back to school routine


How does Lisbet prepare for Ivar’s return from his excursions abroad?

This I can actually get into because I’m gonna breeze through most of it! oops :) But I do that because it’s not very eventful. Lisbet spends the rest of her break seriously agonizing if she’s ready for a commitment with Ivar. He kind of threw a lot at her at once. Ivar has a weird way of asking someone out when while writing it I kept saying to myself ‘fuck, Ivar, most girls just like flowers’. 

If she was already introverted this summer because of Ivar’s effect on her, she’s even more so for the rest of it because she can hardly think about anything else. She’s very excited to get back to the routine of schooling haha

She’s got all these things to consider, how his family life will effect her. How the Mob life will effect her. It’s almost good for her, him being away from her, because for a moment there it was very easy for her to gloss over the seriousness of a connection to the Mob while being so seduced by Ivar. How much danger could she actually be put in by being at Ivar Lothbrok’s side? 

And now that she’s staying with her parents, she has to consider how they will be involved. How will she ever be able to tell the truth of her relationship with him? Would they ever accept it? Would they try to intervene? And what about her friends? Is Ivar the type to go out with her and socialize with people she fraternizes with? How normal of a couple could they actually be? Is he truly worth all of these acclimations and sacrifices? 

We all know what she decides, but it’s a struggle nonetheless. She is a relatively ‘normal’ person compared to Ivar, what the fuck would any of us do?

We’re also going to see her care more about how she presents herself to him. This is where Beyonce’s Partition gets in my head ‘I just wanna be the girl you like…’ Now that she’s had some validation that he is in fact attracted to her, and the tension isn’t just one-sided, she wants to continue to be alluring to him.

One measly spoiler, Ivar does call her while he’s away ;)

When I get home from class each afternoon, I’m usually exhausted, hungry, and not in the mood for buckling down and getting work done. But we all know that doing homework and studying right when we get home is way better than saving the work for late at night, or blowing it off all together. This afterschool routine will give you time to rewind from a long day and stay productive.

1. Right when you get home, bring your bag to your study space. Take out your planner and make a detailed list of everything you plan to accomplish in that afternoon and evening that is school-related.

2. In your study space, take out everything you need to accomplish these goals and put it all into one pile. (As you complete tasks, you can refile papers and put things back into your bag.)

3. Change into your comfy “at-home” clothes. It’s much more relaxing to be at home with fresh, soft clothing.

4. Get a snack and a drink. Eat before you start working, and use the time to chill, listen to music, and get pumped for productivity.

5. Go to your study space. All your materials should be laid out for you already, so all you have to do is turn off your phone, find a playlist, and get cracking!

6. Take a timed 5-minute break in between tasks. Use this time to refill your drink, stretch, use the restroom, and check your phone.

7. When it’s time for dinner or another scheduled activity, use that time as a mental break. Don’t rush to get back to work unless you know you’ll be pressed for time.

8. After eating dinner and leaving other commitments, finish up your work and then get ready for bed.

9. Take ten minutes to look over notes for the next day, tidy up, and get everything ready for the morning

10. Reward yourself for your productivity with Netfilx, pleasure-reading, or whatever else feeds your soul. Then, get a good night’s sleep!

We Are Young: Chapter 13

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“Absolutely not.”

“Coach Weylan-”

“We are not changing your routine with just a month before Nationals. No.”

Honestly, that was a pretty tame reaction compared to the one Aelin thought she would get. Weylan hadn’t thrown anything across the ice at least, so that was a plus.

She had expected resistance. She knew she couldn’t just step on the ice, tell her Uncles she was doing a whole new routine for Nationals, and be done with it. She knew her Uncles - Uncle Weylan wasn’t going to have it.

The hard part wasn’t telling them, it was convincing them.

Though she still wouldn’t call getting yelled at an ideal way to stay an early morning practice.

“We have been working on this routine for a year and a half now,” Uncle Weylan continued. His eyes were stern as they pinned Aelin in place. “We have this routine down perfectly. And you want to throw all of that away?!”

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How to Create a Study Routine

Hi, guys! So I realized between the last #Study Saturdays post and this one that the task of making a study schedule would be made a lot easier if you first had a study routine. So this week I will explain how to make a study routine. Next week will be about study schedules. 

Also, I am defining the two a bit differently. Study routine is more fixed and study schedule is both more detailed and depends upon your work for that week. 

(P.S. I didn’t go to public school – I was homeschooled – so I’m not very knowledgeable at how to study for that. This post is based on my experience at college.)

There’s so many different methods to do this. I will explain two of those ways.

The first step to creating any study schedule is having a place to write it down. I recommend working everything out on paper first and, if you prefer digital calendars, to then transfer it to Google Calendars or whatever electronic calendar you use. (The great thing about Google Calendars is that you would be able to make a separate calendar for your studying that’s apart from your personal calendar.)

If you prefer written, then there’s some great free printables made by Tumblr users for the express purpose of making a study schedule. My personal favorite is this one by @theorganisedstudent, or you could browse through my #free stuff  tag, because I have a thing for printables LOL.

The second thing is to write down the times. My day usually runs from 7am to 11pm right now, so for every hour I am awake I make a slot for. (However, using printables means you have a limited amount of time slots, so you have to find a way around this. I ended up not including the times of day when I had classes and went by an hourly basis. If you could go by every 30 minutes, that would be great too!) 

I started by blocking in all of the permanent fixtures in my week – things like class times, work, extra circulars, commute times, and sleep (I go to sleep a lot earlier on the weekdays than on the weekends). These are events that happen regularly every week and will most likely not change.

Now here’s where we split into different methods.

Method 1

Method 1 is the looser and more flexible one. It’s great if you have teachers that like to change due dates and suddenly announce homework not mentioned in the syllabus (grr). 

There’s three types of “sessions” we’re going to be working with in Method 1:

  • Study sessions: The title is pretty self-explanatory.
  • Fun sessions: These sessions are so you can have set times where you just enjoy yourself and don’t get over-stressed by school.
  • Responsibility sessions: These are for chores, running errands, and just general “getting stuff done.”

Each session’s time will be more or less depending upon what your life is like. For example, although I am currently working right now, during the fall and spring semesters I am a full-time student, so I will be able to devote the bulk of my energy to school. But if you have a job, you probably won’t be able to spend 6 hours a day studying.

Look at the free, unblocked time you have every day and add up how many hours that is. Now it’s time for the math-y part.

Here’s how I calculate how long each session should be:

  • Study sessions: They say for every one hour you spend in class, you should spend two hours studying. I will be taking 18 hours, so I multiplied that by 2 and then divided it by 7 (for every day of the week). I roughly estimate I should be doing about 5 hours of studying a day then. (EW.) These should then be divided into 2-3 hours long each. (And note that doesn’t mean you should be studying 2 hours straight. I recommend either using the Pomodoro technique or studying for 50 minutes, taking a 10-15 minute break, and then repeating.)
  • Fun sessions: This is pretty fixed. You need to about 6 hours every week just to relax and chill. You can divide this up however you want and place these 6 hours anywhere you choose. I like to have 30 minutes every evening to just pamper myself and then the remaining 3 ½ hours I spend with my best friends on Sunday.
  • Responsibility sessions: I don’t have a lot of adulting I have to do right now (thank goodness), so this takes me about 1-3 hours a week to get all my errands run, my space tidied, and my chores done. I usually reserve these tasks for Saturday.

Now that you have roughly the blocks, it’s time to place them into your schedule. There’s really no other trick for this than to work and rework it until it suits you. Be realistic, but don’t overwork yourself. Try to leave one day a week (I choose Sundays) where you have a significantly lighter workload, and use this day to recharge.

Notice that within your studying blocks, you don’t have to decide what subject you will be focusing on. If you don’t feel like working on X right now, you don’t have to – you can work on Y. It’s for this method that a study schedule (which will be discussed next Saturday) is most useful.

Method 2

The first step to Method 2, which is a bit more rigid (and which I personally work better with, since I like structure) is to take a look at your subjects and rank in levels of difficulty: easy, medium, and hard. Factor in whether a subject requires a lot of reading or is a struggle to understand or takes practice (like math). @thaniastudies has a great method for ranking classes here

Hard classes get 2 hours per day of studying.

Medium classes get 1 hour per day of studying.

Easy classes get 30 minutes per day of studying.

Then block in your schedule. This is really up to you LOL, customize it as you want. Because this method says what you should be studying, it’s requires more discipline, but if you ever have those moments when you look at your workload and don’t know where to start, this should help conquer that feeling.

This took so effing long to write. 😂😂 Hope it was helpful thougggghhhh and next week is Study Schedule. Have a lovely week, y’all!


Summary: You had thought moving into a new city and starting a new school would be easy. That was until you met your neighbour.

Genre: Neighbour!Jungkook + fluff/drama 

Word count: 5.3k

A/N : Part IV!!! It’s been a long, long, long time. (almost a year ffs) But here it is! Hopefully, the next updates will be much faster. Please do anticipate and criticism are very much appreciated. ENJOY GUYS!! 

Part I  Part II Part III Part IV 

You weren’t exactly sure where your position with Jungkook stood from then. Your relationship, if you could even call it that, was complicated. Twisted, bundled and full of tangled webs of confusion.

He was Jungkook and you were, well you. 

And with the way Jiyoon hated you, it was safe to say that associating yourself with the likes of him wasn’t the safest option. Neither was it an idea you particularly thought was good.

But it was fair to say that you’d always loved taking chances and Jungkook was a risk you were willing to take- willing to play against Jiyoon. 

Even if you didn’t know it just yet.

And you weren’t quite sure where in place that car journey put you even after you’d spent hours into the night pondering about it, racking your mind for something to ease you, some type of closure.

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Call Bobby

Originally posted by misswhizzy

Pairing: Dean x sister!Reader, Sam x sister!Reader, TJ (OC)
Word count: 1,159

Part 3 of a Father’s Gift

TJ had only been 9 months the night that you’d listened to your father meet the hellhound. Pictures were all he’d never know of him, much like you and Sam when it came to Mary. It wasn’t fair, and you were numb for the first few days. The house had a gloomy feel to it, as if joy was wrong, and blasphemous.

What seemed to snap you out of it was when TJ walked from the coffee table, to the sofa where you were sitting. For the first time since that day, you smiled, and the tears you felt weren’t of sadness. “Good job, baby!” You chuckled as he laughed.

His laughter is what helped drag everyone from their fog, one by one. It was infectious, and you all knew that John would have wanted you to move on, and raise him the best you could.

Just two weeks after the death of your father, you were back in school, back into the routine that had been created at the beginning of the year. You had a few friends, who could tell something was wrong, but how did you explain that? How did you tell them that he was dragged to hell because he sold his soul to save you and your son? It was easier to say nothing, than think of a lie.

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Three is Better Than Two

@larvesta Hope that you had a wonderful birthday! I really love all of the amazing art that you create, and I especially appreciate how you create such soft and sweet images with the rarest pairs. Thank you for being such a lovely part of the ML fandom.

This fic was inspired by your piece here!

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Each start of the new year began just like this. Marinette would wake up, close her eyes, and hope. The first day of school meant new students and new chances to meet her soulmate. Plus, it also meant a chance to finally have a class without Chloe Bourgeois. At this point, she wasn’t sure which would be better.

By the end of the day, she not only hadn’t found her soulmate, but she was also still in Chloe’s class. On the bright side, she’d made a new friend who was willing to stand up to Chloe, and instead of a soulmate, she’d gotten a kwami and the chance to be a hero.

Still, Marinette stared down at her wrist and frowned, rubbing her thumb over the bare skin, wishing as she always did, that tomorrow would be the day she’d gain a mark.

Marinette knew it was dangerous to fall in love with someone who wasn’t her soulmate. Despite the sparks between her and Adrien when he handed her his umbrella, there was no mistaking the blank wrists after their fingers brushed across each other. He wasn’t her soulmate. She had to accept that.

That didn’t stop her from tripping over her words and her own two feet every time she got close to him. That didn’t mean she didn’t silently daydream about him during class, wondering what his soulmate mark would look like. That didn’t keep her from imagining a lovely golden sun blooming over her wrist and wishing for the impossible.

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anonymous asked:

Hello!!! Could I get fluffy head cannons for a flower shop au where the cashier/employee is a heavily tattoo'ed and pierced bokuto who just has a heavy love for flowers and they meet the customer (fem so) and they just hit it off. Could the head cannons be about how they started talking more and it developed into a relationship and stuff! Just super fluffy!! Thanksssss ❤❤❤

*Clutches chest* My heart!! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡ - Admin Hope

Bokuto Koutaro x Fem!Reader

It was summer vacation and you had started working again seeing that you had time off of school. Being able to get back into your summer routine after every friday when you got paid you started to go back to the flower shop that was on your way home. You had the money so you walked through the doors the floral scent filling your nose. Nothing could have been better than that smell, it beat almost everything. 

“I’ll be right with you.” A boy says but you couldn’t see his face because he was carrying a large potted plant that was sprouting. Yet you did see some of the tattoo’s that peaked out from under his shirt. The tattoo’s slightly peaked your interest wanting to see them closely but you with held yourself and began to look at the tulips. 

