her brother seemed to.
She thought back to the first time she'd seen him doing it.
Barsha had gone out to the storage shed to find a case of number six nails and was lugging it back into the back door of the store. She had the heavy box balanced on her shoulder, so she had a hand free to open the door. She knew Rishi wouldn't be able to hear her from up front if she knocked, and that's where Rishi was. Or at least that's where he was supposed to be.
But he wasn't.
Instead, as she walked up the dim hallway toward the front of the store, she saw Rishi standing just inside the saloon doors, peeking out into the front room. His pants were on the floor in a puddle around his ankles. His hand was moving in what would be his lap, if he was sitting. Barsha hadn't understood at first.
"Rishi? What are you doing?"
He'd turned and she'd seen clearly just what he was doing. They'd been sixteen at the time, and she'd known about reproduction and all that, but she'd never seen an erect penis until then.
Her brother's was, unknown to her, a prime example of an Indian man's cock. It was about six inches long, with a slight bend up and to the left. He was uncircumcised, which meant he didn't need any lubrication to jack off, and could do it anywhere, any time. Being a teenager, he could produce several ounces of semen a day. He'd learned how to get that semen out of his balls while taking a bath when he was twelve, and had been doing that just about every day since then. Especially when he saw Aishwarya Sharma, who had just been in the store, buying the last of the number six nails for her father.
Of course Barsha didn't know all that at that time. All she'd known was that her brother had his hand on a very stiff penis and was slicking it back and forth in an almost professional manner.
Or had been.
When she announced her presence he'd jumped, then bent down and pulled his pants back up as quick as he could. He'd stammered out something about "just having to". Barsha had been pretty much speechless for half an hour, but eventually she'd confronted him about it. As they'd always been pretty close, Rishi was actually able to explain about Aishwarya, and what she always did to him, and how he relieved the pressure. Barsha knew what that feeling was like. There was one boy at college who, whenever he talked to her, made her stomach feel funny in a way that she just couldn't make go away.
But she'd never masturbated. She didn't even know how to begin.
In the years that had followed that incident, Barsha had begun to notice how girls affected her brother. If a pretty girl came into the store Barsha would surreptitiously peek at the front of her brother's trousers. More often than not a bulge would appear, like magic. And, when the girl had left, Rishi would think up some reason why he had to go into the back room, or out to the storage shed, or to the bathroom. She couldn't go spy on him, because someone always had to be at the counter, but she was pretty sure she knew what he was doing. He was always in a great mood when he came back, with a big smile on his face.
It just wasn't fair. He got all the fun, while she just got frustrated. She didn't have a nice hard penis to play with. It had never occurred to her to explore her own body, to find out what might feel nice.
Things had progressed one warm evening when they were fifteen. Shalini Bose had come slinking into the store wearing a dress so old you could almost see through it, and had asked for a twenty-four inch zipper for her mother. Rishi had told her that he thought there might be one in a box up in the attic and he'd have to show her. It wasn't until after they'd climbed up the fold-down ladder to the loft that Barsha had suddenly realized Rishi hadn't been up in the attic for over a year, and wouldn't have noticed anything at all about sewing notions even if he had. AND, he'd had another of those boners of his as he led Shalini to the stairs. Rishi was doing something up there with Shalini, and Barsha wanted to know what.
So she peeked. She quietly climbed up the ladder and carefully raised her head into the open space above. She almost fell off the ladder when she realized what she was seeing. Shalini was lying on the floor, with the skirts of her dress up around her stomach. Her legs were spread and Rishi was between them. His pants were down around his ankles again and his pale white butt was bobbing up and down while Shalini sighed with pleasure. In the shaft of light coming through a dusty window, Barsha could see his stiff penis sliding in and out of Shalini's pussy. Her own pussy clenched as she stifled a gasp and she ducked her head back down instantly. He was FUCKING her! Right there in the store!
Barsha found she was panting, her breasts heaving like she'd run a mile. How could he do that right here in the store? And why would Shalini let him do that at all?
Maybe he was forcing her! Maybe she needed help!
Barsha peeked back over the edge of the floor. Shalini was making noise ... moaning ... was that pain? Barsha examined the way Shalini was lying. Her legs were out flung, giving Rishi plenty of room. Her arms were around him, not pushing him away. Suddenly Shalini began thrusting her pussy up at Rishi as he pounded into her. She was chanting softly: "Yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... OH YEAH!"
Well, it obviously wasn't force.
Then Rishi started making noises too! He said, "You're snapping your pussy Rishi, I'm gonna cum Rishi ... here it comes, baby ... OH YEAH!" He stuck his peter in her all the way one last time and Barsha saw his ass cheeks clench. He pulled his prick out a little and slammed it back in, grunting. But while it was out, Barsha saw that his dick was coated with streaks of white and she knew it was his sperm.
