Madhuri's friend Minakhshi hanged herself because no man had ever proposed her. Minashkhi had a brother like Dev. If the stupid girl had seduced her brother she would not have needed to hang herself. She would live in her own paradise as Madhuri is doing in hers. Madhuri is unable to control the quivers of her lips. Her lower lip slackens with yearning. Yearning for a kiss; by this god of love and worship, by her little brother. His lips are like hers. Semi-full, drawn to the corners. Hers are completely pink, his have a deeper shade, which makes them manly. He lowers his extra two inches from his solid six feet to reach her feminine mouth. She forces her eyes open, to see the descent of his godlike head, but fails. She receives the touch of his lips on hers with her eyes shut. His lips are velvety soft against her woolly ones.

Life is such a burden to millions outside the window. But life is paradise inside Madhuri's bedroom. He is tasting her lower lip between his. Drawing leisurely, periodically, and sucking softly her feminine moans. Madhuri thrusts her stiffening nipples onto him. Feeling unfurl of soft folds in her womanhood inside her soft-silk panties. He treats her upper lip with the same adoration.

She can hold it no more. She takes his lips with same voracity. She marvels at their resilience. She treats them most sisterly, with deep, loving kisses.

She pushes her tongue between his lips, lingers on his smooth, steely-strong teeth. His mouth is warm. He takes her tongue in. He hangs on it, as if he has found a priceless catch within his reach. He feels for some seconds the entirety of her tongue in a still embrace. Madhuri feels how her tongue charms him. He chews on her tongue with soft smooth bites as if it is delicious chewing-gum. She loves this intimate love and sharing, her tongue being loved inside his brother's spacious mouth. His saliva on her taste buds is quite satisfying.

She maneuvers on his tongue and draws it out with hers. She wants to reciprocate, to show him she loves him as much as he does her. His tongue is stiffer, stiff with anticipation. Ah, her needy pussy. She needs this loving touch by his tongue against the sleek flesh of her pussy too. She stiffens her tongue harder and dabs on her brother. A number of times. He relaxes. So sweet, so obedient. As confidence builds up, he explores her mouth with his bigger manly tongue. Prodding at the soft flesh at her cheeks.

Her mouth waters fast. He savors every drop. Sucking deeply, as if he is thirsty for a month. She loves it as one of their deepest intimacies. Her limbs become fluid. She lets him pleases himself with her fluidity.

But not for a long time. He has to pay a price of it, with waiting, with patience. Now it is her time to hold his cheeks. She holds them possessively. She loves his wide cheekbones. Her lips are wet with his sucking treatment. She kisses him, letting him feel how wet her lips are.

"Brother dear," she says, looking hotly into his eyes. "You are yet to tell the color of your sister's panties."

He looks innocently at her face. So cute, so handsomely cute. The mother-feel returns to her soul. He is again an innocent young man to her, in need of her love and protection. He sits on the bed. She on the sofa.

"Honey," Madhuri says, affectionately. "The heaves on your chest are so cute. You really like it when your didi is naughty. But you are not a lecher; remember, you are a poet, a lover."

"You know, didi," Dev says, "I don't believe in love between strangers. I believe in God, because God forbids my sister for me and makes her goddess. I find it is most exhilarating to defy God when my defiance gives me my didi. Imagine I take you against the will of The Omnipotent."

"Your didi or your didi's sex?"|

"Both, of course," he says. "I cannot get her completely unless I get her sex."

"Does it mean that a boy cannot get his mother completely unless he gets her sex too?"

"Exactly," he says. "He has to have her sex if he has to have her completely."

"Do you regret, Devanand Khandelkar, not having a mother?"

"No, I don't. My didi is more than mother to me."

"You mean if I were your mother, you would still fuck me?"

"If my mother was half good as you are to me."

"You are flatterer," Madhuri says.

"You deserve it, didi."

"Have you finished Nietzsche?" Madhuri says. "Promise me to start Sartre and Russel next, and I will declare the remaining part of your award for this evening."

"I promise, didi."

"You will be India's foremost philosopher and I will be your mistress."

"Please, didi."

