As I cried, it seemed that I was holding the entire world, all its riches, all its holiness. I didn't want to lose it to anybody. "I know you are virgin," I said. "I can't gift this pristine bird a virgin nest which it deserves. But I will be tender. I will touch every pore of it with my experienced nest. I will bestow upon it the deepest worship it deserves. You only promise that you will never ever profane this beautiful cock with any dirty cunt. This holy treasure is mine, your sister's, baby bro, your sister's only."
I couldn't blabber anymore. My tears dropped on my brother's powerful thigh. My head leaned with a heartfelt worshipping gesture. Like prostrating before a god, I stooped toward my brother's throbbing cock, until my soft lips touched the bulging head.
I drank the small pool of pre-cum from the opening. The touch of the velvety head against my lips was magical. I brushed the cockhead from one corner to another corner of my soft lips. It seeped life and spirit into my lips. Pride swelled my breasts as I felt that I could possess the wonderful organ. My sisterly pussy released new waves of pleasure in anticipation.
It was an ecstatic feel of possessing my brother's cock which would change my life forever by fucking my incestuous cunt. Not only my pussy and clitoris, not only my anus or nipples, every pore of my body desired to be baptized with its sanctity: my armpits, every millimeter of my large breasts, my ears, the crack of my ass, my toes, my eyelids. I would rub my silky hair around it. I would hold it all day and suck it all night long.
As my lips played with my brother's cockhead, saliva welled up in my mouth, ran along his shaft, and soaked my slender fingers along the way. My grips slid down and the velvety rod entered my mouth.
When my mouth was full with the heavenly sausage, I concentrated all my senses to savor its taste. I tasted the magical cock with my tongue, my palate and the walls of my mouth.
The feel of my brother's cock in my mouth was out of the world. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed in the air of his groin. I filled my lungs with the sexy incense. I was in heaven with the double taste of my brother's loins, its velvety flesh inside my mouth and its masculine aroma in the passage of my nose and lungs. I can swear upon God, there is nothing more palatable to a woman than the taste of her man's cock. That moment, my brother's cock, locked snugly along my feminine orifice, was feeding my spirit, my soul, my heart. I preferred it to any good food because unlike food-stuff it was not loading my stomach. It was diffusing purity into my soul.
My brother moaned in pleasure as the soft walls of my mouth compressed against his resilient girth. The swelled head reached the opening of my throat. I tried to hold both his balls in my left hand but I failed. I held one ball at a time and squeezed them gently, extracting rewarding whimpers from my brother. I drew my mouth in reverse, exerting the softness against the sensitive shaft more indulgingly until the head reached my lips. Then again, with one single but gentle stroke, I shoved the cock into my mouth.
I took my time when it reached my throat. When the muscles in my throat relaxed, I pushed down, shoving the cockhead along my throat. I stopped only when my lips reached my brother's hairy balls.
My brother's hot, shallow breaths fall upon my tender earlobes as I deep-throated him with cherishing abandon. I could do it the whole night. But I did not want my brother to cum in my mouth. He could cum a thousand times in my willing mouth later on. For the first time, I wanted him to cum inside my vagina. I released the sweet organ from my mouth with utmost reluctance.
I invented many new things about sexuality and the power of incestuous love. I discovered that -- like in music, like in art and literature -- there is no limit of pleasure in human sexuality. You only need the right person to explore the creative world of pleasure. I discovered the hackneyed axiom 'the kinkier the better' as if it was my own invention. I was the luckiest girl of the world because I had Rudra, my passionate brother, to incite the perpetuity of my hitherto repressed sexuality.
All my previous enjoyment, all the foreplay, became a blurred memory as Rudra's slender fingers held the waistband of my panties to denude me for the first fuck of his life. He sat on his knees between my spread legs; his youthful, strong cock almost reached his chest in its aroused state, in anticipation of his sister's forbidden pussy. I was wondering how the anticipation of his life's first fuck was to him while it was so much thrilling to me who had already been fucked many times, albeit by a perfunctory lover.
