Dev brings his mouth near her like the most obedient boy in the world. Madhuri kisses him wetly, taking his face between her palms, holding him like a baby. "Here, in our private world, nothing is forbidden." She reassures her brother.

He does not need encouragement. He strokes into her flesh in the same rhythm, now downward. His fingers reach her belt on the sides of her spine. He smoothens over the creases created by the tightening of her belt during work. Madhuri drools in anticipation and takes his lower lip deeply between hers and sucks on it. He keeps smoothing her soft skin with his magic touch. Madhuri reaches the front of her belt and unbuckles. She unbuttons her pants and leaves them where they were stuck on her hips. She is only responding to his demanding fingers. He reaches the waistband of her panties and glides his hands over them, over her round ass.

"Smooth and round, aren't they?" Madhuri says, releasing his lip.

"Yes, very much," Dev says, "very very much."

"What are you talking about, you naughty boy?"

"What else? I am talking about my didi's ass."

Madhuri chuckles. "I haven't asked you about my ass. I'm asking about my panties. Aren't they soft?"

Dev's palms spread over her panties, over her full hips. He is really trying to feel them, the soft fabric. "Yes," he says. "The panties are soft, too."

"You said you could tell their color by touching them. Now it is the time."

Dev clasps handful of ass flesh from over her panties. The feel is different. The slightly thicker skin makes the difference. She feels how her brother gets different reflection touching her ass.

"You are holding them, as if you possess them, Dev," Madhuri says. "Don't be so possessive, you devil."

"But they belong to my didi," Dev says, squeezing them tighter.

"It does not mean that they belong to you too," Madhuri says, "Unless..."

"Unless...?" Dev hisses.

"Unless you tell the color of your didi's panties."

She feels him against tummy. The love bird is now a hissing magur fish. Madhuri draws her hand down, across his shorts. The protruding manhood of her brother is robust under his fist.

"Dev baby?" Madhuri whispers, touching his ears with her lithe lips. "Is it for your didi?"

"What, my love?" Dev says.

"Ohh, don't belittle me, you brat. Not now." Madhuri says with mock exasperation.

"What it is, Didi?" Dev asks in his child-like tone.

"That's my cute little brother. Now tell me is it for your didi?"

"What it is, Didi? What are you talking about?"

Madhuri squeezes the handful of fish. "Do you have to hear it from me? Don't you know what it is?"

"I like it when my didi gives it a name."

"OK," Madhuri says, now fisting his organ tightly, "it is my prince."

"Then what am I?" Dev asks, this time pushing his fingers under the waistband of her panties.

"You? You are a street bandit."

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are," Madhuri says. "No brother is supposed to push his hands under her sister's panties."

He is holding them now. His palms are directly against her naked flesh. Her soft, full hips.

"Aha, Didi, what happiness?"

"Where, Love?"

"In my Didi's sweet butts."

Yes, he means it. He is in love with her butts. He is now pulling them apart. She feels the pull on her sweet anus. He puts a finger along the crack. Aha, the little devil knows how to touch a woman. Now sawing the finger along her crack, her sweet anus getting the right amount of friction. My love, my love. Madhuri whimpers.

Madhuri takes his face again in her hands and devilishly kisses him, letting him know how much she loves what he is doing to her ass-crack. She stares, lovingly, into his bright eyes. "You sweet fucker," she whispers. "If only you knew how much I love you."

"The same is going on here," Dev says, sincerely.

"And you haven't yet told me the color of my panties." Madhuri teases.

Dev moves his hands to her front. His hands are inside her panties. "Didi, my lovely didi." This is how Dev expresses his ecstasy at the touch of her stubbly pubic hair. Unlike the soft wisp in her armpits, Madhuri's pubic hair is somewhat healthier. Dev loves their crispy feel. He strokes their roots with the tip of his fingers. This is so intimate. Madhuri's pussy is seething desire.

"Didi?" Dev whispers.

"Yes, honey," Madhuri says.

"This is like exploring the most valued treasure of my life, your pubic mound, your sparse crispy hair, when you are clothed like this, my darling Didi. Standing in front of you. Darkness is inside your panties, and my fingers find them out. Isn't it nice, My Goddess?"

Madhuri is dumbfounded. His fingers reach the crack of her pussy, just above her clitoral hood. She cannot endure this love. One finger threatens to touch it. Madhuri's clitoris sticks out, all slippery, washed in the vapor of cunt-heat produced by her brother's ministration. The love bud, of its own volley, tries to find her brother's finger.