He was shooting his sperm into Shalini Bose! She might even get PREGNANT!
Barsha climbed back down the ladder and went to the counter. Her pussy was hot and itchy. There was an ache in her stomach, not like she was sick, but like she was hungry or something. But she wasn't hungry. Between her legs felt ... wet. That had never happened before. She didn't know what to do about it. She felt nervous and jumpy too.
About then she heard noises of feet coming down the stairs. She made herself busy so she wouldn't have to look Shalini in the eye. When Shalini and Rishi came back into the room he said something lame about how since they hadn't found what she needed that they'd have to order it in. She giggled and said to give her a call when it got here and she'd run right over to get it.
She'd confronted her brother after Shalini had left the store. A shouting match had ensued but Barsha ended it by saying that if he ever did anything like that again in the store she'd tell their aunt. Rishi had clamped his mouth shut, but later he whined and moaned that he'd get the blue balls if he couldn't do something to get some relief. In the end he'd gotten her to agree that he could go in the back room to jerk off when he needed to, as long as he didn't take too long.
Barsha had thought that he'd be too inhibited to do it very often. She was wrong. Rishi could whack off six or seven times a day if he wanted to. And since it was his sister who'd stopped him from having REAL fun he didn't care if his sister saw him or not while he was spanking his monkey. As time went on he even quit trying to be private about it, standing in plain sight as he jerked on his hot meat until it spat streams of semen up into the air. When Barsha complained that he was making messes on the floor, he started shooting into a rag again. As time went on, Rishi not only didn't mind if his sister saw him, it made him even more horny to know a female was looking at his dick. So he ended up standing right inside the saloon doors so that if Barsha went in there she couldn't help but see him.
"Would you hurry up, you pervert?" she hissed through the saloon doors that went to the back room. "I've got to pee!"
"Well then," he panted. "Go ahead and pee."
"You know I can't leave the counter unattended. Radhika aunty would have a fit if somebody came in and there wasn't a person right there to do their every bidding."
Barsha and Rishi lived with their elderly aunt and had for the last ten years, ever since their parents were killed in an accident. Radhika aunty was the only family they had and, while she'd felt it was her duty to take them in, she was also glad for the help they gave her in running her store. The fact that the store was out in the middle of Malad, 10 kms from just about anywhere cool, didn't mean business was slow. So there was a fairly constant stream of folks coming in and out. But to make any real money, the store needed to be open about sixteen hours a day. Aunt Radhika aunty handled things from morning until lunch, but after that Barsha and Rishi looked after things until it was time to close. At least that's what they'd been doing ever since they'd turned fourteen. At first it had been a wild adventure for the twins - being in charge of a whole store - but four years later Barsha felt like she could go anywhere in the place and find anything they sold blindfolded and hopping on one leg.
Barsha heard the combination sigh and groan she also knew very well. Rishi was cumming, squirting two or three long white ropes of semen out of his penis and into a rag. Her nose caught the unique scent of his sexual fluid. That too was a smell she knew well. She wondered if all boys did that constantly, like her brother seemed to.
She thought back to the first time she'd seen him doing it.
Barsha had gone out to the storage shed to find a case of number six nails and was lugging it back into the back door of the store. She had the heavy box balanced on her shoulder, so she had a hand free to open the door. She knew Rishi wouldn't be able to hear her from up front if she knocked, and that's where Rishi was. Or at least that's where he was supposed to be.
But he wasn't.
Instead, as she walked up the dim hallway toward the front of the store, she saw Rishi standing just inside the saloon doors, peeking out into the front room. His pants were on the floor in a puddle around his ankles. His hand was moving in what would be his lap, if he was sitting. Barsha hadn't understood at first.
"Rishi? What are you doing?"
He'd turned and she'd seen clearly just what he was doing. They'd been sixteen at the time, and she'd known about reproduction and all that, but she'd never seen an erect penis until then.
Her brother's was, unknown to her, a prime example of an Indian man's cock. It was about six inches long, with a slight bend up and to the left. He was uncircumcised, which meant he didn't need any lubrication to jack off, and could do it anywhere, any time. Being a teenager, he could produce several ounces of semen a day. He'd learned how to get that semen out of his balls while taking a bath when he was twelve, and had been doing that just about every day since then. Especially when he saw Aishwarya Sharma, who had just been in the store, buying the last of the number six nails for her father.
Of course Barsha didn't know all that at that time. All she'd known was that her brother had his hand on a very stiff penis and was slicking it back and forth in an almost professional manner.
Or had been.
