Hello friends, my name is Amit. I am twenty years old and I am going to share my sex life with you all. In my family there are only three of us – me, my mother, and my elder sister Kamini. Mother is forty-five and Didi is thirty years old. She is already married. We live in a village near Ghaziabad. As you know, in villages girls get married at a young age. Mother got married at fifteen and Didi at eighteen. We are a well-to-do family. Even after father passed away, we had no shortage of money. Farming gave us good income.
These days I live in the city for studies. I have rented a room. Although Didi’s in-laws also live here, I did not want to stay with relatives while studying. I took a room in a multi-story building where neighbors do not bother you. Everyone minds their own business.
My sex life is quite good. I have brought several college girls to my room and fucked them. When no one is available I masturbate. After reading Mastaram books I feel like grabbing someone and fucking her hard. But I used to wonder whether real incest sex happens. Can anyone fuck his own mother or sister? After fucking my own Didi I had to accept that it does happen.
One day I was in my room when Didi came over. She often visited and always brought something for me. That day she had come after shopping. Kamini Didi is a thirty-year-old beautiful and sensual woman. Her figure is 38-28-36. Anyone can get a hard-on just by looking at her heavy breasts and juicy ass.
As soon as she entered she said, “What Amit, can’t you come home?” I replied, “Didi, my studies get disturbed.” Didi snapped, “Oh really, the great student. I know exactly what you do.” I asked, “What Didi?” She said, “Okay, first give me some water.”
I took a cold bottle from the fridge and gave it to her. After drinking she said, “Uff, it is so hot.” I agreed. We were chatting normally when suddenly we were shocked. Curfew had been imposed in the entire city. Police vehicles announced that due to sudden Hindu-Muslim riots Section 144 was enforced everywhere.
Didi got worried. “Now how will I go home?” I said, “Didi, you will have to stay until the curfew is lifted.” She replied, “But everyone at home will be tense.” I told her she had her mobile and could call. I dialed Jiju.
Jiju’s voice came. I said, “Hello Jiju, namaste. This is Amit. Didi is with me but curfew is on. She is very worried.” Jiju said, “Thank God. I was scared. Tell your Didi to stay there. I will try to come in the morning.”
I gave the phone to Didi. After talking she said, “Now I have to stay.” I asked what happened. She replied, “What problem do you have here?” I said, “Yes Didi, but what will you wear at night? You have no spare clothes.” She agreed it was a problem. I offered my lungi and kurta. She said it would work. Then she asked about food.
I told her we would have to cook. She said dal-rice would be fine. It was already eight in the evening. Didi was cooking while I studied. She called me, “Amit, come here.” I went. She asked for ghee.
I gave her the jar and stood there. Didi was in petticoat and blouse soaked with sweat. It was very hot in the kitchen so she had removed her saree. The wet petticoat and blouse revealed every curve of her body. Seeing her plump ass my inner devil woke up.
Her white petticoat and blouse clearly showed her white bra. The shape of her ass cheeks made it obvious she wore no panties. My cock instantly became rock-hard. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind. I turned to leave thinking she is my elder sister when she said, “Where are you going? Stay here. I am getting bored alone. Let’s talk while the food cooks.”
I agreed. She asked about my college. I said it was fine. Then she said, “Amit, tell me one thing.” I asked what. She said, “Do you concentrate on studies or on girls in college?” I replied, “What Didi?” She teased, “Why? Aren’t there beautiful girls?” I said there were but I focused on studies. She laughed, “Stop lying. I know how boys feel when they see girls, especially village boys in the city.”
I denied it. She insisted there must be someone. Finally I said, “Yes Didi, but you don’t look good to me either.” She got angry, “Why? Aren’t you young?” I said I was. She asked if something was wrong with me. The talk turned naughty. She said she was young too with no flaws yet she did not like young girls.
I asked why. She explained that in the 21st century brother and sister are like friends and share everything without shame. She asked if I drank beer. I said sometimes with friends. She wanted one. I had four bottles in the fridge. She admitted she drank with Jiju, sometimes whisky too, especially at parties.
