When I woke up, the bright light of a late morning was blazing down the skylight of the flat. I was sleeping in my brother's arms. He was sleeping soundly.

Both of us were stark naked.

I remembered the night vividly. Mintu dropped his seed before he could enter me. That was followed by some pretty powerful love making. First in the bed in the missionary position and then after some sleep, on the floor, doggy style.

The wild passion.

I must confess, I instantly thought of what state my pussy would be in, after suck a powerful and nearly violent session of sex. I flexed my thighs and felt it. It was a little sore. But the opiate of sex was also acting like a deep attraction to unending sex.

I needed to get up and visit the bathroom. So, I squirmed. Mintu woke up immediately. He wasn't used to sleeping with anyone. He peeped and asked, "You woke up early?"

"Yes. Needed to go for a leak."

I tottered into the bathroom and sat on the john. As I passed urine, I got that 'morning-after' pleasure in the pussy as the stream of pee came out. I shuddered and thought, "What if, this is the pleasure I get every time I pee?"

I first thought that I should undertake feminine hygiene after finishing. But then I thought, "What if he wants to feel me or sniff me?"

I walked out. He peeped again and said, "Come here and get near me."

I ambled to the bed and sat myself down next to him. He stirred and slowly held my wrist and said, "Hopefully, I did not hurt you last night." ("Tor kaal ratirey laagey nee to?")

"No"

"Let me see." ("Dekhi!!")

He slowly ran his other palm and finger tips over my face, tracing my lips down my neck over my boobs and nipples, right down to my crotch.

As he touched my crotch, he caressed my bush and said, "I will make this pussy bald today." ("Tor aee jayegaa takay aami naada koray debo. Aajkey)

"Dhaaat.!!!" ("No No.")

He did not heed my protests and continued playing with my hairs and feeling me all over. Then he felt my arm pit. Again I had not shaved it too well. So he added, "I will make this part as well bald today."

He pulled me near himself and kissed my mouth. And caressed my back and said, "You really fuck very well."( "Tui khoob bhalo chudtay parish.")

I raised myself a little and slowly ran my finger tips over his torso and caressed his half risen and sticky dick. As I reached his dick, I wrapped my fingers around it and pulled the foreskin back and pulled it back, in a slow shagging motion.

I leant low over him and kissed the open bulbous tip of his dick and said, "This dick is a sweetie pie."( "Aita akta lokhee shona.")

As I kissed it and licked it a couple of times, I got the taste of my pussy and it stirred up and was coming alive.

He asked, "Kee ray. Ekhunee chodabee naakee?" ("You want to be fucked right now?")

"No. No. Just like that, I was kissing it."

I shifted the turgid shaft and planted a few kisses on his balls and said, "Ei beechee thei to semen bonay. Eitakai aami bhalo bashee." ("Your semen is made here. Isn't it? I love these balls of yours.")

We luxuriated in the morning after. Satiated in unabashed and free sex, we loved folding each other and showered each other with kisses.

Mintu glanced at the clock and noticed, it was nearly ten in the morning. He softly said, "Okay. Let me get up and wash my mouth. You too wash your mouth and let us have some breakfast."

Minti went in first. Kept the door ajar. He pissed into the john. I could see the urine streaming out and could hear it falling noisily into the water in the john. Then I stepped in and started to brush my teeth. He first stood behind me and watched my reflection in the mirror. Then he came and stood close behind me and slowly cupped each of my boobs in each of his palms and kissed me on my neck and sad, "Your two boobs. Always feel like caressing them."

Soon we finished washing our mouth. As I came out, I suggested to him, "We have to ventilate this small flat. Then we have to get dressed, a little. Why don't you wrap one of my sarees around as a lungee. I too will just wrap one of my sarees as a lungee."

He asked, "Why?"

"Taking them off is easier. Besides, if I feel like it, I can always slip my hand into the folds of the lungee and hold your cock."

We both walked out. He picked out my crumpled saree and folded it twice over and wrapped it around and tucked in the end. I picked out Neera's crumpled saree and wrapped it around. I also picked up Mintu's tee shirt and started to slip it on. Mintu stepped forward, stopped me when I was entangled in the tee shirt, with both my hands up and held my waist and kissed me on both my boobs and caressed the naked breast once more and then helped me slip it on.