Thinking of a place where you could put them began to get you in a deep thought. You didn’t have much room in your bedroom so that was out of the picture, the small table in the living could work if your cat didn’t push everything off of it. Maybe somewhere in the kitchen would be nice. “Hello, sorry I had to move some things, is their anything you need help with?” The boy startled you from your thoughts as you looked over at him. 

Your eyes widened seeing his form loom over you. He was tall and muscular, he had tattoo’s running up his arms and his ears pierced. His hair was spiked up in an odd way that made him represent and owl, and strands of his hair fell and were in his face, probably from working. He was definitely cute though, he wore a huge smile, and as that faded his eyes were a brilliant golden color. 

You didn’t answer his question but looked at him in awe. “You’re so.” You trailed off not even being able to think of a word that described him. 

Him on the other hand thought you were adorable. You were so petite compared to him, and you still had some baby fat on your cheeks that he had to restrain himself from smushing together. He knew very well that you were looking at him in a more of a intrigued and interested look rather than a threatened and uncomfortable one.

“Beautiful.” You finished and his eyes widened as a soft blush crept across his cheeks. He definitely wasn’t expecting you to say that. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that it was way uncalled for I-.” You rambled but he cut you off. 

“No it’s fine really. I haven’t really been complimented for awhile so it’s nice to hear. And you are pretty beautiful yourself.” He says and your cheeks heat up just the same as his did. “I’m Bokuto, it says it on the tag.” He says pointing at his name tag and you nod. 

“(L/N), I just wanted to buy some flowers.” You blushed and he nodded. 

“Tulips are really good for summer, especially the yellow ones. Same goes with sunflowers.” He informs and you nod taking a couple of the yellow tulips as well as some small white baby’s breath. 

“Then these.” You smile and his heart almost burst. He took the flowers from your arms and he walked over to the register. You began to get out your wallet but he stopped you. 

“Free, just give me your number so maybe we can go out sometime?” He questioned and slid you a small piece of paper and a pen. Your heart rate increased as your cheeks blushed again as you began to write your number down on the paper. He was wrapping the flowers as you slid the paper back over the counter. “I guess I’ll see you again sometime then?” He asks and you nodded.

“Definitely, don’t be shy to text or call.” You said heading toward the door. He nodded and waved you off as you made your way to your bike on the other side of the street. Placing the flowers in the little basket and beginning to pedal away. 

“Oh god.” You both said filled with new found emotions.  

vorpalgirl  asked:

So, I have a plotbunny where what happens to the MC functionally = partial(?) Solitary Confinement, but it's a little odd so I'd like your thoughts to see if I'm on a realistic track? MC (16yo girl) voluntarily agrees to "give her life" to a supernatural being to save her mother. However, classic Fairy Logic applies - she THINKS she'll die or disappear, but it's actually "you must devotedly guard this isolated magical place". What this amounts to is a situation I'll detail in more Asks...?(1/7)

2/7) So, MC thinks then that she’ll be obligated to do this forever/rest of her life, in order to save/protect her mother. She’s compassionate/strongly attached to her loved ones, so keeping BOTH her parents from suffering from what would happen to Mom is “worth it” to her (note: effectively there is also another “her” who is their kid. The parents don’t realize a “version” of her is doing this, so they’re blissfully ignorant too). This gives her a Purpose automatically, but it definitely (…) (3/7) changes what she thought she was resigned to. The (humanoid) entity she’s serving does spend time with her each day, including gentle touch, and leaves its familiars (two very friendly big cats) with her always, but it does leave her by herself for long periods (hours at a time), and she is forbidden from leaving without permission and even when one of her friends winds up finding the place, she’s not allowed to admit to them it’s really her/have proper contact with them. However (…) (4/7) Shortly after that, she is told that it was never intended to be permanent - it was for “a year and a day” - a test, which she’s just passed. So, she is abruptly told she can/should “go home”, when she thought she would be there indefinitely. She winds up with a version of her family who have lost their version of her. They know she’s an alt-universe version, but to them, she’s so similar to their kid, and anyway, “biologically her twin”, that they feel emotionally attached to her (…) (5/7) + they empathize with/feel responsible for her, especially as she’s still so young + they’re horrified to learn she was apparently “alone” (or at least without her loved ones/normal contact) for so long. They immediately accept her as their kid, and she can’t help but see them as the “same” people, so she’s drawn to the idea of being adopted/with them but, obviously the whole thing is kind of traumatic and weird for her - and this is what I’m wanting to run by you? So far, I have her (…) (6/7) struggling to adjust to the sudden shift in routines (they try to send her back to normal school, which feels “noisy” and “chaotic” to her; she puts up with it b/c she “has to”, but winds up “spacey and distracted” [dissociating] during some of her classes, and struggles with focus on academic material); being twitchy/hypervigilant (she reduces her anxiety by always plotting physical exits and practicing kata every morning/evening); having poor sleep/trouble falling asleep/nightmares (…) (7/7) + suffering anxiety/self-doubt, questioning whether these versions of her loved ones really accept her or if they just feel obligated to pretend/secretly internally reject her or worse, see her as a daily reminder of the girl they lost and feeling pain that they’re hiding from her. She also tries to pretend nothing is wrong when they ask how she’s doing out of worry, b/c she doesn’t want to “burden” anybody. Plausible - yes/no/maybe? (Also - sorry for the length of this, wow)

I actually really like long asks. They tend to mean I have all the detail I need to give a proper, helpful answer. (They are a little intimidating but so satisfying once answered). Sorry it took so long to get this answered.

You’ve got a really interesting scenario here and I think generally speaking it’s really plausible.

I always link to Shalev’s Sourcebook when solitary comes up because it’s a brilliant free resource.

All of the things you’ve hit on are possible symptoms of prolonged (ie over a week) solitary confinement. And they’re symptoms that can persist for a very long time after release.

She should also show these symptoms while she’s in solitary. You could write it as though she had these symptoms but didn’t consciously notice most of them while she was acting as a guard. If she was spending most of her time alone or with animals she might not necessarily have processed her dissociation, anxiety or hypervigilance as unusual.

People aren’t always aware of the symptoms they have. Sometimes it takes interaction with others to realise that what’s happening isn’t ‘normal’. She may also have seen her symptoms as normal for her situation and expected them to stop instantly if she ever got out.

If the only human-like interaction she has is with a mythological creature (that from the sound of things doesn’t think or act like a human) well then she could potentially go a year without realising these are symptoms. She’d feel them and she’d feel ‘bad’, but she might not have the words to express them or think of them as something that’s caused by her circumstances.

The interaction she has with her ‘captor’ sounds as though it’s mostly positive and never violent. That would help her hugely.

The main negative factor is her going through this thinking that she’ll be stuck there forever. It sounds as though she made peace with that and accepted her fate. So suddenly being jerked out of that situation would be a helluva shock. And that would impact her symptoms.

Overall I think you’ve got a very solid scenario here, but there are two things I’d suggest adding to it.

The first is physical symptoms. Solitary does have a set of physical symptoms some of which may be caused by prison conditions but some are harder to pin down. The eye sight problems Shalev lists may be caused by the conditions in the average solitary cell, which isn’t similar to her situation. But the headaches, joint aches and insomnia are harder to pin down. They could be applicable to her situation and the physical symptoms of solitary confinement/isolation are rarely discussed in fiction.

The second thing is memory problems. Difficulty concentrating and learning are common in torture victims and can persist for years after torture. I’d expect a noticeable drop in her grades if she returned to school. I’d also expect her to find learning and remembering information from her classes more difficult, and for that to be frustrating and perhaps stressful.

It’s the kind of thing that feeds into a victim’s negative feelings about themselves, whether they ‘belong’ in their community and their self worth. And since you seem to be focusing on that through her other mental health problems I think including memory problems could add to your story.

It sounds a lot like you’re exploring the social isolation victims can feel, or at least as though the story could be heading there. I think that’s great because it’s not something we generally see in fiction. At least not from the inside. 

Instead social isolation tends to be something victims are blamed for: either because their symptoms are deemed socially unacceptable (and therefore their fault) or because they’re not ‘trying hard enough’ to interact. The way you’ve used her symptoms to show why she feels out of place and how that can lead to further isolation is really very good. And probably true to a lot of people’s experiences.

Some further points you might want to consider-

How well known is this sort of magic in your setting? If your character doesn’t have to constantly explain what happened to her and if this sort of situation happens often enough that she’s believed that will help her recovery a lot. But it will probably also affect how the people around her interact with her. Do kids at school pester her, point her out in the corridors, or want her to recount every detail of her ordeal?

Would the kind of sacrifice you character made be regarded as exceptional, or would it be an expected/proper show of familial devotion?

Would the people around her make any kind of allowances for her behaviour/experience? For example if she finds school noisy and chaotic would the other children talk more quietly if she asked? If they do make allowances would she be grateful or resent them as a reminder that she’s ‘different’ and doesn’t fit in.

Are there any other people who might have experienced something similar? Could she communicate with them? Mental illness is usually pretty scary but it’s a LOT scarier if you can’t recognise what’s happening to you. Being able to communicate with someone who could tell her that the anxiety, the hypervigilance, the (possible) memory problems are normal would help her immensely. It would put these symptoms into context and enable her to recognise them as symptoms rather than something fundamentally ‘broken’ about herself.

Being able to exchange coping strategies can also be hugely beneficial.

This is also going to be hugely stressful for her parents who are probably trying very hard to support her, but may not know exactly what to do. My own family has generally been pretty shit about mental health so I have rather more examples of things that don’t help than things that do.

One ‘normal’ thing that stands out which could potentially have a huge negative effect is how they respond to her falling grades and the way she’s struggling at school. Approaching it as though she’s not working hard or trying could be hugely damaging and feed into her doubts and anxiety.

I hope that helps. Generally I think it sounds like you’re doing really well. :)



Being a Kid

A Regular Day 🚋🏫

  Monday marks the beginning of a new week. The weekend was great but, as the saying goes: “all good things come to an end” and it’s time to come back to work, school. The old routine…

- Jimmy, hurry up! I don’t want to arrive late at school. – Shouted Marie.
- The school is not on fire! Unfortunately. – Mumbled Jimmy.
- Stop being a jackass and hurry up. I still want to clear some doubts with Pixel before the bell rings. – Stated Marie.
- Boring! – Said Jimmy.
- Jerk! – Yelled Marie.
- LOL, that’s because you’re my sister! – Affirmed Jimmy.
- Who puts up with you? … your teddy bear, oops! – Played Marie.
- Bitch! – Cursed Jimmy.
- Hey! What’s that all about? – Questioned Jasmine. – Hurry up or we are going to miss the station.
- Mom, just give me one more minute, because I am already finishing printing the book summary. – Requested Jimmy.

- Good studies! – Said Jasmine while saying goodbye to the children. - Good luck with your test Marie.


- Hi Pixel, did you put a lot of efforts on your studies of sciences? - Asked Marie.

- To be honest, no. I hate Mrs. CumpleBottom so much! - Replied Pixel.

- Tell me about it! I think the only thing she’s good at is to show off her pearl necklace of the time of Queen Victoria because as a teacher she’s the Devil herself. - Commented Marie while laughing out loud with Pixel.

- Silence! The girls are in a Library. - scolded them Ms. Belle.


- Good morning class. I hope you have studied. I only want to see over your desk a pencil and nothing else. I will provide you a draft sheet signed by me and with the stamp of our college. I inform you that I am going only to read the test once and, as you know, I will not respond to any doubt there after. That’s why you must pay attention as I read it. - Commanded Mrs. CrumpleBottom. - Silence Alexander! Stop being the class clown and let me explain the test to your colleagues.


- What a difficult test! - Thought Marie. - She didn’t include anything I studied, old witch.

Yoongi Scenario: Mixed feelings


A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST SCENARIO IN ENGLISH AA and also the first I post on this blog. I’m sorry really ;-;

Genre: Fluff, very much fluff, a dash, a really tiny bit of a lil bit of angst

Warning: Depression 

Words: 3375, I’m sorry mom


You didn’t know how it all started, it just did. You were quietly laying on your bed in a cold day but with the slight warmth of the sun passing all the way through your window. It seemed like a perfect day for everybody, but for you.
You had been struggling with this for years now. Depression, anxiety, panic attacks, but they all vanished when he appeared. He, the quiet and good looking guy, who you thought was a masterpiece the first time you saw him.