My brother had not yet seen the labyrinthine world of a girl's womanhood. I pictured in my mind to ask him later on to tell me how he felt about it, sitting between my legs, holding the waistband of my panties, waiting to see the first pussy of his life. How it made difference that the pussy he was going to see belonged to his sister. I couldn't forget for one second how he had been thrilled by a strand of my pubic hair. It was a matter of pure joy in my heart that it's only a moment my brother was going to see my succulent cunt, the naked flesh of my feminine glory, my aroused clitoris, my trimmed but well-nurtured pubic bush.
Aha, my pussy was profusely leaking honey as I contemplated my brother's pleasure. His cock throbbed frantically. The mighty organ of pleasure became the image of a depraved saint who had gone mad for some forbidden indulgence. As more of my mound was exposed, as more hairs came to his view along with the feminine scent hidden in their roots, my brother's breaths became deeper. At some point he was inhaling as if an angel spread out a big, beautiful rose from heaven for him to relish its scent. Thanks God, I had already taught him how to relish a woman's fragrance.
Rudra pulled the satin panties off my hipbone. I raised my ass to foster my brother's endeavor to slide down my panties. The waistband grazed the tip of my clitoris as it stopped on my clitoral hood with a scalding pleasure. The entirety of my red bush came to his view.
"How do you feel now that the whole garden of your sister's pubic hair is revealed before your eyes?" I asked, referring to what he wrote about a strand of my pubic hair in his diary.
No, my brother's eyes did not come out of their sockets. Rather they attained a freezing depth, with which he penetrated my fiery cunt. It was so sweet to see again and again how the hued light reflected by my loins mesmerized my brother. He gazed at my sacred garden of feminine depravity and was lost in its erotic vision.
"Fuck, sis," he exclaimed huskily. "I can't express how beautiful your panoramic loins are. Your pussy, embellished by the fiery thicket, resembles a hot spring under a burgundy flower-hedge, in a dreamland under the setting sun."
Fuck. The word hit all the nerves that ended in my cunt and tits. "Fuck," I said. My profanity was a resonance of my brother's sexy utterance. His appreciation made me a mythical witch of debauchery in our solitary world of incestuous love. I raised my hands above my head as if I was going to raise the roof. In this position my delicate armpits beckoned my brother as my feminine flesh bulged out in two delicate convex pads, upon which golden wisps of my glowing beauty were planted like two thin orchards. Arranging my legs in a circular position, I thrust out my groin, posing my red bush for my brother. My breasts tossed on their own volley. It transpired that my globes of pleasure would fly off my feminine chest and lodge on my brother's palms so that he could have the pleasure of squeezing the silky flesh.
"Look at me, Lover," I said. "Drink in your sister's beauty. I feel sexy when you ogle my naked body. My wet pussy is for you. My tits are for you to squeeze and suck. When you are tired of fucking me, I will hold you motherly in my arms. I will massage your masculine skin with my soft pubic hair. My armpits are for you to play with when you are tired of the rest of my body. You must learn to value the three gardens in three delicate parts of a woman's body. Except for these three places, the rest of a woman's body is silky-smooth without any hair. We shave if there grows any hair in any other part of our body. We do it to satisfy a man's need for a hot body. A woman's body without any hair except in these three places is very, very hot, because you like it hot, hot and silky against your touch."
"I understand, Sis," my brother said, as my profanity sank in his twisted mind. He was watching me like a hawk.
"Anita," he called out my name. "You have opened my eyes, my wicked sister. I would not have known so much feminine charms had I read all the literature of classical world. I don't believe there is a second woman in the world who could demonstrate her beauty in a better way. From now on, you are not only my sister; you are my Goddess of Love."
As if he was consumed by a swoon, Rudra fell in the circle I made with my legs to show him my charms. His nose got buried in my wet vulva. My toes supported his belly while his jet black hair touched my pubic hair. The state of my arousal was veiled by the purity of my brother's worship of my feminine being. To say that Rudra imitated my fall on his cock some time back would belie my brother's sublime feels. I had fallen on my brother's cock with mostly my carnal desire. But my brother's worship was dedicated to pure beauty of a woman and was thus far more sublime than my carnal prostration.
