Rudra's kissing was as much special to him as it was to mine, for the same reason: mine were the first pair of lips my brother was kissing. He did not seem to finish with them for next one hundred years. He was savoring their soft, moist texture, drawing sexual feel from all the art and poetry he had learned, nibbling, pushing, pulling, probing, wetting them with his tongue, suppressing whimpers and moans of appreciation of the feminine taste of my lips in his mouth. Every second he was infusing me with new excitement as he was devouring my soft, full lips. The joy of being kissed like this exposed me to some discreet humane feel and I wished for all the sexy sisters of the world such pleasure by their horny brothers.

"Will you be this demanding all your life, Rudra?" I asked, disengaging my well-treated lips, in an attempt to express my love for him and my satisfaction to his adulation.

My brother stared at me adoringly, as if I was his goddess mother. The poet in him was searching for some suitable response but his whole being became dumbfounded with the beauty and charm of his sister's arousal which washed over my face, my whole body, with a red, constant blush. I fell in love with him at the sight of his two adorable, grateful eyes. At the same moment, I pledged to become the lifelong beloved of my sexy brother; my body, my sex, my breasts, my feminine heart all would belong to him. As a gesture of my pledge, I slid my crotch over his -- to give him another spell of taste of my soft, wet groin -- and attacked him with a wild, feminine kiss.

This time I gave him my tongue, steadily probing between his teeth into his receptive mouth. The first thing I tasted inside my brother's mouth was the mint of his banana-flavored chewing-gum. I snaked my agile tongue round his. His tongue was bigger, stronger; I found it extremely hot and sexy.

In a few minutes my brother lashed at the flat of my tongue with his, as if he needed the taste of my taste buds, which opened and released copious juices for my brother, who hungrily, sloppily drank my fluid like a thirsty dog. I kept humping on his crotch with appreciation. My brother reciprocated with sexy, suppressed moans, which took the degree of my arousal to the next level.

Inspired by my brother's languid exploration of my oral orifice, I invented a generous way of giving him my tongue for his enjoyment. I loosened my tongue inside his mouth, relaxed it, made my oral digit extremely soft -- despite the state of that ecstatic thrill -- and embraced his tongue with all my softness like a baby octopus. It was my brother's first taste of a girl's tongue, and I wanted him to find it sweet and sexy.

At every point, my brother proved that he was gentle, idyllic, and persistent in enjoying the taste of anything I offered from my feminine bounties; he would go for a piece of my feminine flesh forever, without expecting the next, while I had so much to give him. An orgasm began to flap its wings inside the different parts of my body, especially inside my pussy, around my clitoris and g-spot, inside my breasts, along my thickened nipples, in the fluttering of my anus. I increased the friction of my pantied cunt against his crotch and moved my breasts to and fro on his chest. In response, he increased his suction on my supple tongue. His sucking was eager, but not brutal, although I would not have minded a little brutality at that height of my arousal.

Soon my brother made a guttural sound, his whole body jerked under me, he clasped me around my back, crashing my smothered breasts on his chest. He was sucking my juicy tongue and drinking from it like a wayward camel which had got an oasis after long wandering.

It was too much for my over-sexed brother. Hot wetness seeped through his jeans and touched my naked thighs. At first I thought it was my own secretion. Rudra had relaxed his grip on my mouth and slumped his head languidly on my neck. A few seconds had elapsed when he gazed at me timidly; his sex on which I was vigorously sawing my loins dumped a little. I needed time to understand that my brother had an orgasm, while still fully clothed, only sucking his sister's sexy tongue and drinking its juices.

My brother's sunken face was cute and boyish. He must've had thought he'd fuck my brains out and brought me five or six orgasms before he enjoyed his virgin life's first climax. His crestfallen eyes rekindled my maternal feel for him. If in such a moment he ever called me mother, or mom, I'd have an orgasm. Only thinking of him calling me mom opened the new gates in the well in my nether parts which held my pussy juices, whose new waves seeped through my sodden panties. Raising my head, looking at him admiringly, I smiled at him protectively. My aim was to inject some spirit into him. He grinned heartily. I fell in love with him once again.

"Thank you, Sis," he said.

"For what?" I quipped.