It was a rainy day when you two first met. You were in the bus in your way back home from school, just like any other day. Routine had become something completely normal, it wasn’t even boring. But that day, that perfect day you saw a figure walking in the hall of the bus which was kind of full, and one of the empty seats was just beside you. Of course there were other empty seats, there was even a pretty girl with a dress and fancy makeup some seats behind you, and you never thought that someone so handsome and irreal would sit by your side, but he did. 
You were kind of nervous because you were dressing quite simple, just beside a masterpiece that was worth one million dollars. Your school uniform consisted of a simple gray grid skirt, a blue sweater and a white shirt with some  white long socks and a pair of casual shoes, that was all you were using that time, so you didn’t expect to got that guy’s attention, and you didn’t. But when he took his phone off his pocket and was about to put his earphones on, you couldn’t help but stare the screen of his phone. You weren’t quite curious about his messages or his lockscreen or anything, but about the music that was playing, it was a band you love with your soul and of course that what was playing was your favourite song. He was perfect just by judging his looks, and also had a perfect taste with music. What wasn’t perfect, was that he caught you staring.
When you noticed his glance at you, you muttered some unintelligible words that not even you could understand, but finally you decided to say something, you didn’t want to look like a gossip, or like you were a stalker or something.
— I’m sorry. I just saw that you were listening to this band and I…—
He didn’t say anything. “Perfect, Y/N, you had ruined it” you though to yourself. He put one earphone on, the right one, the one that was closer to you. You didn’t know why you kept staring, you thought you were fucked and had ruined any thought you could have with him without feeling dumb, and that’s when the unexpected happened. He took one earphone and handed it to you, waiting for you to take it and put it in your ear. And so you did.

Of course you weren’t planning on meeting him the next week, and the next week, and the next week, when you discovered that he got out of work every tuesday at the same hour you got out of school. Everytime he sat right next to you, and you listened to his music together until he had to leave first.
The last time you met him in the bus by coincidence, he didn’t take out his phone nor earphones, but instead, he started a conversation with you. Of course it was unexpected and you didn’t know what to say at first, but within some minutes of an interesting conversation, you found a lot of basic things about him, and you also found that you two had a great chemistry. 

Days, weeks, months passed by and you never lost contact with him. He was all you wanted on a guy. He looked quite cold, or at least that’s what you thought the first times you saw him. When time started passing by, you saw that Yoongi was a great guy, he was the literal representation of a tsundere boy, and when he smiled, he just lighted up your world. He never let you fall, he was always there with you, although he wasn’t that good at expressing emotions with words, of course he did with actions. He invited you to his house even though he lived with 6 of his friends just because it was cold for you to walk all the way home, and when his friend was back with his car he drove you home. You texted everyday. Everyday he would say good morning, good afternoon, good night. Have you eaten? How are you today? What are your plans for today? Do you have a lot of homework? Rest well, okay? 
Yes, he wasn’t quite an expressive guy, but you could see much more that any other people could, you could see that behind his past, which you discovered with time, there was a boy that just wanted to be loved. He was happy with his friends and you, and it was all he needed.
You didn’t know when you started having feelings for him. Maybe the first time you started talking of intimate things, maybe the first time you heard him sing to you until you fell asleep, maybe when he felt insecure about his voice and you reconforted him, maybe when he teased you all day, maybe when he pretended to yell at you and you started laughing so hard that his angry self disappeared replaced by a perfect smile, or when you did dumb jokes or nonsense puns and he just stared at you like if he was going to kill you soon, maybe when he tried to teach you how to cook simple noodles and you both ended up messing your kitchen up, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter if at the end you could saw his gummy smile, and you didn’t care when you started having feelings for him, you just knew that you wasn’t planning on telling him. He was a few years older than you, and he had a life of his own, sure he had other things in mind, and although you know how love felt and this was way stronger than anything you’ve felt before, you just didn’t have the guts to do it. He was a sweet coincidence that just happened to walk to your life, and you didn’t want to ruin it, now even now, when you needed him the most.

Your anxiety about school and some other things was growing everyday, but today, it sure was alarming. Your stomach hurt like never before, but you had something on your throat that just wouldn’t let you swallow any type of food or drink, not even water, without feeling like you were going to throw up at any moment. You were playing with a lighter to help your anxiety, but even that didn’t help, so you threw it far away to some corner of your room.
Right now your family wasn’t home, which meant that you had all your home to yourself, which meant that you didn’t have to get out of your room and you could stay there being miserable all day. Or that’s what you thought. 
You sat on the bed, thinking about what caused your heart so much misery. You haven’t been talking that much with Yoongi lately because he was working on a project for his work or something that he mentioned, so that also didn’t help. 
All you could think was about him. Yes, school and your familly yelling at you caused you a lot of stress. Those stupid boys in school who thought it was funny to make fun of girls just because the way they look caused you a lot of stress too. Everything did, but right now, all you could think of was him. Yoongi, Yoongi Yoongi. That was everything that was on your mind. You loved him, he treated you like the great person he was, but you always thought that it was more of a brother love he had for you. You, of course, thought about hugging and kissing him all day, so you felt bad.
You were insecure about your looks, about the way everyone seemed to look at you. You were insecure even about your voice sometimes, or about the way you dressed, but everything was alright when Yoongi was there. Suddendly, it started to scare you, how much your insecurities could take you away from him. Making you think you were not good enough for him and that stuff, even when you two where just friends.
You were submerged on that sea of bad thoughts when you got a call, which you answered inmediately when you saw the contact’s name.
— Y/N?
Your heart trembled, you longed for his voice so much, and hearing it now, was just like a punch right in the feelings. Even so, you couldn’t feel much happiness, your heart was completely shattered by everything.
— Hello, Yoongi. What’s up?
You knew you sounded down, and even more when Yoongi asked what was wrong. You didn’t answer properly, saying that you were just tired, and at that moment, Yoongi hung up. 
You thought you screwed up. The thought was stuck in your head like an image of someone you hate naked, and you couldn’t take it off, until the bell rang.
When you saw Yoongi in the door, you inmediatelly let him in. You offered him a cup of coffe although you were too tired to even move without stumbling, but you would try, for him. He said no, of course he noticed your deplorable state. He noticed that these days you haven’t been sleeping nor eating properly, just doing homework to take those thoughts off your mind.
Yoongi and you sat in the couch in front of a big window that faced the street, in which the light of the sun behind the clouds reflected and gave a nice but gray touch to the house. And even more to your mood.
I came to see you, because I was worried about you. You seemed down. What’s the matter? 
His voice was even more perfect in real life, you fell in love with him again with every word.
— It’s nothing. School, things, you know, just that…
Yoongi knew by how good he knew you that you were lying. He could see it in your eyes, so he got closer to your face, making you blush instantly. When you back away from him, he understood everything. It wasn’t just school, it was other matters, and by experience, he could see that you’ve been struggling with this for a long time now.
Okay, if you’re not telling me, then I’ll make you. — He said, you tried to descrifrate his words, but you just couldn’t. Not until he stood up and gave you his hand, and you looked at him confusing. Within some seconds, you took his hand and stood up.

The park which Yoongi drove you to was really big and comfortable. It was cloudy, but you felt something shining inside you. Your heart was racing more than ever, it was such a romantic scenario, sadly, he didn’t feel the same way. Right?
Maybe it was the pills your were taking to overcome depression. Maybe that was what made your heart race so much, because that also was what took your sleep and healthy habits away, but you couldn’t stop taking them. That was all you knew. Yoongi never knew about this. You knew he wouldn’t judge, because he was very understanding, but you didn’t feel like he was going to care. You didn’t feel like anyone was going to care about you, and there you were, submerging in your sad thoughts again.
Yoongi sighed, waking you up from your daydream. He lowered his head, and glanced at you.
— If you don’t want to talk about it… Just tell me how I can help. — those words made your heart race even more, you felt like it was going to pop out at any moment.
 It’s nothing, Yoongi, I promise. It’s just… just… — 
Your voice was trembling, you were about to say something regretful.
— It just that you don’t trust me?  
Your heart broke in 1000 pieces, you felt like your tongue was twisting and the words just didn’t come out properly.
— No, no, absolutely no, it’s… I just…  —  You were decided to say it. Even if it made your heart clench, Yoongi trusted you a lot of things about his past, and the less you could do was tell him why you were acting this way.
Yoongi…  —  You breathed deeply.  — I’ve been struggling with this for years now, and usually, medication makes its work. But this time… the bullies, my family, school, it’s just too much. I haven’t been sleeping nor eating properly, and I know I lied to you, but I don’t want to make this more complicated. I also have a lot of mixed feelings and I just don’t know what to do… 
You broke, you started crying silently. Yoongi was staring at the horizont while he heard your words, but he heard your sobs after and he quickly turned all his attention to you. He just couldn’t stand seeing you cry, that was all he was sure about. It wasn’t  the first time he saw you cry, but the other times was because of specific things. He never really saw you breaking down, not even confessing something so intimate for you to him.
— Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t know… 
You didn’t stop sobbing, althought you felt guilty, you just wanted to hug him, but you weren’t that strong. Crying was taking all your will, so Yoongi hesitated a few moments and sighed before holding you tight.
He never really did that. Literally, he never did, never. It was the first time that you felt his touch so close to you. You knew it was hard for him, because he wasn’t that much of a touchy person,and he was bad with words, but when you broke down, that was all he could do to stop your suffering. Suddendly, you didn’t care about anything, and you hugged him tight, your tears suddendly stopped from coming out. That’s when Yoongi took your cheeks with his hands, facing you now, being able to admire a little cute smile in his face. You blushed instantly, being so close to him was something all new for you, since you never had that much closeness with him.
There was a word that was running in Yoongi’s head, “mixed feelings”. He wanted to know. Why did you feel that way? Was someone causing it to you? He hesitated, but not so much after he breathed deeply and asked.
 — Y/N… 
— Yes Yoongi?
— What do you mean by “mixed feelings”?

Your heart stopped for a second.You didn’t realize you said such a thing, not even in front of him. You were referring to him, but you broke down so hard you didn’t even realize what you were saying, it just came out. But you decided that it was the best to explain. At this point you were sure he didn’t have the same feelings for you, but you were so close, such good friends, you thought that, even if he rejected you, you could still see each other. You smiled at the thought, of course he was going to reject you, but you didn’t have to deal with it anymore. You were sure he wouldn’t stop treating you like you deserved.
I really don’t wanna say this. — You muttered, laughing awkwardly. Yoongi was sitting in his position from before again, of course the closeness didn’t last long.— But I know that this is the right thing to do and also it’s a way to relieve myself. — Your breathed in, deeply, looking for the words and then exhaled trying to calm yourself. — Yoongi, I’ll be direct. I don’t know what kind of feelings I’m having for you, because I never felt this way towards anyone. But everytime I’m near you, I feel my heart racing. Everything that happens in my life, I feel like I can overcome it if you are by my side. Could it be that I’m having romantic feelings? I’m pretty sure that’s the case. — 
There was an awkward silence the next few seconds that felt like hours, and so you sighed cheerfully, clapping your hands. — I feel much relieved now, thank you so much oppa. — 
Yoongi laughed at the words, again lowering his head, and you noticed a slight blush growing in his face. You knew he didn’t dare to look at you, but he was a reservated person, he sure didn’t expect that, even more because he was so insecure about himself, but you made him feel secure. You made him feel good, and that was what confused him.
—It’s confusing.—
He said, expecting an answer, but you just stared at him, and he stared back. He sighed and his beautiful smile erased from his face.
At first…  — You noticed that he was nervous, he wasn’t used to these things.  —  at first I saw you like a little sister. But then I stared back and compared it to the feelings I have towards my younger friends, whose are your age. They are like truly brothers and sisters to me… but I feel way different about you. With time I understood what I feel for you isn’t something I’ve felt before, and it feels so wrong for some reason, but I can’t help it. 
His voice was shaking, he muttered a lot and swallowed when he had the opportunity, it wasn’t that obvious but he was nervous. You could tell maybe because you payed attention to everything he did.
— Well, but I’m not that young… I’m finishing highschool, so I’ll be an adult soon.
He laughed at your inocence, and he stared at you, without knowing what to do. Suddendly, you felt afraid. Afraid of your insecurities, afraid that it would make him go away, now that you knew that he had feelings for you, which you didn’t expect at all, you were scared to death.
— I want to be by your side Yoongi, but I’m scared about myself… Would you be able to handle me? I know you need someone to cheer you up, and I’m scared that I’ll just bother you with my problems and—  He put his hand on your mouth before you stopped talking.
— I don’t care how much problems you have. You make me happy… and being in a relationship won’t change that. I never thought I was ready, because I felt that I needed to accomplish things before being in a relationship, but now I feel like I can do it by your side. And I promise you won’t bother me, I’ll make you happy even if it’s hard for me to express my feelings with words or actions, I’ll try harder for you. But please, stop saying nonsense.
You felt like you were going to cry, so you just stood up, specting him to follow what you did and so he did. You hugged him tight, barely letting him breathe, and he corresponded. 

Later that day it started raining, so Yoongi drove you home and stayed until it stopped. You both sat in the couch, hugging each other, and you quietly fell asleep in his arms.
You woke up after some hours and he wasn’t there anymore, you just felt something stuck to your forehead, and when you touched, you felt what was a sticky note. You laughed and cursed in your mind, reading what the sticky note said.
“I left instant noodles on the fridge, be careful and don’t burn anything up. Text me tomorrow when you wake up, and I’ll take you home to spend time together.
PS: Don’t expect cheesy things from me, today’s not repeating again.
PS2: Please be safe and sleep properly…
PS3: … I love you…”

You felt your heart popping out of your chest, and you just smiled, you were truly happy now, and you couldn’t expect less from someone so awesome like him.

first lady, two.