I couldn't hold my tears. I couldn't think of another man capable of so much passion. I wouldn't have wondered if someday my brother would try to eat my raw flesh thinking me a blossomed gardenia or enter my poor pussy with his head to see with his eyes what was inside his sister's womb.
I couldn't blabber anymore. My tears dropped on my brother's powerful thigh. My head leaned with a heartfelt worshipping gesture. Like prostrating before a god, I stooped toward my brother's throbbing cock, until my soft lips touched the bulging head.
I drank the small pool of pre-cum from the opening. The touch of the velvety head against my lips was magical. I brushed the cockhead from one corner to another corner of my soft lips. It seeped life and spirit into my lips. Pride swelled my breasts as I felt that I could possess the wonderful organ. My sisterly pussy released new waves of pleasure in anticipation.
It was an ecstatic feel of possessing my brother's cock which would change my life forever by fucking my incestuous cunt. Not only my pussy and clitoris, not only my anus or nipples, every pore of my body desired to be baptized with its sanctity: my armpits, every millimeter of my large breasts, my ears, the crack of my ass, my toes, my eyelids. I would rub my silky hair around it. I would hold it all day and suck it all night long.
As my lips played with my brother's cockhead, saliva welled up in my mouth, ran along his shaft, and soaked my slender fingers along the way. My grips slid down and the velvety rod entered my mouth.
When my mouth was full with the heavenly sausage, I concentrated all my senses to savor its taste. I tasted the magical cock with my tongue, my palate and the walls of my mouth.
The feel of my brother's cock in my mouth was out of the world. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed in the air of his groin. I filled my lungs with the sexy incense. I was in heaven with the double taste of my brother's loins, its velvety flesh inside my mouth and its masculine aroma in the passage of my nose and lungs. I can swear upon God, there is nothing more palatable to a woman than the taste of her man's cock. That moment, my brother's cock, locked snugly along my feminine orifice, was feeding my spirit, my soul, my heart. I preferred it to any good food because unlike food-stuff it was not loading my stomach. It was diffusing purity into my soul.
My brother moaned in pleasure as the soft walls of my mouth compressed against his resilient girth. The swelled head reached the opening of my throat. I tried to hold both his balls in my left hand but I failed. I held one ball at a time and squeezed them gently, extracting rewarding whimpers from my brother. I drew my mouth in reverse, exerting the softness against the sensitive shaft more indulgingly until the head reached my lips. Then again, with one single but gentle stroke, I shoved the cock into my mouth.
I took my time when it reached my throat. When the muscles in my throat relaxed, I pushed down, shoving the cockhead along my throat. I stopped only when my lips reached my brother's hairy balls.
My brother's hot, shallow breaths fall upon my tender earlobes as I deep-throated him with cherishing abandon. I could do it the whole night. But I did not want my brother to cum in my mouth. He could cum a thousand times in my willing mouth later on. For the first time, I wanted him to cum inside my vagina. I released the sweet organ from my mouth with utmost reluctance.
I invented many new things about sexuality and the power of incestuous love. I discovered that -- like in music, like in art and literature -- there is no limit of pleasure in human sexuality. You only need the right person to explore the creative world of pleasure. I discovered the hackneyed axiom 'the kinkier the better' as if it was my own invention. I was the luckiest girl of the world because I had Rudra, my passionate brother, to incite the perpetuity of my hitherto repressed sexuality.
All my previous enjoyment, all the foreplay, became a blurred memory as Rudra's slender fingers held the waistband of my panties to denude me for the first fuck of his life. He sat on his knees between my spread legs; his youthful, strong cock almost reached his chest in its aroused state, in anticipation of his sister's forbidden pussy. I was wondering how the anticipation of his life's first fuck was to him while it was so much thrilling to me who had already been fucked many times, albeit by a perfunctory lover.
My brother had not yet seen the labyrinthine world of a girl's womanhood. I pictured in my mind to ask him later on to tell me how he felt about it, sitting between my legs, holding the waistband of my panties, waiting to see the first pussy of his life. How it made difference that the pussy he was going to see belonged to his sister. I couldn't forget for one second how he had been thrilled by a strand of my pubic hair. It was a matter of pure joy in my heart that it's only a moment my brother was going to see my succulent cunt, the naked flesh of my feminine glory, my aroused clitoris, my trimmed but well-nurtured pubic bush.