I sat in front of his adoring eyes and took off my t-shirt. In an attempt to bind my hair in a ball, I showed him my armpits. I had been dying to show him the red wisps under my arms since the beginning of this debauchery when I knew how much had he been thrilled by a strand of my pubic hair. I was by now covered in a thin sheet of perspiration. My brother was greedily breathing in my air. The atmosphere was hot, humid, and sexy.

"For what?" I asked again, sexily thrusting out my heavy, bra-covered breasts.

"For a very un-sisterly kiss," he said.

"What kind of kiss was it, Stud?" I said, beckoning my brother's lust-filled eyes with my delicate arms.

"Grand-motherly."

I stuck out my tongue in mock indignation. My intention was to show him my tongue, all of it, which he'd so ravenously loved. I opened my legs and showed him how sodden my panties were. I tilted my head and kissed him sloppily.

"A brief sisterly kiss," I said, releasing his lips.

I began to undress my brother. He had an orgasm. I had none. My impatience to take my brother's cock into my pussy was killing me. "Be a man, little bro," I said. "Your sister will undress you."

I took off my brother's shirt. Two tiny, red nipples stuck out through netted black hair from his chest. I touched them with the tip of my finger. I wetted my finger in my mouth and touched his left nipple with it. I twisted his nipple, swiveling my finger across his areole. My brother moaned in pleasure. He gazed at me with a lustful smile.

"Thank you sis," he said. "Everything you do is perfect. It was beyond my imagination that you will do all these for me?"

"What am I doing, Mister?" I said, pinching his nipple. I flushed my bra-covered breasts at him, and looked at him raising my sex-laden eyes. My brother was enjoying his elder sister's naughty action and I couldn't but opened my thighs and showed him the wetness on my panties, which beckoned at him with my obscene movement.

"You are bringing me hundred dreams, sis. I'm dreaming this moment, but this dream is more than reality. I can savor your scent, I'm getting your touch. I can look at you. Ah, Anita, if only you knew, how beautiful you are."

My eyes filled in tears hearing my brother's sentiment. We had never been this intimate It came over to me that love in arousal is the deepest of all love. I jumped onto Rudra and kissed him, full mouth, wetting his face, eyes, and temple with the saliva of my aroused body, searching for sensation in the corners of his lips, in the grooves of his eyes. "You are a very, very bad brother, Rudra." I sobbed. "To make your sister cry like this."

Rudra took my face in his hands and gazed at my tearful eyes. "Such sparkling eyes none have ever seen," he said, and kissed my eyes. My body shook with an inside tremor as Rudra drank my hot tears, searching more on the lids and corners of my closed eyes with his burning tongue. It was an unbelievably mature act. My brother was rapidly turning into an experienced lover without even experiencing his cock inside a girl's vagina.

I was shaking visibly. With love and lust, my brother made me so hot that I could hardly wait to take his cock in my aching girlhood. I unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans with his underwear along his robust thighs. In front my hungry, aroused eyes was my brother's naked body. In his nakedness, my brother was the most handsome man I could ever imagine; his muscles were toned like a shiny steal-wall against sunlight. I had no patience to look at the rest of his handsome feature since my eyes were glued to the sight of the sexiest cock in our entire white race.

It was not yet very fully hard. A glob of his semen was losing shape through a sieve made by a bunch of his pubic hair at the upper base of his large sack. I had never tasted a man's semen. Yet new supply of fluid welled up in my mouth at the site of the white cream of my brother's discharge. Throbbing against gravity, against the shame of being naked in front of his sex-hungry sister, his cock was steadily raising its bulbous head, the size of a ripe peach. My nipples, my clitoris, the lips of my pussy flapped, as I hungrily stared at his rising manhood.

"Your dazzling eyes," my brother explained the cause of stir in his manhood.

My fingers trembled as I went to hold it with my right hand. I feared it'd be no more there if my wicked hand touched it. That moment it was the most precious thing in my world. It agitated with some spasmic jolts as my hand surrounded it and my girlish palm lodged on the rear side. The wet patches of his orgasm felt soothing under my burning palm.

Rudra gazed at his sister's loving hand encircling his agitated organ as I tried and failed to touch the longer of my fingers with my thumb around it. His face got new hues of pleasure as I tightened my grip around his fuck-organ.

The feel inside my body was beyond description. I felt like falling on him and eating his angry organ raw, cutting the hard meat with my sharp teeth.