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Brother and sister sex story - Color of sister's panties Part 2
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"It's important, Devanad Khandelkar," Madhuri reproaches. "You have to tell the color of your sister's panties."
Dev is in her power. She likes Dev squirm under her charms. Dev, the 6 feet tall big boy, is her pet, her cute little brother, her unborn son, her slave, her protector in the vast world.
"What is my prize if I can tell it?" Dev says, childishly.
The literature student rears his intelligent head. Life is dull if your partner is a thickhead, a slob, or a snob. Dev is perfect. Madhuri is a lucky girl. Dev is smart enough to encounter her intelligence. She once regretted his not having chosen software engineering at university. She no longer regrets it. Her brother loves poetry and talks like a poet since his childhood. He does not need to earn money. He is rich enough. She will not be able to hand over the charge of the family business to his hand. But it is not a big deal. He has made her happy. He has made her a husband that she does not have and will never have. He has given her the happiness a woman only dreams and never has.
"What is my prize, didi?" Dev reminds her.
Madhuri did not think of an answer. She is in a quandary. Her palpitation is charged. She looks at Dev's face. So sweet, so loving, yet so manly. Looking at his big eyes, she wets her lower lip with her tongue -- being aware their pinkness and feminineness. She loves to exhibit her carnal need. Her saliva is sweet in her mouth.
"Well, Sir" she says. "Your prize is nothing. You just tell the color of your sister's panties and expect a prize, darling. You are not a good brother."
Gloom hangs over Dev's face, a pretended gloom on her very sexy brother's face, which melts her to the very core and covers her with many layers of feminine supplication. Madhuri wants to play. She is ready to take him in her arms, let him feel her erect nipples, and kiss her with his so-sweet-boyish lips.
She is aware that Dev's need is more urgent than hers. But he will not hurry. He has patience. He knows her penchant for loitering, which he calls her art of lingering pleasure. The success of seduction is in pre-empting an orgasm.
"Well, brother," Madhuri says, giving Dev his juice tumbler, in a manner of serving him. "If you can tell the color of my panties, I will undress for you. I will take off my shirts looking at you. I will then take off my bra. I will give you my bra so that you know what flavor my nipples have today. I will unclip my hair for you, I will show you my armpits, and...and, well, you can even weigh up your didi's breasts."
"You are a good sister, didi," Dev says. "You know what I want. Even if you didn't tease me like this, only slump on the bed like a lazy pig, I'd still suck on your armpits until your sweet pussy aches for love. I don't know how other boys of my age live. I can't live without your love."
"Or sex?" Madhuri smirks.
"Sex, yes. But not without love."
In society, in religion, in families, it is described that teasing your brother is sin. But it is the sin for which she receives this adoring gratitude. Madhuri's eyesight gets blurred with two drops of tears.
Dev jumps off the bed. He holds Madhuri's face in his palms. Through blurred eyes, Madhuri sees how adoringly he looks at her face, and how protectively he holds her cheeks. Like a loving father, he wipes her tears with his index fingers. Madhuri feels her palms on her cheeks as if they belong to her mighty father -- not her kid brother -- a loving god. She gives herself to him before he hugs her.
Dev hugs her tightly, not with force, but with love and protection. Her breasts are two bursting glove of sensitive flesh against his chest. She pushes them into him, feeling the flattening thrills; her oversensitive nerves spread ecstasy all over her body. Dev lightly touches her left eye with his lips, warm and soft. She presses and presses her breasts against him, as he sips her tears from her eyes.
"Didi," Dev whispers on her nose.
His breath is sweet strawberry to her sense. She emerges from a swoon-like happiness.
"You are so beautiful, didi. You have a baby's face. So tender, so fresh, even when you are from work."
Madhuri's friend Minakhshi hanged herself because no man had ever proposed her. Minashkhi had a brother like Dev. If the stupid girl had seduced her brother she would not have needed to hang herself. She would live in her own paradise as Madhuri is doing in hers. Madhuri is unable to control the quivers of her lips. Her lower lip slackens with yearning. Yearning for a kiss; by this god of love and worship, by her little brother. His lips are like hers. Semi-full, drawn to the corners. Hers are completely pink, his have a deeper shade, which makes them manly. He lowers his extra two inches from his solid six feet to reach her feminine mouth. She forces her eyes open, to see the descent of his godlike head, but fails. She receives the touch of his lips on hers with her eyes shut. His lips are velvety soft against her woolly ones.