Aha, my pussy was profusely leaking honey as I contemplated my brother's pleasure. His cock throbbed frantically. The mighty organ of pleasure became the image of a depraved saint who had gone mad for some forbidden indulgence. As more of my mound was exposed, as more hairs came to his view along with the feminine scent hidden in their roots, my brother's breaths became deeper. At some point he was inhaling as if an angel spread out a big, beautiful rose from heaven for him to relish its scent. Thanks God, I had already taught him how to relish a woman's fragrance.
Rudra pulled the satin panties off my hipbone. I raised my ass to foster my brother's endeavor to slide down my panties. The waistband grazed the tip of my clitoris as it stopped on my clitoral hood with a scalding pleasure. The entirety of my red bush came to his view.
"How do you feel now that the whole garden of your sister's pubic hair is revealed before your eyes?" I asked, referring to what he wrote about a strand of my pubic hair in his diary.
No, my brother's eyes did not come out of their sockets. Rather they attained a freezing depth, with which he penetrated my fiery cunt. It was so sweet to see again and again how the hued light reflected by my loins mesmerized my brother. He gazed at my sacred garden of feminine depravity and was lost in its erotic vision.
"Fuck, sis," he exclaimed huskily. "I can't express how beautiful your panoramic loins are. Your pussy, embellished by the fiery thicket, resembles a hot spring under a burgundy flower-hedge, in a dreamland under the setting sun."
Fuck. The word hit all the nerves that ended in my cunt and tits. "Fuck," I said. My profanity was a resonance of my brother's sexy utterance. His appreciation made me a mythical witch of debauchery in our solitary world of incestuous love. I raised my hands above my head as if I was going to raise the roof. In this position my delicate armpits beckoned my brother as my feminine flesh bulged out in two delicate convex pads, upon which golden wisps of my glowing beauty were planted like two thin orchards. Arranging my legs in a circular position, I thrust out my groin, posing my red bush for my brother. My breasts tossed on their own volley. It transpired that my globes of pleasure would fly off my feminine chest and lodge on my brother's palms so that he could have the pleasure of squeezing the silky flesh.
"Look at me, Lover," I said. "Drink in your sister's beauty. I feel sexy when you ogle my naked body. My wet pussy is for you. My tits are for you to squeeze and suck. When you are tired of fucking me, I will hold you motherly in my arms. I will massage your masculine skin with my soft pubic hair. My armpits are for you to play with when you are tired of the rest of my body. You must learn to value the three gardens in three delicate parts of a woman's body. Except for these three places, the rest of a woman's body is silky-smooth without any hair. We shave if there grows any hair in any other part of our body. We do it to satisfy a man's need for a hot body. A woman's body without any hair except in these three places is very, very hot, because you like it hot, hot and silky against your touch."
"I understand, Sis," my brother said, as my profanity sank in his twisted mind. He was watching me like a hawk.
"Anita," he called out my name. "You have opened my eyes, my wicked sister. I would not have known so much feminine charms had I read all the literature of classical world. I don't believe there is a second woman in the world who could demonstrate her beauty in a better way. From now on, you are not only my sister; you are my Goddess of Love."
As if he was consumed by a swoon, Rudra fell in the circle I made with my legs to show him my charms. His nose got buried in my wet vulva. My toes supported his belly while his jet black hair touched my pubic hair. The state of my arousal was veiled by the purity of my brother's worship of my feminine being. To say that Rudra imitated my fall on his cock some time back would belie my brother's sublime feels. I had fallen on my brother's cock with mostly my carnal desire. But my brother's worship was dedicated to pure beauty of a woman and was thus far more sublime than my carnal prostration.
I couldn't hold my tears. I couldn't think of another man capable of so much passion. I wouldn't have wondered if someday my brother would try to eat my raw flesh thinking me a blossomed gardenia or enter my poor pussy with his head to see with his eyes what was inside his sister's womb.