I said she had changed. She laughed, “It is the effect of city life. You should join us sometime.”
I suggested she bathe first then we would drink and talk. She agreed and walked to the bathroom swaying her heavy ass. I stroked my throbbing cock thinking she was very frank today. Maybe tonight I would get to fuck her.
When she returned after bathing wearing my lungi and kurta without panties, the thought of the lungi slipping made my dick twitch. She told me to bathe too. In the bathroom I saw her bra and panties hanging. I picked up her panties, smelled the intoxicating scent of her pussy and started masturbating furiously. After shooting my load I quickly bathed and came out.
Didi said I took too long. I blamed the heat. She asked to open the beer. I opened two bottles. She sat on the bed with legs stretched, back against the headboard. I kept staring. She asked what I was looking at. I said she looked very good in my clothes. She teased back about me not liking girls. The talk got bolder.
She finished her bottle and asked for another. I lit a cigarette; she asked for one too. I was shocked but gave her one. After a few puffs and beer she became very open. I confessed I liked mature women, twenty-eight and above, especially forty-five to fifty with full heavy bodies, big hips and big breasts.
Didi was surprised but curious. She held my hand and insisted I tell everything. I described how mature women’s full breasts and plump asses drive me crazy. She directly said, “So you like big ass and big boobs.” My cock jerked hard hearing those words from her mouth.
I told her she looked extremely sexy, her heavy breasts and juicy ass had me aching. My cock was rock-hard thinking of her. I described the dirty thoughts I had while she cooked – lifting her petticoat and licking her ass, sucking her tits, rubbing my thick head on her lips.
Didi’s eyes sparkled. She grabbed my cock over the lungi and said, “Your cock is bigger than your Jiju’s. It is the best I have seen. I definitely want this fat cock in my pussy, my king. Give it to my hand.” She started stroking my veiny shaft. Her touch made me feral.
I begged her to remove her clothes. She stood up. I pulled off her kurta and lungi in one go. My beautiful elder sister stood completely naked before me. We stared at each other. Then she pulled me close. My heavy cock pressed against her dripping slit and her full breasts crushed against my chest. She kissed and bit my cheeks saying, “Where were you all this time, you crazy boy? Had I known I would have fucked you long ago. Fuck your sister hard today, make me your sister-fucker. I have waited so long for a young cock. Fuck me all night however you want.”
I promised I would fuck her to my heart’s content, first eat her pussy then pound it. She said she would suck my cock while I licked her cunt. We moved to 69. Her swollen pussy lips hovered over my mouth while her hot wet mouth swallowed my throbbing length. I licked her juicy folds from bottom to top. She moaned around my cock, “Your cock is so tasty.” I devoured her creamy pussy saying it was delicious.
We kept licking and sucking, exchanging filthy gaalis. “Suck my cock, you randi sister.” “Eat my cunt, you mother-fucker brother.” Her velvet tongue worked my shaft while I lapped at her swollen clit.
Then she begged, “Now fuck me Amit. My pussy is itching badly. Fill it with your thick cock, you bastard brother.” She lay on her back. I placed a pillow under her ass, spread her legs and rubbed my leaking crown on her slick petals. She growled, “Stop teasing, you sister-fucker. Ram it in.”
I pushed hard. My thick head entered her tight heat. She gasped. I thrust again and buried my entire rigid length balls-deep into her greedy cunt. Her walls clenched around me. I started pounding her with deep strokes while squeezing her bouncing tits and sucking her stiff nipples.
She wrapped her legs around me and told how many cocks she had taken, how Jiju and even her father-in-law fucked her regularly, how the whole family enjoyed incest. The dirty family stories made me fuck her harder. She described mother also getting fucked by them. I got even more excited.
I kept slamming into her sloppy cunt until we both neared climax. She screamed she was cumming. I pulled out and shoved my pulsing cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily. I exploded, flooding her throat with thick ropes of cum. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean.
Then she kissed me and said, “That was amazing, my king brother.” I replied, “Yes, my cock-hungry randi sister. Fucking you felt incredible.”