Life is such a burden to millions outside the window. But life is paradise inside Madhuri's bedroom. He is tasting her lower lip between his. Drawing leisurely, periodically, and sucking softly her feminine moans. Madhuri thrusts her stiffening nipples onto him. Feeling unfurl of soft folds in her womanhood inside her soft-silk panties. He treats her upper lip with the same adoration.
She can hold it no more. She takes his lips with same voracity. She marvels at their resilience. She treats them most sisterly, with deep, loving kisses.
She pushes her tongue between his lips, lingers on his smooth, steely-strong teeth. His mouth is warm. He takes her tongue in. He hangs on it, as if he has found a priceless catch within his reach. He feels for some seconds the entirety of her tongue in a still embrace. Madhuri feels how her tongue charms him. He chews on her tongue with soft smooth bites as if it is delicious chewing-gum. She loves this intimate love and sharing, her tongue being loved inside his brother's spacious mouth. His saliva on her taste buds is quite satisfying.
She maneuvers on his tongue and draws it out with hers. She wants to reciprocate, to show him she loves him as much as he does her. His tongue is stiffer, stiff with anticipation. Ah, her needy pussy. She needs this loving touch by his tongue against the sleek flesh of her pussy too. She stiffens her tongue harder and dabs on her brother. A number of times. He relaxes. So sweet, so obedient. As confidence builds up, he explores her mouth with his bigger manly tongue. Prodding at the soft flesh at her cheeks.
Her mouth waters fast. He savors every drop. Sucking deeply, as if he is thirsty for a month. She loves it as one of their deepest intimacies. Her limbs become fluid. She lets him pleases himself with her fluidity.
But not for a long time. He has to pay a price of it, with waiting, with patience. Now it is her time to hold his cheeks. She holds them possessively. She loves his wide cheekbones. Her lips are wet with his sucking treatment. She kisses him, letting him feel how wet her lips are.
"Brother dear," she says, looking hotly into his eyes. "You are yet to tell the color of your sister's panties."
He looks innocently at her face. So cute, so handsomely cute. The mother-feel returns to her soul. He is again an innocent young man to her, in need of her love and protection. He sits on the bed. She on the sofa.
"Honey," Madhuri says, affectionately. "The heaves on your chest are so cute. You really like it when your didi is naughty. But you are not a lecher; remember, you are a poet, a lover."
"You know, didi," Dev says, "I don't believe in love between strangers. I believe in God, because God forbids my sister for me and makes her goddess. I find it is most exhilarating to defy God when my defiance gives me my didi. Imagine I take you against the will of The Omnipotent."
"Your didi or your didi's sex?"|
"Both, of course," he says. "I cannot get her completely unless I get her sex."
"Does it mean that a boy cannot get his mother completely unless he gets her sex too?"
"Exactly," he says. "He has to have her sex if he has to have her completely."
"Do you regret, Devanand Khandelkar, not having a mother?"
"No, I don't. My didi is more than mother to me."
"You mean if I were your mother, you would still fuck me?"
"If my mother was half good as you are to me."
"You are flatterer," Madhuri says.
"You deserve it, didi."
"Have you finished Nietzsche?" Madhuri says. "Promise me to start Sartre and Russel next, and I will declare the remaining part of your award for this evening."
"I promise, didi."
"You will be India's foremost philosopher and I will be your mistress."
"Please, didi."
The yearning for more tease. Madhuri sighs contentedly. "Listen, the young atheist, since you are an obedient brother, I will take off my slack. If you want, you can comb your favorite garden, warm and soft at the moment, with your fingers before I take of my panties. Or better, you take them off. I'll sit down in front of you and wrap my panties around your cock, and masturbate you. Will not that be a nice prize, brother? Imagine the soft silk around your cock and your sister's soft hands holding your cock from across the soft fabric and masturbating you."