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content: kinda fluff, angst, mention of physical violence, high school!au, ice hockey!au and a considerable amount of cheese

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A couple of weeks after the whole incident, you kept on living your life as if nothing has happened. You couldn’t allow things to get any different if you wanted to proof that you were noone else’s first lady but yourself. But you kept your head up, acknowledging every move from your captain that seemed to be indifferent to the fact that even if you noticed things that easily slipped away from your sight, you were back to your old routine - being nothing but school and teammates.

His intentions were finally clear to you and his actions finally reasoned, but it didn’t mean you found yourself acting any different around him and that was your best play - on ice and out of it.

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5 Things to do before you start school

If you live on the other side of the world you may have gone back to school, going back to school or you are months away from school. Either way, there are many things you can do to prepare for school before it starts.

1. Organise your backpack, binder, and planner 

You want to be prepared and organised for school because it can truly affect your psychological and physical being. Clutter can overwhelm and make you feel disoriented.

When cleaning out your binder put all your previous tests in a separate folder or box and keep it safe because it can be used for references to what you will learn. In your binder only store important notes, handouts, homework and school papers. This way you will be up to date with your work and there is only recent and important things. 

For your planner decorate it to your style so that you want to check it often. Therefore you will want to write cute things and also put your planner on your desk so that you will write your homework right away. Organize and update it regularly so that you do not loose track of important events. For your backpack, you only need to clean it out, make sure it is not damaged and it will last the entire school year.

2. Exercise

If your school is gigantic like a maze, you might want to exercise because of carrying textbooks, notebooks, binders etc. if you do not get to carry a laptop or iPad. Either way, exercise will make you feel good about yourself, motivate yourself, boost your self-esteem and increase your productivity as if you are on top of your game.

3. Set your sleep cycle

If you learn anything in this post this is the most important thing EVER! You need to set a sleep cycle so that you will wake up on time on the first days of school. To find out when you need to sleep so that you will complete your sleep cycle and feel refreshed when you wake up use If you can’t fall asleep for some reason, read a book, take a hot shower or relax with a cup of tea. Set your sleep cycle at least a week before you start school.

4. Utilise school supplies around your house

Nowadays most people buy a copious amount of school supplies. In my opinion, it is better to just get the most important things such as notebooks for class and a binder because by saving money you can use that for food:);):D. I feel like buying new school supplies can add up and become expensive. If you have absolutely run out of pencils, have dry highlighters or do not have a geometry set for trigonometry then buy the supplies but if you want a fancy and expensive thing then just think how you will use it in school, for what purpose and if you already have the working product.

5. Go over your syllabus for the first semester

If you can access to your school syllabus then I would suggest to go over it and take notes on what you will learn. If you have any doubt then consult a teacher at school or consult your parents. This way you will be ahead and know what to expect and study for.

And there you go! these are in my opinion important things you need to know before you go back to school. I hope these are very helpful.

Kay I will see you guys later:)



She’s the one bro ~ Vol.3 The Maynard Brothers

I am really sorry about not updating, I had an exam and have been trying to get back into the school routine buttttt Mr. Jack Maynard poped up in my twitter notifications 😏 Twitter ~ @Beth_case {Do not own gif}

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It was a normal Wednesday night for you, you had been in meetings all day and wanted to order takeout and stay in bed watching The Flash.

Jack and Conor were down in Brighton visiting, you would have gone with them but you had meetings the entire week and felt that this time it should just be them. This week was the week both Maynard brothers were going to talk to Anna about the whole pregnant scare and Derek, you had persuaded them both not to do it last time you were all there due to it being Christmas.

You didn’t know when they were going to talk to her about it, you were hoping they would do it when their parents are not in the house. Both boys were bounded to get angry and Anna would be bond to be upset, all hell was going to go down in that house.

And oh how right you were.

Jack and Conor were sat in Anna’s room with her talking about things happening in their lives when Jack dropped the pregnant scare in.

“When were you going to tell us about you having a pregnancy scare?” Jack blurted out, while Conor cursed under his breath.

“Wh-what are you on about?” Anna stuttered, advoiding eye contact.

“Anna we know, you had a scare. I thought you were more responsible than this.” Conor said.

Anna looked up at the two seeing disappointment and hurt, “I can’t believe she told you. She promised!”

“She didn’t, I found the box.” Jack came quick to his girlfriend defensive.

“So she told you!” Anna replied back hurt in her own voice.

“No, she didn’t!” Jack’s voiced raised a little.

Conor glanced between the two, knowing it was going to get out of hand and he needed to stop it. “Guy’s that doesn’t matt-”

He was cut off by Anna shouting slightly, “Y/N told you! Who else were you going to ask about the box!”

“Fine!” Jack shouted back, “I asked her about the box because I thought she was finally pregnant!”  His voice going from a shout to a whisper, “I thought we were going to have a family of our own.”

Both Anna and Conor froze at his words before Conor stuttered something out, “Wh-what do you mean, finally?”

Jack sighed and shook his head indicating, they will talk later. “Look, never mind. Anna you need to tell us these things, we are your brothers.”

“I was scared; I knew Y/N would have done it without asking questions. You guys would ask a million of questions, then shouted at me or some shit.” Anna softly replied, chuckling at the end.

“We are your brothers, it’s what we do. We ask millions of questions, shout at you because we care. You’re Our baby sister, we are meant to protect you.” Conor said, Jack nodding his head along.

“We can’t do that, if you don’t tell us.” Jack added on, pulling Anna into a hug.

“I promise, I will from now on.” Anna smiled, pulling Conor into their hug. It was silent for a while before Anna spoke up again, “So…. What did you mean earlier?”

Jack pulled away from the hug smiling sadly at his two siblings, “Nothing to worry about. Now we are done here, I have a girlfriend to call.”

He walked out the room quickly, leaving worried siblings behind him. Sighing he walked into his room and turned his laptop on ready to skype you, as he clicked your name he thought about what he said back there.

You were lying in bed, eating pizza when your laptop started ringing, looking other you smiled seeing your boyfriends name. Accepting the calling, you pulled your laptop onto your lap.

“Hey baby.” Jack smiled seeing your face pop up, you looked at him and noticed something was bothering him but you knew he wasn’t going to say anything.

Holding a finger up, you swallowed your pizza before answering, “What’s up buttercup?”


“You look like something is bothering you, wanna tell me what it is?” You smiled, grabbing another slice of pizza.

Jack sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Remember that talk we had about the future and children? Well I was thinking, are you ready for that?”

Jack watched as you choked a bit on your pizza laughing softly, “For children?” You asked, while he nodded. “Babe, I’ve been ready since you asked if it was my pregnancy stick.”

“What? Really?”


“So if I said, when I get back we should start a family what would you say?” Jack said smiling at you, even though he was bubbling up in nerves inside.

“I’d say, Let’s make a family Maynard.”

Brother Licks Little Sister

I read a story on Literotica which reminded me a lot of what happened between my sister and me about eight years ago. I must add that she is happily married now and that nothing of this sort has happened in about seven years. I had forgotten all about it until I read that story.

First, let me introduce myself: I am an Indian guy, 31 years old now, I am about 6 feet tall, 160 lbs, with short dark hair. I won’t go into the background about where I am from in India since that is irrelevant here. Almost all Indian people are the same when it comes to having strict family values and even talking about sex with your sibs or parents is considered a crime worthy of social abandonment. It is the taboo that makes sex so appealing and you almost feel like you are playing with fire when you even fantasize about sex and your sister happens to be a part of your fantasy.

The lord knows I have fantasized about every inch of her body and grown up jerking off to mentally crafted images of her ever since she hit puberty and ever since I noticed the little mounds on her chest develop into B-sized lobes of love. Ever since I saw a brand new women’s razor appear in the bathroom, I knew the little angel had sprouted into one fine woman! She shaved. And something told me she shaved more than just her armpits. My sister is four years younger than I am. She is not particularly hot but she is cute nonetheless. She is petite, about 5 feet 2, about 95 pounds, with nice, supple B cup breasts with large dark brown nipples and a shapely body, and an ass so big, it is worthy of a grand prize, considering she is an Indian girl and no offense, but Indian girls aren’t exactly blessed with black genes when it comes to butts. My apologies to all Indian female readers but I am sure even you guys would agree.

As I mentioned, this stuff is from about 8 years ago. We had recently come to the United States with our mom and dad and had started school together. We used to live in Boston then, since my father is a professor and he had been recently granted professorship at Tufts, which is a just outside of Boston, in Amherst. He is a smart man, very intelligent and qualified but he barely made any money for us to get by. When he got a chance to move to the United States, he brought us all with him and being a traditional Indian family, we all lived together at home. The first apartment that had been allotted to us by his university was a two bedroom hole in the wall, with no living room and a half-ass kitchen. The bathroom was the size of an airplane toilet and almost every wall in the apartment had at least a million cracks. Even the wooden floors made squeaky noises when you walked on them, and if you walked with reckless abandon, stomping your feet like my sister, you would start praying that the floor doesn’t collapse and you don’t end up in the bathroom of the person living underneath you! Needless to say the apartment had no air-conditioning, no sound or water proofing and the locks on bedroom doors served more of a decorative purpose than actual locking or protection. My mom and dad took one bedroom and my sister was given the other. I ended up on the couch in the tiny living room. However, I was allowed to leave my clothes and my stuff in my sister’s bedroom.

Sorry for the long intro. As I said, the apartment was so small, you could hear almost everything going on in any other corner of the house. Mom and dad used to work and my sister and I went to school. I used to get home early since I was in college and she was still in high school. I knew her routine by heart. A sex-starved young man, new in this country with little knowledge of English, I was stuck with her: the only girl who existed in my life at that time, my sister Nisha. She used to come home every day and went straight to her room. This is when the fun started to kick in.

I could hear her take off her shirt first. The movement of the clothes was clearly audible in the living room which was right next to her bedroom. Then she took off her pants. I would just picture her unbuttoning, unzipping, and then wriggling out of her tight jeans, undressing in front of the mirror. She would step out of one leg, then the other. I knew now she was standing only in her bra and panties. This is when my hand started to creep towards my crotch. I could then hear her reach around her back and unhook her bra. She took it off and then went for her panties. The panties used to just roll off her ass easily as I didn’t hear any sound but I could tell that she was lifting her one leg and out, and then the other side came out. Now I knew she was standing there, buck naked in front of the mirror, only about 4 feet away from me, but in the other room. So close but oh so far! Then she used to put on her Indian clothes at home. First she got hold of a clean bra, then she put her shalwar (loose bottoms) on, and then the shirt. Indian girls usually don’t wear panties at home. The shalwars are very loose and the long shirts usually reach way below their butts, so you cannot really tell the shape. Anyway, this used to be my routine everyday: wait for her to get home, listen to her rip her clothes off that warm, young, supple and vibrant body, and I used to just lay on the couch, with my hands in my pants. Then I used to get up and just walk to the bathroom and finish it off.

The incidents I am about to describe started happening about a couple of months after I had gotten used to get myself off from the sounds of her changing her clothes. Several incidents before that led up to me ending up in bed with my sister, with her legs closed together, trying to stop my cock from entering her doorway to heaven, half resisting and half allowing me, saying “No bhayya, no” but meaning “Yes bhayya yes, fuck me as hard as you can, for as long as you can.”

One day she came home from school and went to her room as usual. I was on the couch, pretending to watch TV. I used to keep the volume low so she didn’t notice the drop off in volume when I muted it while trying to listen to her change. As the norm was, she went in, took off her top, then her pants, then her bra and then the panties came rolling off. Usually she would just pick up another bra and continue to dress up but that didn’t happen on this day. After her panties came off, there was a pause. I was just waiting for her to put a new bra on but no. I had muted the TV, listening intently. This time, I heard her walk. Then I heard her sit on the bed. She was in her room, naked from head to toe, and instead of putting clothes on, she was laying on her bed. The bed creaked, and I could hear her stretch out. I do not know what she did on the bed. But she laid there for about 15 minutes, then got up and put her clothes on. “She must be really exhausted and maybe was trying to relieve some stress”, I thought to myself. This became the daily routine, however. She used to always get naked and then relax on her for a little while.

The routine changed then. One day about 5 minutes after she had retreated to her bed, naked, with nothing on, ‘relaxing’ as I had thought, I heard her bed move. I heard the sort of creaks that you hear when someone changes sides on an old bed while sleeping. But the creaks weren’t intermittent. This was constant shaking. The bed continued to shake, in a slow rhythmic motion at first and then fast. Then a little faster, and then so fast I had no doubt in my mind what she was doing. She was masturbating! My little sister, about 4 feet away from me, albeit on the other side of the wall, lying there buck naked on her bed, fingering her pussy violently. Her virgin pussy, which I am sure no foreign hands had touched… she was rubbing it and manipulating it and doing whatever she wanted to it… This continued for about 20 minutes and then silence! I found my hands inside my pants moving faster as the noises from her bed grew louder. She figured I had the TV on and I probably couldn’t hear her, but little did she know. She finished herself off, got up, got dressed and then came out of the room looking normal.

