Rashmi and I continued our sessions, almost on a daily basis. Rashmi would still protest, but her heart wasn’t in it. By the time I would get her pants off, her pussy would be dripping. Her body certainly grew to like the attention, and she would always orgasm at least once, usually twice, and once I made her come 7 times.

I also got bolder. Once, Rashmi and I were doing dishes after dinner. It was a warm summer evening, and our parents were sitting outside by the pool. We could see them from the window over the sink. It would be hard to see inside, as the setting sun was reflecting off the windows.

Rashmi was standing at the sink, washing the pots. She was wearing thin cotton sweatpants that hugged her tight ass, and I could tell there were no panties underneath. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her hips. I pulled her ass back into my growing erection.

“Harry, stop,” she said. “Mom and dad are right there.” I didn’t stop, instead running one of my hands around to her stomach and then down over her pussy. She groaned quietly.

“Harry, stop. Please,” she said, but already her hips were gyrating. I knew she would be wet already. I stopped rubbing her crotch and pulled down her sweatpants. I quickly undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor. Without wasting time, I placed the head of my cock at her pussy and rubbed it back and forth a few times. She was incredibly wet. I pushed my cock into her. It went in easily, and in one smooth motion I was buried to the hilt in my sister. She put her hands on the counter and thrust her ass back towards me.

I started moving in and out slowly. I wanted this to last, but I knew that we needed to be quick. I didn’t want to have to stop if our parents came in. I put my hands back on Rashmi’s hips and started fucking her a little faster. She was grunting each time I would thrust into her. She was looking out the window, making sure our parents were still sitting. She took one hand off the counter and started to rub her clit. I knew that when she did that she would come almost right away. To drive her over the edge, I licked my thumb and slowly pushed it into her ass. Before I knew it she was shaking, her legs buckling. She came hard, spraying cum all over the floor. I followed with my own orgasm, shooting my hot load deep into her pussy.

We stood there, my softening cock still inside Rashmi. As we caught our breath, our m other stood up and started towards the house. I quickly pulled out of my sister’s pussy, my cock bringing a large stream of cum with it. I quickly pulled up my jeans, and Rashmi pulled up her pants. Immediately, the grey fabric was stained dark by the mess flowing out of her pussy. She ran upstairs, leaving me to clean up the mess that both of our cum had made on the kitchen floor.

Our mom walked in as I was wiping up the mess with paper towel. She looked down at me.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing,” I replied. “I just spilled some water.”

“You always were the clumsy one,” she said jokingly. “Where’s Rashmi?”

“I spilled some water on her, so she went to change her pants.”

“Okay. I’m going to go have a shower. Your father may fall asleep out there, so do me a favour and keep an eye on him.”

“Okay, mom,” I said. “I’ll do that.” After she left, I finished wiping the cum off the floor, and then finished doing the dishes. I didn’t see Rashmi again that night.

The next day, after our parents went to work, I took a shower and was walking by Rashmi’s room back to my own. She was on the ground, doing yoga. She was following a yoga DVD on her TV. She was in a child’s pose, kneeling on the ground with her body Harryt all the way forward, her head almost touching the ground. I could see the outline of her hairless pussy through her yoga pants.

Next, she stood up, stretched towards the ceiling, then Harryt forward, placing her palms flat on the floor. Her face was now looking in my direction. She saw me, but didn’t say anything. I dropped my towel, exposing my rock hard cock. She held her pose, closing her eyes. She held that position for several minutes. Then I noticed a small wet spot forming on her pants, right over her pussy. I grinned.

I walked over behind her and pulled her pants down. She was trembling slightly. I squatted behind her and buried my face in her pussy. I didn’t want to take my time, and with some quick tongue work I had her coming in less than a minute. She was still Harryt over, panting heavily.

“Get down on the floor like you were before,” I said. She didn’t hesitate, and resumed the child’s pose. In this position, her ass was perfectly presented. I decided this would be the day we tried the one thing we hadn’t yet. There was a small jar of Vaseline on Rashmi’s dresser. I grabbed it and put it behind her on the floor without her noticing. I knelt behind her and put my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed into her, and she sighed as I entered her completely. She reached her arms out in front of her and flattened herself out even more.

