Prompt: Reader is assigned with a group of agents to be trained by Captain and Bucky, whom she used to date a few years back when the relationship ended when she ghosted him. Also inspired by “Lose My Number” by James Blunt.
Bucky Barnes x Reader.
A/U: New story coming at you! Thought of it while listening to James Blunt, so yeah. Hopefully you’ll like it! (if you do, don’t hesitate to leave a comment. Feedback is lovely and warms writer’s souls.) Anyways, enjoy!
Another day, another final. Y/N’s eyes closed on it’s own accord while she walked towards the Avengers building. She had stayed up until three am studying last night, and now her body was paying the price. Slowly, she made her way into the training room, cup of coffee on hand. They had been told beforehand that this week’s class would be theoretical, so at least that was on her favor. Her body would not stand a physical training that week.
“You look like crap,” stated Adam.
“I feel like it,” she said, handing over her cup so he could have a sip as well. The cold weather wasn’t much help either. All she felt like doing was crawling back to bed and not getting up until summer came back.
“Cheer up, finals will be over before you know it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed.
Thirty minutes had passed since the class had started, Y/N thought she might be able to give physical a try, because so far the class was torture. Both Bucky and Steve had been talking nonstop about teamwork and her sleep deprived just could not keep up. Adam had even nudged her a few times when he noticed her eyes closing for too long.
“So, you must keep in mind the it is okay to disagree with your teammates. Just as long as you respect each other and focus on the mission given to you.” Captain spoke and Y/N eyelids closed once more. Just like times before, Adam was there to get her to open her eyes, gently nudging her arm. This time around though, the soldier noticed this.
so i still live with my roommates from first year and we’re planning on living together for our fourth year. idk if i got lucky with my roommates or they just keep me because i’ve become the designated insect/spider bouncer
For the meme thing, would you consider doing "grew up as best friends but you got hot over the summer can i touch ur biceps AU"?
Derek has a real problem. Well, not a problem, a crush. It’s just that his crush is on his chem partner, and the scrawny guy he used to tease about not being able to keep up with during their running exercises, and his favorite person to sit next to in the dining hall and make up conversations other people were having with. His crush is on Stiles. Stiles that threw himself into the desk next to Derek’s two years ago and told him they were going to be partners, and hadn’t given Derek a choice in the matter. He’d declared Scott— his very best friend— had abandoned him to sit with his girlfriend, and that Derek was going to take his place.
Derek never had actually taken Scott’s place. Scott would flick paper aeroplanes over to Stiles’ desk, and they’d hit Derek in the face, instead. When Stiles followed Derek into lunch, and began detailing the racy argument a couple two tables over were definitely not old enough to be having, Scott would join in from the other side. When he wasn’t staring dreamily at Allison. Derek had gained two friends for the price of one, and not been able to get a word of protest in about it.
this part is a little different. it’s a montage of the next year everyone spends together. it’s a lil collab with my boo and the star of the story @celestial-writing
warnings: swearing + quite an abundance of angst
Over the course of time, life seemed to get more into a schedule. Allison began to stay at Scott’s more and more, and Stiles seemed to find permanent residence in the couch. Madi seemed to enjoy his presence, and I myself wasn’t going to start complimenting either.
I started working at Lou’s Flower Shop again, back to my basics. Taking inventory, helping customers, restocking. Nothing too difficult. Allison usually picked up the same shifts as me anyways, so it wasn’t bad at all. Being paid for mostly sitting around and talking to my best friend? Yeah no problems here. Madi usually stayed at the apartment with Stiles, he’s been taking night classes rather afternoon ones to work with our schedules.
Most days I would get home as he’s walking out the door. I’d make dinner for myself and something soft for Madi. We’d eat and I’d take her for a bath. Then it was bedtime for her and downtime for me. Normally I’d just sit in the sofa, watching tv or reading a book. Stiles would return around ten o'clock and if sleepily tell him goodnight and thank you for watching her today. Then I’d get the blankets for him and usually tuck him in. Sometimes I was on the border of passing out, and he’d tell me that he could do it himself. But I think most of the time he really did like it. It was nothing special really, I pull the blankets over him, kiss is head, and say ‘sweet dreams’. Nothing to crazy there. But it always left him smiling.
The weekends were the best, because we’d just lay around in our pajamas and watch tv. Usually one of us would fall asleep. When I did, I would wake up to find the blankets wrapped around me, and my head on the armrest and legs strewn across Stiles’ lap. It was a comfortable position. When he fell asleep his head either landed in my shoulder or plopped on my lap. But when it was my shoulder I maneuvered him down to lie on my lap because that was more comfortable. I’d run my fingers through his hair gently or draw patterns on his arm and back. The only rules were that you couldn’t purposely wake the other, and the one who didn’t pass out has to make sure Madi is okay.
