For the next few weeks, things went back to normal, pretty much. I had Rashmi give me a few more handjobs, and while she didn’t necessarily seem to like it, she protested less and less each time. She even started taking a little longer. She became better at sensing my approaching orgasms, and would aim my cock so that I came in her hand or in a cloth or sock if she had one handy. She stopped trying to tell me that we couldn’t keep doing this. I guess she figured once we hit 21, she could tell me off without fear.

Then, one Friday, our parents came home and announced that they were going on a trip for a week. They were leaving us to take care of the house, and each other. Of course, we weren’t to have any parties, and we never would, because there’s no way our parents wouldn’t find out. But, with our parents gone, we were free to stay out late and come home in a less than sober state.

They left on Saturday, and that night both Rashmi and I ended up at the same party. I was playing a drinking game with some buddies in the kitchen, and I saw Rashmi dancing with Frank in the living room. He was getting very frisky, and she was fighting to keep his hands off her. Finally, she slapped him in the face, and he stormed out.

I lost sight of Rashmi for a couple hours, and when I saw her again she was in the backyard, drinking Southern Comfort from the bottle and taking pretty big pulls off of a nice sized joint. She was sitting with a couple girlfriends. I walked over to her and grabbed her by the arm.

“Come on, sis,” I said, pulling her to her feet. “I think you’ve had enough.” She was not at all stable on her feet, and I had to prop her up.

“Naaaa,” she slurred. “I don’ wanna go. I wanna stay with my girls.” The last word came out like ‘girlsh’.

“I know, but I think you need to get some sleep,” I told her. “Say goodnight, Rashmi.”

“Goo’nite, Rashmi,” she said with a wave. I got her out to the car and poured her into the front seat. I had only had a couple beers and was fine to drive. I started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

A few minutes later, I pulled into our driveway. Rashmi had slept the entire short trip, and I had to shake her to rouse her. I helped her into the house and into her bed. She sat on the bed, and as I turned to go, she grabbed my belt and turned me to face her. Without saying a word, she unzipped my jeans and took my flaccid cock in her hands.

“Rashmi, what are you doing,” I asked. This was the first time she has initiated anything between us.

“Isn’t this what you want,” she asked, her words still slightly slurred. “I might as well give it to you, because you’ll make me anyway,” she said. My cock was growing hard. I hadn’t planned on doing anything tonight, but it would be hard to say no with her soft, skilled fingers slowly stroking my shaft.

She took her time, and every time I sensed my orgasm approaching, she’d slow down. After about ten minutes, I told her I had to sit down because my legs were getting tired.

I laid on the bed, and she resumed her stroking. She was going unbearably slow, running her hand over the head every now and then to lubricate my shaft with my precum. Suddenly I felt a familiar pressure build. She sensed it, and tried to slow down even more, but it was no use. I exploded, hitting myself in the face, and drenching her pillow. She kept pumping while I finished, shooting an unbelievable amount of cum onto my chest and stomach.

When I was finished, she wiped her hand on my leg, and grabbed a towel off her dresser.

“Here, clean up with this,” she said. “Goodnight, Harry.” She laid down and turned away from me. I took the hint and left her room, dropping the jizz soaked towel in her hamper.

I went to my room, threw on a robe, and headed to the bathroom to clean up before bed. As I passed Rashmi’s room, I heard an unmistakable sound. I put my ear to the door and heard the sounds of my sister masturbating. I pushed the door, and it swung open silently. She was laying on her bed, naked, with one hand between her legs and the other one alternating between her two nipples. Even though I had just come, I felt my cock stir. I tiptoed over to the side of her bed and watched. I could tell she was getting close. I waited until I thought she was almost there.

“Need some help?” I asked. She must have jumped 10 feet in the air.

“Goddamn it Harry! You scared the shit out of me!” She wasn’t slurring anymore.

“Sorry,” I said, grinning widely. “I heard noises and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” she said, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Can you please go?”

“So you can finish?” I asked her.

“Not likely,” she said. “After that scare, I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

“Well, maybe I can,” I said. She seemed to weigh the offer. She opened her mouth to say something, and then reconsidered. She simply laid down on her back and spread her legs.