I went extremely slowly, pulling all the way out, and then pushing all the way back in. Her pussy was still extremely tight, and I loved the feeling of being buried inside her. As I slowly fucked her, I put a small amount of Vaseline on my finger, and placed it at the entrance to her ass. She moaned, no longer trying to stop me. I pushed my finger in, then pulled it out, putting a little more Vaseline on it. I repeated this a few times, and I don’t think she noticed. She was beginning her approach to orgasm, I could tell. I had the both the outside and inside of her ass well lubricated now, and I was ready to take the next step.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and coated it with Vaseline. I quickly placed my head on her brown rosebud. She moaned, probably thinking it was my finger again. When I pushed forward, she realized what was going on. Before she could protest, the head of my cock had popped inside her ass.

“OOOWWWWWW!!!!” she yelled. “Fuck Harry, what are you doing?” she screamed. She tried to get away, but I had her hips firmly in my grasp.

“Just relax,” I told her. “It will hurt less if you relax.”

“Fuck you,” she yelled. “It’ll hurt less if you take your cock out of my ass.” Instead of taking it out, I pushed in a little more.

“AAHHHHHH” she screamed. “Harry, stop. STOP!! IT HURTS!!!” She was almost panicking, and it was getting hard to keep her under control. I decided to go for it, and pushed forward with one might thrust. Suddenly my cock was buried in her ass. She went nuts.

“AAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHH” she screamed again. I was suddenly worried about our neighbors, and if they could hear her. I held myself in her ass, hoping she would get accustomed to the feeling and relax a bit. After a minute she did seem to calm down. At least she stopped yelling.

“Harry,” she gasped. “Fuck Harry, that hurts so much. Please take it out. Please take your cock out of my ass.”

Hearing her say those words drove me crazy. I started to very slowly pull my cock out of her ass. She made a noise that sounded kind of like “UUGGGHHH”. When my cock was almost out, I pushed it all the way back in.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!” she shouted. “NOOOOO, Harry, take it out. Please. Oh fuck that hurts. Take it out. Please, fuck my pussy, or I’ll blow you, just please take that thing out of my ass.” She was on the verge of tears. There was no way I could stop now.

I pulled out again, almost completely, then thrust back in. Rashmi continued to sob. She was quietly saying “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts” over and over again. I started fucking her ass with short, gentle strokes. Every time I would push into her, she would emit a loud grunt. After a few strokes, I knew I couldn’t hold back. I looked down and watched as my shaft slid into her tight ass. It looked like a baseball bat compared to her small asscheeks. I pulled out and pushed back in, amazed that her tiny ass was able to accommodate my cock. I buried myself completely and came, shooting what felt like a gallon of cum deep inside my sister’s bowels.

When I finally stopped coming, I slowly pulled my cock from her ass. She whimpered quietly. I watched as a small drop of cum appeared at her ass. I guess the tightness of her rectum kept the rest of it from gushing out.

I went into the bathroom and washed my cock with soap and water. Rashmi came in and sat on the toilet. She didn’t look at me and didn’t say anything. I heard her push my cum out of her ass, heard it splash into the water. I knew if I stayed, I’d get hard again, but I figured after that performance, Rashmi deserved a break.

I went out to do some errands, and when I got home, Rashmi was in the kitchen drinking a glass of juice. She was sitting at the kitchen table, and I noticed she was sitting on a cushion. I was suddenly worried that I had really hurt her.

“Are you okay?” I asked. She looked up at me with sad eyes.

“What do you think, you prick?” she said. “You just fucked my ass. It’s sore as hell.”

I didn’t say anything, and she looked away.

“Harry, we have to talk,” she said. I figured this day would eventually come. I figured she was going to tell our parents, or worse yet, the police. I kept quiet and waited for her to continue.

“I really hate you for what you’ve done to me,” she said. “I can’t begin to explain how wrong it is. And you know that, but you keep doing it. You keep fucking me whenever you want and however you want.” She took a sip of juice.

“I can’t go to mom and dad, because they’ll take away my trust fund as well as yours, and that’s something I’m not prepared to give up.”

“So, what are you saying?” I asked. I didn’t know what she was trying to say.

“I’m saying that even if I could go to mom and dad, I wouldn’t.