Her masturbation had become a daily routine now. Except that she took a three to four day break in the first week. She might have been on her period, I don’t know. But then she started doing it daily, with everyday being louder and more violent than the previous.

I was becoming restless like a dog in heat. What would you feel if a hot young girl is getting herself off in the next room and you could hear her shaking on the bed, and you could even hear her moan if she gets too excited! I had to do something. I had to see this. But what if… what if she gets mad? What would she think of me? But no… I had heard and waited long enough.

On a warm summer day she came back from school and went straight to her room. She did her routine and then climbed her bed to masturbate. Then the bed started to shake. First slow, then faster and then violently. Now was my time. I got up, mustered up the courage and just stormed into her room screaming “Nisha, are you ok?? What’s the noise?” And boom!

There she lay, in all her glory. Alone in her nekkidness. Young and warm and pure and juicy. Not a single piece of cloth on her body. Her left hand on her boob, holding the right one. Her legs open wide, her middle finger in her pussy, moving in and moving out when I walked in. She was stunned. She yelled “you fuck! What the fuck!”, and then rolled off the bed as fast as she could onto the other side, and then tried to hide behind the bed. “Were you having a seizure?”, playing innocent.

“No bhai (brother in Hindi), I am fine. You just go”

“But what was the noise? I thought either someone had climbed the window and was trying to attack you or you were having a seizure!”

“Bhai, NO! I am fine, you just go. Don’t look, I don’t have shit on!”, she screamed. She was now covering her exposed chest with her hands and her lower body was almost under the bed. She had pulled the bed covers over her by now.

“OK, if you say so, and don’t worry, it doesn’t matter, I didn’t see anything”, I said sheepishly and walked out.

I knew that she knew and she knew that I knew what had happened. She got dressed and came out.

“Suno bhai,”, she said. (listen, bro).

I did not look at her at first when I heard her coming out of her room. I was sitting on the couch and she was standing near the coffee table. I was pretending to watch TV but I turned and looked at her when she called my name.

I was half aroused from looking at my sister naked and spread eagle on her bed, and half ashamed at myself. It was true that I had lusted after every inch of her body every single day, and just wanted to lick every part of it, but the feeling of guilt from walking in on my own sister on purpose was just too much. The guilt was getting in the way of my horniness. My dick wanted to go up but was still flaccid inside my pants. I just wanted to go into the bathroom and jerk it off dry, but first I had to confront Nisha. So she began:

“Bhai (brother) you knew I was alone in the room and you still walked in”, she said in a low voice.

“But I thought you were in trouble…”

“Oh come on!” she scoffed, “I know you could hear me outside. Did you really think I was in trouble? You knew what I was doing. I live in this dump too. I know you could probably hear me from the fucking kitchen! ”

“What?” I was half surprised and half confused. “Could she be saying what she is saying now?” I thought.

I gasped: “But then why…”

“Well, what the hell am I supposed to do genius? I could hear your hands squirming inside your pants clearer than you could hear my bed shaking, I know what you have been up to, did I ever say a thing? No! And I thought you would give me my space too!”

“Nisha, I … I…” I was looking down, “I didn’t know what you were doing at first, but then when you moaned, I couldn’t resist.” I was in confession mode now.

“Whatever… I will tell Mom.” She said decidedly and I could see my humiliation approaching fast.

“I will tell them you walked in on me while I was changing, on purpose!” She continued.

“I will tell them what you were doing not changing! ok?” I fired back.

“Oh yeah?” She laughed. “And exactly how do you plan on phrasing that to Mom, Big Bro?”

“Well, I will tell them you were touching… yourself… down there”, I stuttered.

“You mean I was touching my pussy. And rubbing it too. Don’t forget that”, She added matter-of-factly, nodding her head up and down, “Imagine telling Mom : Mom Nisha was rubbing her pussy…”

I was shocked at her boldness.


“Yes and also tell them you saw the sheet was wet cuz my pussy juice was all over it”. She was laughing now. And she was staring straight into my eyes.

Was she going crazy?

“Nisha stop playing mind games,” I said loudly.

“Well, if you didn’t mind me playing my physical games so much, maybe I wouldn’t have to play these mind games with you!” She had a sarcastic smile on her face. “So go ahead, tell Mom… call her now!”

“She will have dad cut your dick off you fucking pervert”. She continued. She was literally giggling now.

This was the first time in our lives we had talked in this kind of language. Heck, this was the first time we had even discussed our personal lives with each other, let alone using words like pussy and dick. I wondered how my 18 year old virgin sister had learned these words in school so quickly, and where.

“OK I won’t tell Mom, but why would you tell her I walked in?” I sounded like I was pleading and God knows I was getting ready to do just that.

I was cursing myself for thinking with my dick instead of my head! I was saying all sorts of prayers and was seriously planning on getting a life if I just got out of this mess with my sister. I promised myself I would get a job and never ever think about my sister again! Heck, even if I had nothing to do, I would never even stay home while she was there! But I had to diffuse the situation which was at hand right now.

“Look Nisha, we both knew what we were doing, so let’s just forget it, OK?” I pleaded. “I am sorry I thought like that and will never think like that again about you, let alone seeing you like that…”

“Bhai”, she looked straight at my face. Her smile had vanished.

“Tum ne mujhe dekh liya uss tarah”, she said, in a very low tone, looking at me straight in the eyes. (You saw me like that)

“Haan (yes) Nisha, Sorry, I swear I am…” I couldn’t complete the sentence before she cut me off:

“Ab tum jab bhi dekho gey aisee hi socho gey na? Ke mein kaisee lag rahi thi nangi?” (Now whenever you see me you would imagine what I look like naked, am I right?) She was looking down now.

“No! No no. Past is past. Kabhi nahi (never agan)” I said in a firm voice.

“Jhoot. Aur tum ne to sab kuch hi dekh liya!” (liar, you saw everything)

“Nahi Nisha…” (no)

“Meri tangein bhi spread theein, khula view tha! Tum ne neechay bhi dekh liya…….. Ab mein kiya karuun” (my legs were open too, you had a clean view, and you saw everything down there too, oh my! What would I do now!)

“No I didn’t! Your hand was covering…”

She picked up a magazine from the side table and threw it at me before I finished the sentence… But I continued as I dodged the flying object.

“Nisha so what? You are my sister, and besides…. Probably Mom and Dad did it too when they were young! I am sure they did, and I do it just as much, sometimes twice a day” I replied. I was trying to be calm now. I really wanted to soothe her and rid her of the agony she was in. “Yes I really do!”

“You have no shame Bhai!,” she said, looking down.

“Nisha, it is natural and you are human, and I am human, right? And don’t tell me your friends don’t do it!”

“I don’t talk about it with them,” she said quietly.

“Well, ask them. I am pretty sure they do it twice a day too and you are feeling bad for no reason.”

“You are hung up on twice, what’s there to get out of it anyway! God I feel like a loser!” she was looking down again.

“Nisha, Nisha… You are so cute, why do you feel this way! I told you it is totally natural, and your friends do it too.”

“Yeah but their brothers don’t walk in on them!” She fired back.

“Then maybe your friends are ugly and their brothers are not attracted to them!”

There. I had said it, admitted my lust after her indirectly.

“What the hell?” She laughed! “Why are you attracted to your sister? And what’s there in me anyway. You are just… horny, Bhai”

She laughed! It looked like the topic was changing to masturbation rather than my supposedly hideous act of seeing her naked, and I was all for that! And subconsciously I had managed to change the topic to her looks and flattered her by saying she was cute. Flattery always works like a charm. I smiled inside.

“I guess I AM horny if I do it twice day!!” I laughed too. She was looking up now, straight at me.

“But why,” it sounded like a genuine question.

“Cuz it feels good, why else? It relieves stress. And it’s so soothing,” I replied, “Why do you do it?” I asked.

“It relieves stress? What are you talking about? It’s so stressful and I feel so tired after this, what do you think?” she ignored my question.

“So listen…” I said. I had my own agenda in mind. My dick was throbbing right now and I was making a conscious effort to crouch up my knees on the couch so she didn’t notice the bulge in my pants, although I did ultimately want her to see it, and do things to it of course.

“You heard me. Right Nisha? You are very cute and don’t ever say that you are a loser for doing something natural.” I said forcefully.

“Yeah I guess you are right Bhai, but you could have said it without having to walk in on me,” she breathed almost a sigh and then sat down on the couch with me, on the other end. I turned around on the seat so I could face her properly.

“Nisha I am sorry… It’s just that I couldn’t control myself and the thought of you… there… was …”

“Well what are you gonna do now that you saw me there? Were you turned on?” She asked.

“Yes I was turned on, of course… I mean, you looked like an angel”

“You perv!” She laughed.

“No seriously. I have to go do it myself now.” I said.

“So you are attracted to me,” She continued.

“You look beautiful, Nisha”

“So you are gonna go and jerk off now thinking about me?” She was smiling, “You know Bhai, that’s a very good complimnent. Cuz you know you are pretty cute yourself, and coming from you, I feel flattered. So you always think about me when you do it?” She asked.

“Sometimes,” I replied sheepishly.

“And what sort of things do you think you are doing to me when you think about me?” she continued her questions.

“Just you rubbing it down there and just thought of you naked is enough”

“Rubbing it here?” She said with a wicked smile and touched her crotch.

I gasped, but I regained my control and said:

“Yes Nisha.”

“And then you touch yourself here?”

She was sitting right next to me anyway, and she just reached over and grabbed my hard bulge which was poking out as I was talking to her. I gasped again. She grabbed it and squeezed it. And then she giggled:

“You are so hard! Does it always get this hard?” She asked, “I have never touched one before.” She was still holding it from outside my pants, and touching the base trying to gauge the length of it.

“Yes. The hornier I am the harder it is. And longer,” I laughed shyly.

She laughed too.

“Well…” She said in a long tone.

And then there was a pause. She kept staring at my eyes.

“You have seen me Bhai, now I want to see yours and see how hard it is.”

I laughed and said “Ok, go ahead, it’s pretty hard”.

She kept stroking it from outside the pants, and then slowly lifted my t-shirt up out of the way. Then she reached up and unbuttoned my pants. The zipper was loose so the pants went down a little. She opened the zipper all the way and my dick was now only hidden by my boxers.

Suddenly, I gave it a little jolt and the wet head of my dick peeked through the slit of my boxers…

“Ahhh. What the..” She jumped away, laughing and giggling.

“Oh my God Bhai, aap ne to dara hi diya tha mujhe ke yeh kiya hai kala kala”, “oh my God you scared me how that dark thing just popped out of the fly!).

She was literally holding her stomach she was laughing so hard. But then she stopped and said:

“Ok ok ok lemme calm down. And lemme see it,” saying that, she moved closer to me again and reached for my crotch. While she was laughing, I had just laid back with my arms raised above my shoulders and my prick sticking out of my boxers. It was a funny sight. But I was aroused by the fact the girl I had lusted after for so many years, albeit she was my sister, was about to touch it. Just this thought was enough to make my dick just burst out with cum.

She went ahead and grabbed the boxers and slid them down a little. I picked up my butt and slid up on the couch a little more so she could slide my pants and boxers down completely. She took them off as I lifted my legs up. I was now naked from the waist down, with my bare ass cheeks on the hard couch surface. But I didn’t mind one bit. I couldn’t believe I was exposed to my sister who I had longed for all my life.

She was now looking at my dick intently. She hadn’t touched it ever since it came out of the boxers. I guess she was a little taken back by the sight of a live cock in front of her. She was a virgin after all, and I was pretty sure this was the first one she had seen. She kept staring at it for about 30 seconds, then looked at my eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

“Mein iss ko haath lagaoon gi to kiya ho ga?” (what would happen if I touch it?)

I laughed : “Kiya hoga? Kuch nahi ho ga. Lagao haath”. (What can happen? Nothing at all. Touch it.”

Seeing me smile, she felt a little embarrassed. She thought I was making fun of her and probably wanted to show me she wasn’t scared. So she inched closer to me on the couch and then touched the tip. My cock sprang again but this time she was ready and wasn’t startled. She giggled a little though.

“The tip is so soft,” she giggled and then gave it a little twist with her two fingers.

“Ouch!! Aray aray aray!!!!!” I yelled. (ouch! Whoa whoa whoa), “Nisha it hurts!!! Araam se!” (Slowly)

She giggled again and touched the tip softly this time. Then she grabbed it with her hand and started moving her grip up and down the shaft. She was fascinated by the foreskin moving back and forth and how the tip kept moving up and down. I am not circumcised but I don’t have a lot of foreskin. The tip is half visible. Her soft hands were the greatest thing my dick had ever experienced. Her touch was amazingly sensual. She was just exploring it but little did she know that she was jerking me off. She kept moving her hand up and down, fascinated by the big acorn shaped tip of my dick. I was fully aroused and was ready to burst. And I did.