Dev is in her power. She likes Dev squirm under her charms. Dev, the 6 feet tall big boy, is her pet, her cute little brother, her unborn son, her slave, her protector in the vast world.
"What is my prize if I can tell it?" Dev says, childishly.
The literature student rears his intelligent head. Life is dull if your partner is a thickhead, a slob, or a snob. Dev is perfect. Madhuri is a lucky girl. Dev is smart enough to encounter her intelligence. She once regretted his not having chosen software engineering at university. She no longer regrets it. Her brother loves poetry and talks like a poet since his childhood. He does not need to earn money. He is rich enough. She will not be able to hand over the charge of the family business to his hand. But it is not a big deal. He has made her happy. He has made her a husband that she does not have and will never have. He has given her the happiness a woman only dreams and never has.
"What is my prize, didi?" Dev reminds her.
Madhuri did not think of an answer. She is in a quandary. Her palpitation is charged. She looks at Dev's face. So sweet, so loving, yet so manly. Looking at his big eyes, she wets her lower lip with her tongue -- being aware their pinkness and feminineness. She loves to exhibit her carnal need. Her saliva is sweet in her mouth.
"Well, Sir" she says. "Your prize is nothing. You just tell the color of your sister's panties and expect a prize, darling. You are not a good brother."
Gloom hangs over Dev's face, a pretended gloom on her very sexy brother's face, which melts her to the very core and covers her with many layers of feminine supplication. Madhuri wants to play. She is ready to take him in her arms, let him feel her erect nipples, and kiss her with his so-sweet-boyish lips.
She is aware that Dev's need is more urgent than hers. But he will not hurry. He has patience. He knows her penchant for loitering, which he calls her art of lingering pleasure. The success of seduction is in pre-empting an orgasm.
"Well, brother," Madhuri says, giving Dev his juice tumbler, in a manner of serving him. "If you can tell the color of my panties, I will undress for you. I will take off my shirts looking at you. I will then take off my bra. I will give you my bra so that you know what flavor my nipples have today. I will unclip my hair for you, I will show you my armpits, and...and, well, you can even weigh up your didi's breasts."
"You are a good sister, didi," Dev says. "You know what I want. Even if you didn't tease me like this, only slump on the bed like a lazy pig, I'd still suck on your armpits until your sweet pussy aches for love. I don't know how other boys of my age live. I can't live without your love."
"Or sex?" Madhuri smirks.
"Sex, yes. But not without love."
In society, in religion, in families, it is described that teasing your brother is sin. But it is the sin for which she receives this adoring gratitude. Madhuri's eyesight gets blurred with two drops of tears.
Dev jumps off the bed. He holds Madhuri's face in his palms. Through blurred eyes, Madhuri sees how adoringly he looks at her face, and how protectively he holds her cheeks. Like a loving father, he wipes her tears with his index fingers. Madhuri feels her palms on her cheeks as if they belong to her mighty father -- not her kid brother -- a loving god. She gives herself to him before he hugs her.
Dev hugs her tightly, not with force, but with love and protection. Her breasts are two bursting glove of sensitive flesh against his chest. She pushes them into him, feeling the flattening thrills; her oversensitive nerves spread ecstasy all over her body. Dev lightly touches her left eye with his lips, warm and soft. She presses and presses her breasts against him, as he sips her tears from her eyes.
"Didi," Dev whispers on her nose.
His breath is sweet strawberry to her sense. She emerges from a swoon-like happiness.
"You are so beautiful, didi. You have a baby's face. So tender, so fresh, even when you are from work."
Madhuri's friend Minakhshi hanged herself because no man had ever proposed her. Minashkhi had a brother like Dev. If the stupid girl had seduced her brother she would not have needed to hang herself. She would live in her own paradise as Madhuri is doing in hers. Madhuri is unable to control the quivers of her lips. Her lower lip slackens with yearning. Yearning for a kiss; by this god of love and worship, by her little brother. His lips are like hers. Semi-full, drawn to the corners. Hers are completely pink, his have a deeper shade, which makes them manly. He lowers his extra two inches from his solid six feet to reach her feminine mouth. She forces her eyes open, to see the descent of his godlike head, but fails. She receives the touch of his lips on hers with her eyes shut. His lips are velvety soft against her woolly ones.