As I adjusted the tee shirt, he slipped behind me and wrapped his left arm around my waist and said, Let me just feel your pussy mound once with all my love for it." ("Tor goodtatey akbarr haath diye bhalobeshey nee." ) He then slowly lowered his right hand and softly caressed my mound from above the lungee. His fingers deftly played with the crevasses and then he just lifted me off the ground and led me to the edge of the chair saying, "I want to caress the naked pussy one more." ("Nangto koray haath diye tor goodtakay bhalo bashtey chai.")

He pulled the diadem of the lungee. It fell down in a heap. He made me sit back. He swiftly parted my legs as wide as he could and slowly ran his fingers through my bush and caressed the slit a few times. I could not help it. I just purred with pleasure.

He kissed me and said, "Okay. Now you can once again wrap this silly thing on." ("Nay. Ebaarey abaar tor lungee ta poray nay." )

Once he had controlled his libido. We quickly made a simple breakfast together and had it.

We discussed last night for a while. He said, "Terribly sorry, I could not stop the premature ejaculation. You are far too sexy."

I assured him, "Shhh. Nothing to worry or feel bad about."

"Most of my girl friends complain that their lovers drop their seed inside their undies and then can't get that up any more. You fucked me hard and long twice after that."

During the conversation he said, "I will give you a bath today."

He then added, with a twinkle in his eyes, "I will give you a bath twice today, not once."

I naturally said, "Okay."

As it came near lunch time, we took out the remnants of yesterday's food and heated it up and got the small rickety table ready for food with two plates, glass tumblers etc.

When that was ready, he said, "Come let me give you a bath."

I agreed and started to get my clothes ready. He asked, "Clothes. You need to wear clothes after lunch?"

MIntu took out his shaving kit and can of foam, took off his make shift lungee and got into the bathroom with the door ajar and shaved. I waited for him to finish his shaving. As he finished his shave, he walked out, came near me, caught me, peeled off my tee shirt and then with one pull, released my lungee. I was stark naked.

He grabbed my right wrist and pulled me inside the bathroom. I did not resist it.

Once inside, he applied shampoo on my hairs and then soaped my entire body, taking special care of my boobs, caressing them and teasing the nipples and the poured water all over me to clean out the soap. Then he made me give him a bath, just the same way.

I pulled back the foreskin of his cock and applied soap liberally and cleaned it. But, clearly, it was sensitive after last night's bout of fucking. He appeared to be enjoying the attention.

When this was over, he walked across, dripping wet to the room and fished out a bottle of Anne French (hair remover) from his baggage and came back.

I thought to myself, "This bastard has planned his tryst with me in significant detail."

The moment he came back, He ordered me, "Lift your arms. Let me apply this on your arm pits. Then we wash this off."

I lifted my arms one by one. He applied the cream on each arm pit one by one and then we frolicked for some time. And then he just washed my arm pits with water and all the stubbles fell off.

He felt the arm pit and said, "Smooth like a baby's bottom. I love it."

My heart was racing. What if, he insists on applying this on my pussy?

And as soon as he finished with my arm pits, he said, "Come. Get into the bed room and lie down with your legs wide apart. I will apply this on your pussy."

I protested, "No. Why. You don't like my pussy this way?" ("Naa. Kano? Tor khoob kharaap lagcchey?")

He said, "No. I like a bald pussy more. It is more lickable then. That is why."

"Please, darling don't make my pussy bald. Please don't." ("Na. Please. Lokhee Shona. Please amaar goodta kay naydaa korish na. Please.")

Mintu looked at me sternly and said, "Would you simply lie down and get this done or would you like me to spank you first and then tie your hands and legs apart and then make your pussy bald by force?" ("Tui neejay jabee na tokay duto thappor meray, hath paa bendhey tor goodtakay nayra kortay hobay?")

Suddenly, Mintu caught me by my forearm and held my hairs and pulled me out. With my head twisted down I came out and stood, naked and dripping with the water all over me. Mintu said strenly, "Lie down here and now."

Mintu grappled me to the floor. Turned me over and started to spank by bottom with some pretty hard strokes with his hard hand. The sting passed through my whole body. And admonished me, "You say no to me? You have no shame. Saying no to your lover, one who fucks his sister? My own horny bitch?"

I realized he meant business and he would do what he wanted.

I stopped fighting. Yet, that act of domination made me hornier. I loved it. I somehow wanted that he actually forces me to do many things that I may say no about. I realized, I was a girl who loved being a dominated bitch.

Mintu then flipped me over. Roughly caught my wrists and put them on top of my head and then with a single strong push parted my legs wide apart.