My whole body jerked a little, my cock stiffened, and just about when she realized that it had hardened and was going to ask me why, I came. And cum, I did! It just zoomed out from under the foreskin, splattering in all directions. This was some powerful and multi-directional cum. Even though she was sitting next to me and not in front of me, she got quite a big load on her chest. She screamed and moved away a notch, saying “Oh my God! Shit! What the fuck is this?”

I was just sitting back and moaning. My cock was still hard and cum was all over its sides.

“Yo Bhai, what the fuck man!” she giggled.

“Sorry Nisha I came too fast,” I smiled.

“Wow that’s a lotta cum, and look what you did to me.”

I looked up and could see cum all over her chest, right above her tits. She didn’t get any on her shirt but her shirt was pretty low cut and she was pointing to the area right above her tits.

She was now feeling the cum between her fingers.

“It looks like liquid glue,” she continued to make her funny comparisons.

“Yeah!” I laughed too.

“Girls don’t cum like that you know,” she was trying to educate me now.

I played along. My cock was still sprung open by the way, and she was still feeling and smelling the cum on her fingers.

“Oh really? So how do they cum?” I asked matter-of-factly.

“It’s much less of a mess,” she smiled, “But our warnings are much stronger! You didn’t even like… shriek or anything”

I laughed: “I wanted to surprise you”

“Yeah now look what you did to me, this shit is all over me, now I gotta shower all over again”

“Your touch was so soft and pleasurable Nisha, what could I have done? I am so jealous of you. You do it with your soft fingers and here I am, stuck with my big ass hands.”

“I wasn’t trying to make you feel good! Don’t feel too happy, ok?” She laughed. “But you enjoyed it?”

“Why else do you think I came so hard? I haven’t cum this hard in my life!” I stressed my point.

“Well, I am glad I could help Bhai. Now will you help me clean this off?”

“Sure.” I got up. I was still naked from the waist down and my cock was still hard. I was now standing with my cock pointed straight at her face, since she was still sitting down.

She laughed, “Put your friend down.”

“I can’t! I am still hard!”

She giggled, then got up, got a grip on my cock and pulled it towards her.

“Ok come and help me clean up.”

It was a funny sight. I was now walking behind her and she was holding me by my dick. I guess she really liked the feel of it.

She walked ahead, I followed and we entered her bedroom.

“Help me take my shirt off but make sure it doesn’t get dirty”, she instructed and turned around.

“OK”, I said. I moved up and was now standing behind her. I made sure I was close enough to her and now my cock was poking her jeans covered ass crack. By now we both had subliminally decided that we were comfortable with each other being naked. I had already seen her naked, she had already jerked me off, well… kind of. And by now, all taboos had disappeared.

I unzipped the back of her shirt and let it fall down. It was one of the long shirts Indian girls wear. Her back was open now and I could see her black bra strap. I moved my hands towards the front of her body, and pulled her shirt down. I brushed her boobs while doing this and made sure than the cum on her chest didn’t touch the shirt material. She helped me pull the shirt down and stepped out of it. She was only wearing her jeans now.

I then moved around her and was now facing her. She was just standing there in her bra, staring at me. I grabbed a tissue. She didn’t move a bit. I moved closer and wiped the cum off her chest. I was so close to her that my naked hard cock was now poking her pussy from outside the jeans. I kept ‘cleaning’ her chest, moving my fingers up and down and around, touching her cleavage, touching her neck, then I ventured down under her bra, and pretended to ‘clean’ it. I had now dropped the tissue and was caressing her boobs from outside the bra. She broke the silence and teased:

“The bra was clean, it was inside the shirt, remember,” she laughed.

I stopped immediately and dropped my hand, and just stared into her eyes. She smiled, took my hand and put it back on her chest.

This was a signal! I played with her tits for a while, then just threw her onto the bed. I was now on top of her. She was laughing and giggling. I then looked in her eyes and locked my lips onto hers, all the while playing with her tits. She kissed back violently, and our tongues were now wrestling inside our mouths. I moved my hands under her back and unhooked her bra. I was now sliding her bra from under her back and as soon as it came off completely, I pulled back from kissing, and stood up on my hands above her.

I was now staring at her B sized mounds of love with her erect nipples looking back at me. I had heard these beautiful organs call out my name ever since I had noticed her wearing a bra for the first time. I knew I would just hug them and suck them and caress them as much as I can the first chance I got. Now I had that chance and it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

She said: “What happened?”

“Nisha, you are beautiful”

“Pagal” she laughed (you are crazy!)

Then she pulled me towards her and planted her lips on mine and shoved her tongue in my throat. She wanted me! I kissed her back and my hands were now all over her tits. Her large brown nipples were now fully moist and erect. I moved down and licked them.

“MMM… salty.”

She laughed. I took my fingers and poked her nipples inside her boobs, she moaned slightly. They looked like large buttons. Only they were soft, brown and wet. My dick was oozing pre-cum and it was now all over her jeans and a little bit on her cute tummy.

“Bhai my pants are getting dirty!”

“Oh sorry, lemme just… clean up, ok?” I said and moved up a little, away from her. Then I reached over the bed, grabbed another tissue and wiped her tummy. Then I moved down and now I was ‘wiping’ her crotch.

“Bhai you are the silliest,” she laughed and lifted up her ass. She then rolled down her jeans to her knees and I could see her black panties now.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” She laughed again.

I was just staring at her panties now. Her black low rise lace panties were hugging her pussy. I could smell the smell of heaven.

I smiled and mockingly started to clean her panties with the tissue. She cracked up with laughter.

“Bhai you are too much!”

While ‘cleaning’, I was now cupping her from the bottom and could feel the heat outside the panties. I rolled my fingers around the edges and slowly moved inside. Then I poked her clit from the outside.

“A woman’s pussy is the doorway to heaven,” I muttered the movie dialog. She cracked up in laughter again. I looked up into her eyes again and slowly my hands moved towards the top of her panties. She knew that I wanted to see her pussy and I knew she wanted to show it to me.

“Go ahead, you have seen it already”

“No I didn’t Nisha, your hand was covering it when I walked in”, I stuck to my story.

“Liar”, she smiled as she titled up her butt and removed her panties. I saw them roll down in slow motion. First the pubic hair peeked out, a thin bush leading up to her heavenly clit. Then the clit peeked up, all swollen and red and beating up and down like her heart was. She was so small I could hear her heart beat from near her pussy. She was rolling her panties off her legs now as I moved back a little. Then I moved forward and touched the opening.

“Look familiar?” She laughed through her heavy breathing.

It was moist, and hot and extremely soft. I caressed it sensually and rubbed my finger up and down. She was moaning now and her breathing had gotten faster. I was moving my hands all over it, through the soft thin pubic hair and all over the clit. I then moved up and started to kiss her again, rubbing her boobs gently and moving my cock all over her pussy. My pre-cum was all over it and we were just violently making out. I moved my fingers all over her body and caressed her tits.

This went on for a little while. Then I decided I will finally try and fulfill my fetish. I stopped kissing and moved down towards her pussy. I just had to lick the fresh, untouched cunt of hers. It just called my name as it huffed and puffed up and down.

She gasped as I slowly moved my tongue through her cleavage, then over her stomach and down towards her clit and licked her pubic hair.

“Bhai, eww, what the fuck?”

“Nisha I want to lick it, you are an angel!”

“Pagal ho gaye ho kiya?” (have you lost your mind?)

Oral sex is extremely taboo in Indian culture. I think she knew about that. Besides, this being her first sexual experience, she didn’t know what to do and what to make of my actions. Besides, I didn’t want to bone her and get her pregnant either. The only way for me to pleasure her was to go down on her and lick her dry.

“Nisha, just sit back and relax! Ok?” I said forcefully and headed downwards.

I moved my tongue all around her pussy sides, tasting her delicious pre-cum as it oozed out in droves, responding to the movements of my tongue. I was licking every little millimeter, my mouth firmly planted on the clit, and my tongue moving inside of it. Her “oohs and aaaahs” had become louder as I lapped up and down her pussy like a cat drinking milk. I could have sworn if mom and dad were even at the front door, they would have heard us here from there. I just threw that thought out of my mind and focused on the job at hand.

She was getting comfortable with my tongue now and her pussy and my tongue were moving in a rhythm. I moved behind and licked her asshole clean. She was moaning much loudly now but I didn’t slow down. I wanted her to have the time of her life and I wanted her to know how much her bhai loved her and how long he had lusted after her. I also wanted her to enjoy this so she came back to me and realize that what a man’s tongue can provide, her fingers couldn’t replicate. Slowly she began to get tense.

I knew her orgasm was near. I continued to lap at her delicious pussy. Her moans had turned into yells. My tongue was an about half and inch inside her pussy now and I was twirling it around. Her pussy was so tight, that even though she had her legs fully parted, I was having a hard time taking my tongue further inside. I grabbed her tits and played with her nipples. I was half off the bed and half on it. She shook violently, parted her legs even farther, her pussy jerked up and then she let out a huge shriek.

“Oh shit! Zor se!!!!!!!” (faster)

I took my finger and pushed her cunt up a bit so I could dig my tongue inside her clit even further.

“Chod do bhai apni behen ko!” (fuck your sister harder!)

She continued to tense up and talk dirty.

“Hai mein mar gayee… oooooooohhhhh!” (oh you are killing me!)

I continued to lap at her pussy and twirl my tongue around inside her clit. I was now fingering her asshole and I could sense her time was near.

“Oooiiiii ahhhhhhhhhhh, chod do mujhe, hayyyy meri phudy!” (fuck me, fuck my pussy!)

And then she came. Her red hot pussy curved up, took a huge jerk and just exploded onto my face. Her delicious cum just burst out and hit my mouth as I took it in. I then got up and kissed her lips violently, letting her taste her own cum. She licked around her lips.

“Oh shit , oh man!” She panted as she continued to jerk.

“This is the hardest I have cum in my life bhai!” she was still short of breath, “you are amazing! Meri phuddy itni zor se bahar ko aye ke kiya battaoon, dekho kitni laal ho gayee!” she giggled. (I came so forcefully! Look my pussy is all red!)

I crept up and hugged her naked body tight. We lay there for a while, kissing and cuddling.

“Kaisa taste tha?” She asked. (how did I taste?)

“Buhat acha… It was delicious!” I replied.

“Aise phuddy ko choostay bhi hain larkay? Waise mujhe maza buhat aya”. (guys lick girls’ pussies like that? I enjoyed it a lot though)

“Haan aur kiya. Aur larkian bhi lun choosti hain larkon ke!” (of course, and girls suck guys dicks too)

“chi chi chi”, she laughed jokingly. (eww!) “Aaj aap ne mujhe buhat kuch sikha diya Bhai!!” (you taught me a lot today)

“Nisha I love you,” I murmured.

“I love you too bhai”. She said.

I planned in my head. Next stop: fucking her tender juicy pussy that I had just licked. And I had a feeling she won’t say no.

Ever since I went down on her, my little sister Nisha and I had become quite open with each other but an opportunity to further our fun never presented itself. I always envisioned her naked and she probably thought about my cock too but we never really got it on. She got busy with school, I found a job and somehow, our schedules never matched. Hard to believe but we never even touched each other after that for about a couple of months. We never found time alone and mom and dad or somebody else was always there.

Even if we found a short amount of time alone, I didn’t want to pressurize her into doing anything really quick. First, I didn’t know if she would be willing to do it, and then I didn’t want to get caught either. She hadn’t given me any signals and I was kind of getting worried. One day, however, all my worries were quelled.

It was her birthday. We were throwing a little party for her and all her friends and some of our relatives were invited. As Indian girls do, she was planning to dress up for the occasion in a traditional manner. All of her friends were going to wear Indian clothes and get made up in a traditional style. Indian make-up includes Henna tattoos as an essential element.

To understand what happened this day between me and her, it is really important to understand the concept of Henna tattoos.

For those of you not familiar with Henna tattoos, I will explain a bit. Henna tattoos are temporary decorations done on the body with a natural paste made with leaves from a special kind of tree. The designs are usually made on the hands and feet. After the wet paste is applied to the body, it takes about 4 or 5 hours for it to dry and then it peels off by itself, leaving behind beautiful traditional designs on the body. During these 4-5 hours, girls usually either go to sleep or relax somewhere since they don’t want the paste to be moved and the designs to get ruined. If they need to go to the bathroom, they either go and reapply the paste if it was moved, and if they don’t want to take that chance, they just don’t go! They cannot touch anything or wash their hands.

So she and her friends decided to get these tattoos done on their bodies. They all went to their favorite beauty salon and got the paste applied to their hands, arms and feet. Nisha came home around 2 o clock in the afternoon with Henna on her arms. She was getting very agitated since she wasn’t able to use her hands and feet too much and it was afternoon so she couldn’t really go to sleep either. Every time she had to go to the bathroom, she was taking mom with her who would slide down her shalwar (lose Indian pajamas), look the other way while she peed and then helped her put it back on. Needless to say poor Nisha couldn’t defecate while the wet Henna was on her hands. I was getting aroused just by the thought of mom undressing Nisha and seeing her grown daughter naked. Nisha and mom of course did not have any of these thoughts in mind since they were just following a routine.