Life is such a burden to millions outside the window. But life is paradise inside Madhuri's bedroom. He is tasting her lower lip between his. Drawing leisurely, periodically, and sucking softly her feminine moans. Madhuri thrusts her stiffening nipples onto him. Feeling unfurl of soft folds in her womanhood inside her soft-silk panties. He treats her upper lip with the same adoration.
She can hold it no more. She takes his lips with same voracity. She marvels at their resilience. She treats them most sisterly, with deep, loving kisses.
She pushes her tongue between his lips, lingers on his smooth, steely-strong teeth. His mouth is warm. He takes her tongue in. He hangs on it, as if he has found a priceless catch within his reach. He feels for some seconds the entirety of her tongue in a still embrace. Madhuri feels how her tongue charms him. He chews on her tongue with soft smooth bites as if it is delicious chewing-gum. She loves this intimate love and sharing, her tongue being loved inside his brother's spacious mouth. His saliva on her taste buds is quite satisfying.
She maneuvers on his tongue and draws it out with hers. She wants to reciprocate, to show him she loves him as much as he does her. His tongue is stiffer, stiff with anticipation. Ah, her needy pussy. She needs this loving touch by his tongue against the sleek flesh of her pussy too. She stiffens her tongue harder and dabs on her brother. A number of times. He relaxes. So sweet, so obedient. As confidence builds up, he explores her mouth with his bigger manly tongue. Prodding at the soft flesh at her cheeks.
Her mouth waters fast. He savors every drop. Sucking deeply, as if he is thirsty for a month. She loves it as one of their deepest intimacies. Her limbs become fluid. She lets him pleases himself with her fluidity.
But not for a long time. He has to pay a price of it, with waiting, with patience. Now it is her time to hold his cheeks. She holds them possessively. She loves his wide cheekbones. Her lips are wet with his sucking treatment. She kisses him, letting him feel how wet her lips are.
"Brother dear," she says, looking hotly into his eyes. "You are yet to tell the color of your sister's panties."
He looks innocently at her face. So cute, so handsomely cute. The mother-feel returns to her soul. He is again an innocent young man to her, in need of her love and protection. He sits on the bed. She on the sofa.
"Honey," Madhuri says, affectionately. "The heaves on your chest are so cute. You really like it when your didi is naughty. But you are not a lecher; remember, you are a poet, a lover."
"You know, didi," Dev says, "I don't believe in love between strangers. I believe in God, because God forbids my sister for me and makes her goddess. I find it is most exhilarating to defy God when my defiance gives me my didi. Imagine I take you against the will of The Omnipotent."
"Your didi or your didi's sex?"|
"Both, of course," he says. "I cannot get her completely unless I get her sex."
"Does it mean that a boy cannot get his mother completely unless he gets her sex too?"
"Exactly," he says. "He has to have her sex if he has to have her completely."
"Do you regret, Devanand Khandelkar, not having a mother?"
"No, I don't. My didi is more than mother to me."
"You mean if I were your mother, you would still fuck me?"
"If my mother was half good as you are to me."
"You are flatterer," Madhuri says.
"You deserve it, didi."
"Have you finished Nietzsche?" Madhuri says. "Promise me to start Sartre and Russel next, and I will declare the remaining part of your award for this evening."
"I promise, didi."
"You will be India's foremost philosopher and I will be your mistress."
"Please, didi."
The yearning for more tease. Madhuri sighs contentedly. "Listen, the young atheist, since you are an obedient brother, I will take off my slack. If you want, you can comb your favorite garden, warm and soft at the moment, with your fingers before I take of my panties. Or better, you take them off. I'll sit down in front of you and wrap my panties around your cock, and masturbate you. Will not that be a nice prize, brother? Imagine the soft silk around your cock and your sister's soft hands holding your cock from across the soft fabric and masturbating you."
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