"Honey, sweetheart," Madhuri hisses. "Promise me not to touch your didi's pussy. I am so hot, baby. Play with the hair as much as you like, but don't touch the pussy; at least don't touch the clitty, sweetheart, not the clitty. I want to cum when my little brother fucks me. Oh God, I am so hot."

Dev kisses her. To compensate for her edginess. Yes, that's what it is. He wants her to feel good, very good. His mouth takes both her lips and lovingly chews on them. Madhuri is so hot. His one hand is all over her asses. Stroking the soft lower flesh. The other hand is on her pubic mound. Massaging the roots of her secret hairs with his finger tips, ignoring the heat radiating from her seething cunt. He pushes his tongue between her lips. O God! So naughty, so good. She clamps of his tongue for sheer force to stand on her feet. His one finger finds out her little anus. It draws circles round her soft opening and smoothens the creases. How much she loves it? She sucks on his tongue, with soft feminine motion. Her pussy is like a tethered butterfly, tethered to the root inside her feminine body; its puffy wings flaps and weeps, for release. And alas, one finger-tip finds her erect clitoris; another finger joins, extending over it with sweet-soft-brotherly pinching. The two fingers run downward, along her sensitive outer lips, now dabbing inward and flattening the softer inner labia. Oh fuck. Madhuri cannot endure the pleaser. The fingers stab into her cunt-flesh, inward, toward her womb, one finger lodges on her super-sensitive G-spot. Her superhero brother, at 19, is the master of erotic art. He knows his sister's sexuality like a classic master. Finger fucking, giving her pleaser on her G-spot; and on her clitoris, with the raised pad of his fingers. Another hand doing wonder to her supper attended anus. Madhuri cannot hold it any more. She keeps relishing his boyish but satisfying tongue. Enjoying this intimate fucking in both her openings. She is almost sitting on his fucking fingers. The devil is in them, in her brother's fingers, so strong, as to hold his sister by her pussy. She presses her breasts on his manly chest. Maneuvering with her nipples so that they also get sufficient touch of her man. She feels hot honey running down her soft thighs. Her pussy sucks on his fingers ravenously. The harder-than-penis fingers work super-erotically on her pussy-nerves, hit the sensitive nerves harsher than a woman can endure. She cannot hold it any more. She gives in, sucking voraciously on his tongue. Clamping on his fingers. She holds him tighter, giving him the better feel of her breasts. She holds him for strength too. Her knees are weak. Her pussy is the fire-house of pleasure. It comes with all heavenly feel, bringing the pleasure and love from all over her body and shooting it through her cuntal opening. Her brother's fingers bath in her molten lava.

"You sweet motherfucking bastard. I asked you not to touch my pussy." Madhuri reproaches, releasing his mouth but pulling him by the hair, mainly for her strength, but also to punish him. The orgasm is too good. Her brother's fingers are now still, but inside her. Life is so good with Dev. Madhuri kisses him anew. "You sweet motherfucking devil. You made me cum without telling the color of my panties. I am not letting you to win every time. You now have to pay the price."

Dev brings his fingers out her panties and dabs them on her lips. He stares into her mesmerized eyes and takes the two fingers inside his mouth. Showing her his love, he gently sucks on his fingers, tasting her oil.

She tastes herself on her lips. She wipes her lips with her tongue and offers her brother her them for a kiss.

"You Bugger, bring me that drink," Madhuri says when Dev finishes the kiss.

Dev brings her the juice tumbler. She drinks the content that has been left. He brings her sandwiches and feeds her with his own hand, as if she is a little girl, and he is making her ready for the school. She likes eating from his hand. This gives her a filial sort of feel under her brother's towering personality. He brings her a bottle of mineral water, kept safely at a corner on a table. When she has enough nutrients, she takes him by the hand and takes him to the window. The evening has fallen. The city outside her bedroom is lit with many colors. Both of them look at the world and express their gratitude to Divinity to make them this lucky in a world full of so many sorrows.

Madhuri takes of her brother's t-shirt, as if he has turned into the child and she has into his mother. She plays with the blond hair under his arms. Pulling them sharply, reminding him his punishment for making her cum against her permission. But she cannot make him suffer the pain, for she loves him, and the hair on his armpits are too sexy not to play more erotically. Her pussy gets its life back at the sight of her brother's muscular chest, full of manly hair.

Madhuri kisses her brother with maternal affection.