It was about 4 hours left in the party and the set up was almost complete. It was then, that my luck struck gold!

Mom and dad suddenly realized that they had forgotten to get fresh roses for the party, which they would use to hang on walls and put on the tables, and even shower the birthday girl (my sis Nisha) with rose petals in a traditional Indian manner. They asked me to drive to downtown Boston to get roses but I was busy decorating the walls, and I also had to wait for the catering people to arrive and arrange the food. Mom wanted dad to go buy the roses but she was afraid he would get dry ones and might even pay too much. Without thinking anything, I suggested that they both go and get the roses, while I decorated the house and waited for the food caterers. Nisha obviously couldn’t do anything since she had Henna on her hands and was waiting for it to dry so the prints came out as dark and clear as possible. Mom and dad took my advice and left to get the roses.

Nisha was watching TV in the living room and I was cleaning up and putting the decorations on the walls. As horny as I was being alone in her presence, I knew she had the Henna on her hands and was in no mood to touch anything, let alone make sexual contact! We were just making small talk as she hung around and I was busy doing my stuff, when she suddenly said:

“Bhai I have to use the bathroom”

“Then go use it,” I said without thinking.

“Um.. Hello! I have this mehndi (another name for Henna) on my hands.” She said.

“So?” I pretended as if I didn’t understand.

“If I touch anything, the Henna will move and the design will be ruined,” she explained.

“Nisha then can’t you just wash the Henna off? It’s been so long, the design is dark enough I think.”

“No way bhai. There is still a couple of hours left till I wash it off or it dries by itself.” She said.

“Oh ok, but then how will you go use the bathroom?” I asked matter-of-factly.

“Bhai, can you please help me go?” She dropped the bomb!

I knew she loved it when I had licked her pussy but she hadn’t given me any signals ever since and I was kind of getting worried there would be none of that stuff happening between us again. Was this a signal? Did she want another sexual encounter?

“N… Nisha, you mean… take you to the bathroom and help you inside??” I stuttered.

She started to laugh.

“Tu aur kiya?” (What else, dummy)

“Ohh.. ok”, I was still stammering.

“Yes Bhai, just like Mom. Just come with me, I can’t touch anything, you can raise my qameez (long Indian shirt), lower my shalwar (Indian pajamas), I will pee and then you can help me tie the shalwar back.” She explained.

“Are you sure you are ok with it?” I asked.

“Pagal,” she giggled. “Of course, aap mere bhayya hain!” (You are my loving brother!)

Even thought there were no taboos remaining between us, I wanted to make sure she was OK with it because I didn’t want to appear too horny or desperate.

“Chalo theek hai Nisha”, I said candidly. (OK Nisha, let’s go).

“Thank you Bhai, I love you…” she walked over and gave me a peck on my cheek.

We then started walking towards the bathroom. She was ahead of me and I was staring at her sweet ass. I had seen it naked a month ago and how I had longed to see it again! She started first and tried to clear the air:

“Bhai don’t worry, it is nothing you haven’t seen before.” She referred to our first sexual episode. “Mein jahan se pee karoongi, aap ne uss ko chata bhi tha”. (You licked the spot where I pee from)

This was a demeaning comment, I didn’t know what to say and I was kind of pissed. It wasn’t funny to me.

“Ok ok chalo chalo, jaldi karo.” I said. (hurry up, I don’t have much time. ) I was acting like this was routine and I wasn’t interested. Indian girls like it when the guy plays a little hard to get. Or so I thought at the time.

She laughed and let me open the bathroom door. I turned the light on and lowered the seat for her. She walked in and turned around so she could face me. I was a little hesitant and was staring at her, waiting for her cue. She said:

“Shalwar utaro na Bhai, jaldi se! mujhe karna hai jaldi”. (take my pajamas off quickly brother, I have to really pee!)

“Ok ok Nisha!” Saying this, I lifted her long Indian dress shirt up and put it above her shoulders. Her bra-covered tits were visible now as the hem of her shirt was now all the way up. Her cute little belly button was right there and I was just staring at it. I noticed her breathing had increased. I kept staring at her boobs and the flat stomach when she yelled:

“Aray jaldi karo warna shalwar mein nikal jayega!!!” (Hurry if you don’t want me to pee in my pants!)

I broke my trance, untied her shalwar and let it drop. The lose pajamas just feel to the floor and now her panties were visible. I smelled the smell of heaven again just like I had a couple of months ago. I wanted to see her pussy again!

“Nisha, the panties?”

“Yes bhai, I can’t pee with them on now, can I?” she said sarcastically.

I was still hesitant.

“Mein udhar muun kar luun?” I asked. (should I turn away?)

“UFF! Bhai! Aap ne pehle dekha tha mujhe nanga! Hain na?” She said, frustrated at my timidness. (Geez bro! Didn’t you see me naked before? Did I say anything?)

“No,” I said in a low voice.

“Theek hai jaldi utaro phir,” she urged. (OK then take my panties off already)… “pagal!” (you are crazy), she said.

My breathing had increased and so did hers. I grabbed the top of her black lace panties and started to pull them down slowly. They rolled off her ass but this time, unlike the previous time, the pubic hair didn’t show up at the top. Oh my!!! She had shaved! Why would she shave if she didn’t want her dear brother to lick her again? And why would she wear these sexy black lace panties if she didn’t want her dear bhayya (bro) to take her right there? Oh yes! These were all signals. She wanted me.

She was totally clean. As I rolled her panties down, I saw the line of her pussy become visible. It was wet and swollen red. She was horny! Why wouldn’t she be? She was in the presence of her dear brother who had licked her dry just a few weeks ago and whom she had confessed to that she had the greatest orgasm of her life. The panties were off now and were near her ankles. I was entranced by the clear shot of my sister’s pussy right in front of my eyes. I was literally 6 inches away from this doorway to heaven that I had sucked before. The smell was sweet, and oh so inviting.

She quietly saw the panties roll of and sat down on the toilet seat. I moved my hand around her back so I could lift the back of her long shirt above her shoulders also. Doing so, I brushed her ass. She let out a little sigh, I was staring at her pussy and she was sitting down, this was so hot:

“ok I am gonna pee now”, she declared and out came the stream of yellow pee from her pee hole. I was amazed. The pee slowly came out but she was done in only about 10-15 seconds. She didn’t have to pee too much!!! This was all a set up. And I knew it all along.

“Buss Nisha?” I asked. (that’s it Nisha?)

“Haan to aur kiya. Bhai… mere pyaray bhai… iss ko poonch do na tissue ley ke?” (yes, bro, my dear bro, can you please wipe it off a little bit with some toilet paper)

This was crazy! I was amazed at how horny she was and how dirty she could get. My sister was slowly turning into a young and dirty little whore.

I grabbed a couple of toilet paper pieces and made a thick set. All this while, she had her hands raised above her head since she had the Henna on her hands. She couldn’t touch anything at all.

I took the toilet paper and touched her pussy with it. I made sure it absorbed as much piss as it could. When I felt the other side of my finger get a little wet, I stopped and threw that toilet paper into the bowl. Then I looked up at her.

“bhai abhi bhi geela hai, saaf karo do na please…” (it is still wait, bro please can you wipe it more?)

I knew her pussy was pretty dry but I wasn’t about to say no to this! I grabbed some more toilet paper and touched her pussy again. This time, I didn’t press in to dry it, but I rubbed the toilet paper up and down. She moaned. I could see her pussy was on fire now. It was throbbing up and down and it was very red. But I was in a teasing mood. I stopped.

“bhayya karo na saaf!” she begged. (clean it more!)

“Nisha, it is already dry!” I teased.

“Bhayya! Come on!!! Hai na geelii…dekho “ (bro come on please… it is still wet! Look!)… she was moaning now.

“Geeli hai? Haan dikhao,” (Oh is it wet? Lemme see), I said and hunched over.

I put my hand on the top part of her clit and rubbed it gently. I lifted up her throbbing wet pussy. It was wet with pussy juice and pre-cum. She was still holding her hands raised above her head and moaning loudly. I rubbed the sides of her pussy and probed it all over. It was totally devoid of pee but wet with pre-cum oozing out of her clit in anticipation of sexual activity. Man this was hot!

“Nisha pee tu nahi hai ab lekin phudy geeli hai tumhari,” I said. (Nisha there is no pee but your pussy is still wet).

It was crazy how we were teasing each other with this ridiculous conversation and only delaying the inevitable. But I realized the build up, foreplay and setting the mood are essential parts of sex in Indian culture. It is much more enjoyable that way and the principles of Kama sutra also stress the set up before sex. The man and the woman have to be highly teased and highly sexed up before they cut to the chase and have actual intercourse. I believe this is the reason why impotence rates in India and in the East in general are much low, since they stress the build up so much and sex is considered to be the apex of pleasure, not a means to gain pleasure. An orgasm is holy and cherished and shouldn’t be wasted. Often both partners have most fun this way and no external toys are needed. At least those are my observations and experiences. I may be wrong.

“Bhai pussy geeli hai phir mein panty kaisey pehnuungi?” she asked in an innocent manner. (How can I wear my panties if my pussy is still wet?)

“Aao mein andar jaa ke ponch duun?” (You want to come inside the bedroom, I will dry it there?), I asked.

“Andar kiya karogay?” (What will you do inside?), she asked, puzzled.

“Buss bed pe tum lait jana, takay mein neechay sey achi tarah dekh luun, theek hai?”, I replied. (I will put you on the bed so I can have a better view and clean it properly, ok?).

This conversation was getting silly and I think she was sick of it too, she just wanted her pussy to the quelled of the throbbing agony it was in! So she agreed:

“Ok theek hai, mere haath bhi thuk gaye hain,” she confirmed. (Ok, fine, my arms are tired too, I am sick of holding them up like this because of the Henna!)

She got up and stepped out of the lose shalwar (pajamas). Then she looked at me, as if asking what I was waiting for. I bent over and helped her step out of her panties. As she stood up, her long Indian shirt feel off her shoulders and its hem was now covering her crotch and ass. I could see her sexy legs from where the shirt ended.

“Bhai please yeh qameez utaar do gey? Mein nahi chahti key eh bhi wet ho jaye neechay lag key” (Bro can you pleasetake off my shirt? I don’t want it to get wet if it touches my pussy).

“Sure,” I said and helped her take the shirt off, all the while being careful it didn’t touch her hands so the Henna didn’t get ruined.

She was now standing naked in front of me, with only her bra on and her shaved pussy staring at me, calling my name.

“Chalein?” she asked. (Let’s go?)

“Aao”, I said (Let’s go.)

I put my hands on her shoulders and gently walked her to the bedroom. Her pussy was so wet that it was dripping pre-cum and some pre-cum oozed out and fell on the bathroom floor. I figured I would clean it later.

I was now walking behind her naked ass, with my cock throbbing inside my pants. I was wearing lose jeans and a t-shirt. I helped her lay down on her bed, flat on her back with her hands above her head to protect the Henna.

“Bhai aap kitney achay ho, I love you. Ammi to kuch bhi help nahi karteen, aisey he geela chor deti hain,” she said in a low voice, almost moaning with anticipation. (Bhai I love you, you are so nice! Mom doesn’t help me at all when I have Henna on my hands. After I pee, she doesn’t even dry me and just leaves me like that).

“Nisha I love you too and I wanna do anything to make you happy.” I smiled.

“Bhai dekho zara na kitni geeli huun mein,” she moaned. (Bro look how wet I am! Clean me!)

“Zara tangein kholo, dekhnay do,” I said wickedly. (Spread your legs a little so I can get a better view).

The sister after whom I had lusted after for so many years was now spreading her legs for me open wide and I had a clean view of her doorway to heaven. It smelled fresh and sweet, so lickable and seducible. It was throbbing lusciously, up and down, with her breathing, waiting for me to enter it and give it the ultimate kind of pleasure.

She spread her legs, I came closer to ‘look’ and sank my mouth in to her pussy! I couldn’t wait any longer! Enough was enough!

“Aray Aray Aray! Kiya kar rahay ho bhai?,” (whoa bro what are you doing?) She let out a huge moan which was a mixture of pain and pleasure, her giggling made my cock throb inside my pants.

“Phudy saaf karney do Nisha!” (let me clean your pussy Nisha!) I yelled as I panted and went down again.

I licked and lapped like a dog, my face buried inside her crotch. My tongue was now way inside her hole and I was drinking all her cum that oozed out. I was licking the sides of the pussy, twisting my tongue inside and tasting every single millimeter of it. Her moans were becoming louder and louder. She was practically yelling:

“Ahh! Ooooeeeee, meri ammaaa, haii,” she yelled.

I kept sucking away till her body tensed up. I knew she was close to cumming now. She let out a huge shriek, and came full force into my face. Her pussy hit my nose as she sprayed her juices all over my face.

“Oh God! Bhayya!” she moaned.

“Nisha I love you”

“Aahhhhhhh! Bhai I love you too!!!” she panted.