My cock was rock hard as I positioned myself between her legs again. I took time, savouring the aroma of her pussy. She was in a very aroused state, and I was surprised at how wet she was. I ran my finger up and down her glistening slit. She gasped and lifted her hips toward my finger. I smiled.

As she had, I took my time. I would build her up to the brink of orgasm, then stop completely and watch her thrash around. She would try to finish herself, but I grabbed her hands and kept them away. I would lick her clit while I fucked her with my fingers. I had read about the female G spot, and I tried to locate hers. Based on the sharp gasp she made, apparently I found it. I kept bringing her up and down, until I thought she couldn’t take it any more. I started in earnest, working her clit and finger fucking her. I felt her vaginal muscles start to contract and knew she was seconds away. Without being obvious, I moved my pinky so it was just outside her asshole. Her juices had been running and I knew that her anus would be well lubricated. As she started cumming, I stuck my pinky in her ass.

She screamed and thrashed like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I almost came myself, feeling both her cunt and ass muscles contracting as she came. She didn’t stop for almost a full minute. It’s a good thing our parents weren’t home, or anywhere close to home.

After she came down, she looked at me with the same mixture of emotions; anger, humiliation, and a little bit of lust. She didn’t say anything, just turned over onto her stomach. Typically, this is when I would leave, but today I had another idea. I climbed on top of her and held her.

She didn’t move, and for a minute neither did I. I shifted so that my cock was nestled between her ass cheeks, and let it rest there for a moment. Then I slowly started pumping back and forth. It felt exquisite. She didn’t try to stop me, probably hoping that I would come and then leave her alone. Not today, though.

Holding her wrists, I lifted myself up a bit and moved my cock a little lower. On one of my downstrokes, I moved enough that the head of my cock brushed the entrance to her pussy. She gasped and tensed. I went back to rubbing my cock between her cheeks. Ever couple of strokes I’d brush my head against her wet lips. Then, without warning, instead of pulling back I pushed forward. She cried out.

“Harry, no!!!” she yelled. My head was inside her pussy, and it felt like nothing else I had ever felt. She was incredibly tight, and I wondered suddenly if she was a virgin. I pushed forward a little more. Her tightness was overcome by the copious amount of fluid that she was producing.

“Harry, stop!!! Please, Harry, don’t do this,” she said, tears starting to flow down her cheeks. “I’m a virgin, Harry.”

That was enough for me. I kept pushing, and soon felt pressure at her hymen.

“Ow!!” she screamed. “Harry, it hurts. You’re too big. Please take it out. It hurts.”

Her cries turned me on even more. I pulled back and then pushed forward harder, and I felt her resistance give. She shrieked. I kept going and before I knew it my cock was buried to the hilt in my sister’s pussy. I grabbed her tiny ass cheeks and pulled them open. I looked down, and saw her wet lips wrapped around my shaft. I couldn’t believe my cock was inside her. It looked like I should be splitting her in half. The sight of her tiny ass cheeks spread apart and my glistening cock in her virgin pussy was too much to handle. My cock jerked, and I unloaded what felt like buckets of cum into my sister. She must have felt it, because she started to panic.

“Nonononononononono,” she said. “No, don’t cum in me, I’m not on the pill, no Harry, don’t, nonononono.” She was almost incoherent. I had finished cumming, and pulled my cock out of her pussy. There was a little bit of blood, and a lot of cum. As I pulled out, a stream of cum flowed out, over her pussy lips and puddle on the sheet. Rashmi was crying softly.

“Harry, how could you,” she said. “How could you rape me and cum inside me?” Her face was buried in her pillow. I felt guilty, but as I stared at her back and ass, and watched my cum flow out of her, I realized that I would need to do this again.

*****

We didn’t do anything for the next month or so. Rashmi didn’t talk to me unless our parents were around, and event then she was very curt in her conversation. I was worried that our last encounter might push her over the edge, and she’d tell our parents. She’d lose her trust fund, but so would I. I didn’t think that either of us wanted that.

One night, I went into the bathroom just after Rashmi had come out of the shower. As I was taking a leak, I noticed a tampon wrapper in the garbage. I felt relieved, knowing that if she was having her period, she wasn’t pregnant. After I finished peeing, my cock became hard as I thought about the last time.