When she announced her presence he'd jumped, then bent down and pulled his pants back up as quick as he could. He'd stammered out something about "just having to". Barsha had been pretty much speechless for half an hour, but eventually she'd confronted him about it. As they'd always been pretty close, Rishi was actually able to explain about Aishwarya, and what she always did to him, and how he relieved the pressure. Barsha knew what that feeling was like. There was one boy at college who, whenever he talked to her, made her stomach feel funny in a way that she just couldn't make go away.
But she'd never masturbated. She didn't even know how to begin.
In the years that had followed that incident, Barsha had begun to notice how girls affected her brother. If a pretty girl came into the store Barsha would surreptitiously peek at the front of her brother's trousers. More often than not a bulge would appear, like magic. And, when the girl had left, Rishi would think up some reason why he had to go into the back room, or out to the storage shed, or to the bathroom. She couldn't go spy on him, because someone always had to be at the counter, but she was pretty sure she knew what he was doing. He was always in a great mood when he came back, with a big smile on his face.
It just wasn't fair. He got all the fun, while she just got frustrated. She didn't have a nice hard penis to play with. It had never occurred to her to explore her own body, to find out what might feel nice.
Things had progressed one warm evening when they were fifteen. Shalini Bose had come slinking into the store wearing a dress so old you could almost see through it, and had asked for a twenty-four inch zipper for her mother. Rishi had told her that he thought there might be one in a box up in the attic and he'd have to show her. It wasn't until after they'd climbed up the fold-down ladder to the loft that Barsha had suddenly realized Rishi hadn't been up in the attic for over a year, and wouldn't have noticed anything at all about sewing notions even if he had. AND, he'd had another of those boners of his as he led Shalini to the stairs. Rishi was doing something up there with Shalini, and Barsha wanted to know what.
So she peeked. She quietly climbed up the ladder and carefully raised her head into the open space above. She almost fell off the ladder when she realized what she was seeing. Shalini was lying on the floor, with the skirts of her dress up around her stomach. Her legs were spread and Rishi was between them. His pants were down around his ankles again and his pale white butt was bobbing up and down while Shalini sighed with pleasure. In the shaft of light coming through a dusty window, Barsha could see his stiff penis sliding in and out of Shalini's pussy. Her own pussy clenched as she stifled a gasp and she ducked her head back down instantly. He was FUCKING her! Right there in the store!
Barsha found she was panting, her breasts heaving like she'd run a mile. How could he do that right here in the store? And why would Shalini let him do that at all?
Maybe he was forcing her! Maybe she needed help!
Barsha peeked back over the edge of the floor. Shalini was making noise ... moaning ... was that pain? Barsha examined the way Shalini was lying. Her legs were out flung, giving Rishi plenty of room. Her arms were around him, not pushing him away. Suddenly Shalini began thrusting her pussy up at Rishi as he pounded into her. She was chanting softly: "Yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... OH YEAH!"
Well, it obviously wasn't force.
Then Rishi started making noises too! He said, "You're snapping your pussy Rishi, I'm gonna cum Rishi ... here it comes, baby ... OH YEAH!" He stuck his peter in her all the way one last time and Barsha saw his ass cheeks clench. He pulled his prick out a little and slammed it back in, grunting. But while it was out, Barsha saw that his dick was coated with streaks of white and she knew it was his sperm.
He was shooting his sperm into Shalini Bose! She might even get PREGNANT!
Barsha climbed back down the ladder and went to the counter. Her pussy was hot and itchy. There was an ache in her stomach, not like she was sick, but like she was hungry or something. But she wasn't hungry. Between her legs felt ... wet. That had never happened before. She didn't know what to do about it. She felt nervous and jumpy too.
About then she heard noises of feet coming down the stairs. She made herself busy so she wouldn't have to look Shalini in the eye. When Shalini and Rishi came back into the room he said something lame about how since they hadn't found what she needed that they'd have to order it in. She giggled and said to give her a call when it got here and she'd run right over to get it.
She'd confronted her brother after Shalini had left the store. A shouting match had ensued but Barsha ended it by saying that if he ever did anything like that again in the store she'd tell their aunt. Rishi had clamped his mouth shut, but later he whined and moaned that he'd get the blue balls if he couldn't do something to get some relief. In the end he'd gotten her to agree that he could go in the back room to jerk off when he needed to, as long as he didn't take too long.
Barsha had thought that he'd be too inhibited to do it very often. She was wrong. Rishi could whack off six or seven times a day if he wanted to. And since it was his sister who'd stopped him from having REAL fun he didn't care if his sister saw him or not while he was spanking his monkey. As time went on he even quit trying to be private about it, standing in plain sight as he jerked on his hot meat until it spat streams of semen up into the air. When Barsha complained that he was making messes on the floor, he started shooting into a rag again. As time went on, Rishi not only didn't mind if his sister saw him, it made him even more horny to know a female was looking at his dick. So he ended up standing right inside the saloon doors so that if Barsha went in there she couldn't help but see him.