Her body was still experiencing the after shocks of the orgasm and she was trying to bend her face and lick her bra covered tits. She had Henna on her hands and couldn’t use them at all.

I got out from under her pussy and smiled:

“Maza aya?” (Had fun?)

She smiled too:

“Bhayya aap buhat buray ho! Aise saaf kartey hain? Muun se?” (Bro you are so bad! Is this how you clean up? You lick it off?)

I smiled at her. She was now resting calmly on her back. This time was going to be different. I think she realized it too that I had helped her cum twice and I hadn’t gotten off myself. Did she want to pay me back for the favors I had done to her?

“I love your taste Nisha”, I said seductively, staring at her pussy while she noticed the hard on I had bulging out of my pants. She immediately turned her attention to it.

“Bhai aap ka lun bhi geela hota hai?” (Bro does your dick get wet too?) She asked in her usual innocent manner.

“Haan buhat, dekho!” (Yes, very, look) I said and showed her the wet patch on my crotch.

“Itna ziada?” she laughed shyly. (So much?)

“Haan dekho meri pant geeli kar dee salay nay, itna sukht aur geela hai” I laughed too. (Yeah the bastard made my pants all wet it is so hard and wet!)

“Haan mein bhi buhat geeli thee, shayed issi ko dekh ke!” she smiled wickedly. (Yes, because I was so wet too, that’s why your cock got wet)

“Nisha your pussy is so lickable, I want to eat it all the time.” We were really talking dirty now.

“Yeah you told me it’s delicious”, she giggled and continued, “Bhai aap ka lun buhat sukht ho raha hai, zara dikhao to”. (Bro your cock is so hard, it is about to burst out of your pants, lemme see).

I was waiting for her cue. The build up so far was going just fine, and it was all consensual. Actually, she was kind of leading the way, which was OK by me! I didn’t want to force her into anything she didn’t want.

As of now, I was standing near the foot of the bed while she was spread naked on it except for her bra. As soon as she asked to see my dick, I got closer and started to unzip my pants. I let them fall down, then took off my t-shirt and then went for my boxer shorts which were barely holding my cock in.

Last time I had surprised her with my peeking cock, but this time she didn’t want any surprises. She wanted to hold it, caress it, take care of it herself like her brother had done to her, but she had the Henna on her hands. I stepped out of my boxers and let my cock throb in open air. It was vibrating up and down, as if it was breathing on its own.

“Bhai qareeb ao,” she said in a hoarse voice. (Come closer bro)

I moved in as she was staring intently at my dick.

“Haan yeh to buhat geela ho raha hai, mein ponch deti lekin mere hathon pe to mehndi lagi hai,” she said staring at my dick. (Yeah it is so wet and hard, I would wipe it for you but I have Henna on my hands)

“Haan,” I said in a hoarse voice. (Yes). I had to say something to keep it going.

“Kaisa taste ho ga iss ka?” (how would it taste?), she wondered out aloud.

“I don’t know Nisha,” I laughed, “But I do know your pussy tastes better than this…”

“Well, I will be the judge of that Bhai,” she answered and then without waiting a second, lowered her head.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I saw her head moving towards the head of my prick. Within seconds, her pink rosy lips were sucking on my shaft, and moving up and down the uncut head. The heat and wetness from her mouth and the pre-cum I was secreting made my cock slippery and smooth.

This was the first time she was sucking on a man’s penis and she was great at it. My experience says that inexperienced people give the best blow jobs since they lick all over. And that’s exactly what Nisha was doing. Unable to use her hands, which were covered with Henna, her mouth was all she had.

“Mmmm. Salty,” she mimicked me, recalling the comments I had made when I had first licked her pussy.

She was moving my foreskin back with her lips and her tongue was piercing my tip, sending waves of thrill up and down my spine. She wanted to lick the meat inside the foreskin of my uncut cock, and taste the area where all the nerve endings met, just like I had done to her.

As she was bent over, licking my cock, I was moving my hands behind her back, un-hooking her black lace bra. She was peeking up with her beautiful dark brown eyes as she was moving her rosy lips up and down and all around my large and wet prick, when suddenly, she stopped.

“Bhai yeh itna lamba lora choti see phudy mein kaisey jata hai?” she asked, continuing her silly and innocent questions. (How would a cock this long go into a little pussy?)

“Tumhari jaisee choti si phudy, Nisha?” (A little pussy like yours, Nisha?) I joked.

She felt kind of shy as her cheeks went red.

“Koi bhi phudy bhayya!” (Any pussy bro!), she said in a shy voice.

“Pata nahi Nisha, I have never put it inside a pussy,” I said honestly, “Maybe it only goes in half way.”

“Would it hurt?” she was contemplating taking it in. “Wow!” I thought.

“I doubt it Nisha. How could something this pleasurable hurt at all?” I tried to level the ground.

In our conversations, we were both slowly rationalizing sex. This was blowing my mind as I could feel the nerves on the side of my head pumping like crazy.

“Bhai mein buhat thuk gayee huun, mujhey letna hai. Aap meri back massae kar do gay?’ she asked. (Bhai I am so tired with all this Henna on my hands, can you give me a back massage?)

I wasn’t about to say no to that:


She got up from her crawling position and laid down back flat on her back, totally naked. It was funny how was sucking on my cock just a few seconds ago and was now flip-flopping to a back massage. It was painfully obvious. She wanted to taste how my cock felt inside her burning pussy. And I was too much of a dork to take charge.

I got on top of the bed and started to rub her back. I was on my side naked, and my dripping, wet cock was rubbing against her thighs. I massaged her back and gave her a kiss on her neck. She moaned.

I got on top of her from the back. The time had come. She knew it. I knew it. There was no use beating about the bush. She was too timid to say it but I couldn’t take it anymore. I know she was scared too. This was incest! In an Indian conservative household nonetheless. But I’d rather have sex with my precious little sister than let her fall victim to some of the other guys out there. I’d rather break her in myself than have her experience it with someone who doesn’t even love her. I loved her!

I was now rubbing her neck, and moving my cock up and down her ass crack as she was moaning. I could see her throbbing light brown lips pussy from the back, completely devoid of hair. She still had her arms spread out up front to protect the Henna paste. I unhooked her bra without asking her, and pulled it from under her. She said:

“Bhai ek minute” (just a second bhai).

Then she motioned me to move. I moved myself from the top of her and she switched sides, now she was laying flat on her back, with her tits staring at me and her naked pussy inviting me in with her legs spread and her arms spread out wide because of the Henna. Without wasting a moment, I crawled on top of her and just like the last time, planted a huge French kiss on her lips, slipping my tongue down her throat, letting her lick it. My hands were on her tits and my cock about to enter the doorway to heaven. I was all ready to go in, the opening was very visible and my cock had found it. We were both making panting and moaning sounds as I kissed her and played with her large nipples. My cock was having a very hard time entering her virgin clit.

She had masturbated a lot but apparently she had only been rubbing it. She had never inserted anything in there. Well, she was about to! And her dear bhai’s cock was going to be the first foreign object to enter the sweet hole. I was violently moving my cock up and down her pussy lips. Our cum juices were thoroughly mixed by now. Her pre-cum oozing out of her wet pussy and mine blasting out in droves out of my throbbing cock. She had her legs open wide, as far as she could, to let her loving brother’s huge cock in without resistance. She was panting and I was moaning with pleasure, licking on her rosy pink lips and switching to her soft cotton nipples. As my cock parted her pussy lips, she yelled out:

“Aaaaaaaaaahhh, yeh kaisa dard hai!?” (what kind of a pain is this????)

“Nisha just remember I love you more than anyone else in this world!,” I gasped.

“Oooooeeee maaaaaaaa!”

“Nisha meri pyari janu, it feels so good! Ahhh…”

Her pussy lips were as far apart as they had ever been. My cock was about half way inside her pussy. I didn’t want to hurt her, and plus, I was really timid. I didn’t want anything unexpected to happen, and she was yelling really loud.

“Maar dala! Chod diya!” (You killed me! You are fucking me!)

She kept screaming:

“Behenchod! Fuck me! Fuck me… ahhh… ooooohhhhiiiii…” (you bloody sister-fucker! Fuck me, fuck me!)

She was cursing at me but she now had my cock thoroughly buried inside her pussy and had closed her legs tighter so I couldn’t take it out. She wanted it! The cursing was only part of the pleasure. I kept moving my hips back and forth on top of her bed, which was about to break, it was so weak.

“Hai meri choti si phudy! Ab kiya hogaaaaaaaa!” she screamed! (Oh my little pussy and what will I do now!!)

“Nisha I will be gentle now, ok?” I kind of got scared as I continued to ram her pussy.

“NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” she panted, “FUCK ME!” she continued to shriek:

“Fuck me like an animal! Fuck your little sister like a whore you behenchod!”

“Nishaaaaaaa…” I moaned.

“Chodo mujhe! Chod dalo!” (fuck me! Keep fucking me)

I was ramming her cunt violently, trying to bury my cock as deep as possible. As our crotches collided, they made a loud thumping sound.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Oooohs and AAhhhs!

I was fucking my own sister. Having sex with the angel I loved and grew up lusting after and was begging me to fuck her like a slut!

“Phar dala meri chuut ko!” (You tore up my pussy!)

I was SO aroused at her talking this dirty that it is hard to explain. My cock had reached its largest girth ever and I could feel the veins pumping inside her pussy. She and I were moving in a rhythm, pleasuring each other with our sex organs, giving our all, laying it all out. I was about to explode.

“N…Nisha… Nisha! I am gonna…”

“NO!!!! PULL OUT! PULL OUT!” she screamed at the top of her lungs! “NIKLO PHUDDY SE!”

She was screaming for me to pull out but her legs were still tight. Her pussy didn’t want to let go. My cock jerked. As soon as I was about to cum and I was opening my mouth to scream, she let go. I guess she felt the vibration.

I shrieked: “AAHH!”

I pulled my cock out with a snap in her pussy. I could see her moist pussy lips glistening with my cum as I splattered all over her parted lips and stomach. The huge explosion reached her tits, face and eyes. She licked whatever landed on her lips.

She was still moaning “oohhh and ahhh” on her back while I was standing on my knees on top of her watching her lick my cum off her lips and chest. I had just pulled out in time. I didn’t want to get her pregnant.

“Bhai tell me which cum tastes better?” she said naughtily and wagged her finger at me, with my cum glistening on the tip.

Gross. Should I taste my own cum? I didn’t want to piss her off, so I did.

“Yucky! Eww!” I said and laughed. “Nisha your cum is the best tasting cum on the planet!”

Saying this, I threw myself on top of her and hugged her naked body tight. We cuddled and talked about how great it was to finally have sex. She expressed some regret but it was really minor.

It took me weeks to figure out why. Later on I learned that she wasn’t a virgin when we had sex. This is why her hymen never broke and I didn’t see any blood! She was also on the pill, and little did I know at the time that even pre-cum is enough to get girls pregnant. All her insistence on pulling out was a cover up! I also found out how she was a whore and had been fucking around. But I didn’t mind that one bit, as long as I got a piece of the pie. But that is a story for another time.

break is a time to relax and destress from school, but it’s also a good time to catch up on work and boost yourself up with studying!! here are some tips to help you out :)

plan things out

i cannot emphasize this enough. make a plan. i would suggest printing out a calendar and planning out each day. are you going on vacation? mark it on the calendar! have a doctor’s appointment or a party you were planning on going to? mark it on the calendar! calculate the remaining days you have left before school starts again. figure out which subjects to tackle on which days and if you have spare time on the days that you do other things.

be realistic. don’t expect yourself to read through 6 chapters, take notes, do 2 projects, and write 7 essays in one day. not only is this discouraging at the end of the day, it forces more stress on you. space things out. if a subject is more intensive and requires more focusing and studying, allot it more time; perhaps even a full day. remember: you have to eat, drink, sleep, take breaks, etc etc like every other person, so don’t cram your studying in too much.

plan your projects out step by step. figure out when you’re going to finish your assignments. determine what days you’ll read through chapters. figure everything out.

take a break; relax

keep some time to relax. after all, it is a break. plan some fun things to do!! you could read a book that you never had the time to read before! you could practice an instrument more! reconnect with your family! you could watch a movie that you wanted to watch or hang out with your friends! the possibilities are endless; it’s your break.


if you planned to study biology for an hour, study it for an hour. don’t cheat yourself out on productivity. it only brings you down :( you can always check your dash / feed later. log off your social media accounts and shut off your phone –> back to studying you go !!
you can always take a break after that hour is up.

if you find that your house is too distracting for you, go to your local library or a small coffee shop for a change of environment. i personally love the library because they will usually have little study areas / cubicles, it’s quiet, and resources are always available. 

before school

start getting ready for school again a couple days before break ends. go to bed earlier. start waking up at the usual time again. fall back into your school routine. you may have slept in and relaxed during break, but it’s time to go back to school.

at least 5 days before school starts, i go over every assignment and project that i had to do. double check that you completed everything that you needed to do. if not, start doing it now. you have 5 days to do it! (which is a lot better than struggling to finish something the night before school starts)

i believe in you!! you can do this!!

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