The yearning for more tease. Madhuri sighs contentedly. "Listen, the young atheist, since you are an obedient brother, I will take off my slack. If you want, you can comb your favorite garden, warm and soft at the moment, with your fingers before I take of my panties. Or better, you take them off. I'll sit down in front of you and wrap my panties around your cock, and masturbate you. Will not that be a nice prize, brother? Imagine the soft silk around your cock and your sister's soft hands holding your cock from across the soft fabric and masturbating you."

Madhuri is proud of her voice. She can make it as authoritative as it requires to make one of her employees piss in his pants. She can make it as sexy as to have her brother in her power. Dev inhales deeply. His cock is semi-erect. Madhuri is proud of its size.

"Drink a sip, honey," Madhuri says. "This will be a good evening. But mind to tell the right color of my panties."

"Are you going to punish me if I fail to tell?" Dev says.

"Yes, I am?" Madhuri says. "I'll do it to Mahesh. I will masturbate him with my panties. And I will push my nipples into his mouth."

Mahesh is their servant. He is about Dev's age.

"Or, I'll marry the executive at our sales department. He will fuck your didi in this room. You will only listen her moans from outside the door."

The color on Dev's face is pink. He is hot for her. She knows well what he is thinking. He is suffering from jealousy and desire. He loves her. He does not believe she will do it. But he is young and insecure.

He needs courage. Madhuri un-tucks her shirt. This is the time. She holds her brother's hands. She pulls him toward her. Holding his two wrists, he puts his hands on her waist. Maneuvering on his wrists, he pushes his palms on her tummy. Her tummy flaps involuntary. The touch is her brothers. She feels the opening of her pussy-lips. Dev strokes her smooth belly. Madhuri draws him near, by his shoulder, and kisses him. After some sips of the nutritious drink, her mouth is wetter than before. Dev's lips are velvety. She loves to kiss him. He is boyish soft.

Dev's hands explore her back and belly. One thumb feels her navel. The feel is electric. Her belly pushes on her back. Dev's touches are electrifying. It is thousand feels in one touch. His fingers push along her ribs, along the soft cotton of her bra at the side of her jutting breasts. Thanks God, she wears loose shirts. Her brothers loving hands journey through her sides without hardship. Dev caresses the soft flesh below her armpits. He kneads the skin gently, tugging them with all his fingers, feeling the humid weather.

"You like brother?" Madhuri asks, releasing his lips.

Dev strokes the soft flesh on her back, above the bra-strap. And below. Her breasts cry for his touch. He is afraid of touching them. He is a real gentleman. His hands caress her back, her generous back. They make a detour to her belly. Again he presses on her belly-button. Pressing gently, deeply. The touch makes her toes cringe. He is getting connected, pushing through her navel. This feel makes her think of Dev as her son, not brother. The son she would never have. Joining with her. Her maternal feel is deep and weeping. Her pussy gets more vapid as his gentle finger presses deeper into her navel. The feel is intensely sexy. So intimate, so naughty. Madhuri moans. His fingers travel again to the crook below her armpits. Gently, slowly, he strokes the soft flesh. He pushes his fingers, one millimeter a minute, reveling in their silky-slippery texture. Madhuri enjoys this gentle treatment. She feels sleepy. She would sleep by know if she were not standing. Life is good, she thinks. Dev pushes up, making her flinch. He reaches to the tips of her wisps. Dev takes them among his fingers. Pulls them gently. Rolling them, but not giving her any pain. The feel on his face is angelic. Why he loves them so much. "Ahah," Dev groans. "So soft, so soft."

"You like, brother?" Madhuri asks.

"Yeaah," Dev groans.

"What is so special about them, honey," Madhuri asks, throatily, sexily.

"I don't know, Didi," Dev says. "But they seem so sexy, sprouting from your intimate parts. You don't know how my mouth waters now, to take them in my mouth. I am very bad, Didi. I have all these twisted desires. But all are for you, Didi."

"Your desires are not twisted," Madhuri protests. "We are the same. We get pleasure from intimate things, things that people ignore. We are special, honey. Come to Didi and get a kiss."