When the summer came back to us and Stiles had finished school, we became less tired and our schedules weren’t so tight and hectic. I still had the same amount of shifts at Lou’s. I worked four days out of the week, for six hours. Allison worked three of those days at the same time. But with her Scott and Stiles being out of school, and with Lydia being back at Beacon Hills for the summer, we managed a pretty easy babysitting crew. Sundays were our best days. We all got breakfast together, either eating out or at someone’s place. We talked and chilled around, Stiles and Allison fought over Madi while Lydia complained about going to a far away school, as always. Scott didn’t talk a lot about UC Davis, at least not with us. Allison’s told me before that he was doing very well and enjoyed it, which was good. As for me, online college was pretty breezy… I almost felt like a slacker.
“y/n, you’re not a slacker” Allison sighed as I confessed the feeling to her.
“You guys are all going to school, waking up early or getting back late like Stiles, you all work so hard and I feel like I just… don’t”
“So?” Allison replied, quirking a brow as she ate some protein bar that looked like it needed a heap of sugar or chocolate chips packed in it. “y/n, you work so hard. You’re managing having a job, taking those courses, watching Madi, and I’m sure having Stiles around to take care of is a pain in the ass”
“I am not!” Stiles called from the kitchen. “Some nights I do the grocery shopping!”
“So that’s why I never see any fruits around here” Allison muttered.
“I heard that!”
“Anyways, hon, you are a wonderful mother, student, and coworker. I aspire to multitask like you” I smiled at Allison’s kind words, and the feeling disappeared.
For the fourth of July that summer, the gang and I took Madi to see fireworks for the first time. There was a small show at the Preserve. The kind of thing where you bring a big blanket and snacks, then sit and cheer for the bright explosions. I was nervous because I wasn’t sure how she was going to react. They were loud, and I remember being younger how I was afraid of them. She’s only a year and a half of age, would they be scary or pretty to her?
Scott and Allison laid out the blanket on a nice empty patch of grass while Lydia handed out snacks and drinks. No worries. Only waters and sodas. On out Sunday nights together after Madi was a sleep we’d pass around glasses and a bottle of wine, but not usually while my daughter was awake and in the room. Just in case.
“Hey Stiles?” I asked softly as I held Madi at my hip. He turned to look at me, smiling and playing around with her.
“What’s up buttercup?”
“Do you think she’ll like them? The fireworks?” I asked trying to keep my voice down, i didn’t want a big fuss. Stiles pursed his lips as he thought of an answer and my brows cinched together.
“Well, let’s just say if she doesn’t and starts to cry I can just take her back to the jeep and calm her down away from all of the excitement” I smiled lightly at that and nodded.
“Thanks” i told him and he nodded.
“Come on kiddos pick a spot” Scott called. He was sitting on the end, Allison next to him, and Lydia next to her. They all had their own bag of chips and a soda can. Lydia was huge on party planning. I sat next to the strawberry blonde, stretching my legs out and letting Madi sit between them. As we waited she spent most of her time tracing the floral designs on the blanket. Stiles was sat next to me, on the other end of the blanket and here and there one of us would move slightly and our arms would brush together. Being the cheesy person I am it would send sparks through my whole body and goosebumps would raise. But I hid it by playing with Madi and distracting myself. If I was lucky, I wasn’t blushing.
I fucking was of course.
The fireworks show went as perfectly as it could. Madi stared up at them, and made quiet ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ as she pointed to the colors. She’d yell “mama mama!” Getting my attention even though I was already contently watching them.
“They’re pretty aren’t they?” I’d ask, ruffling her short and soft strands of hair. She’d just giggle and clap her hands, then go back o staring. This cycled the whole night.
But minutes ticked by and I grew more and more fatigued. Stiles said something to me that I didn’t quite catch, so I leaned over to hear him better. My head bumped his shoulder. Maybe I was too lazy to move, or too out of it to register my own actions, but I nuzzled against him and shut my eyes, letting my head stay there on him. He just smiled a little and rubbed my back as I rested there. I didn’t open my eyes until I felt a small body crawl over me. I peered down seeing Madi making her way onto Stiles’ legs instead. I don’t think he knew I saw this, perhaps he figured I was sleeping. He was caressing her head, her back her arms, and I watched her as she fell asleep against him.
When the show was over and empty bags discarded, I heard a whispered exchange of words. Lydia took Madi from Stiles, cradling her to keep her asleep, and Stiles slid his arms around me. I groaned when I was lifted, and he laughed quietly. I didn’t want him to know I was awake, so i let him carry me back to the parking lot and set me in the Jeep. I fell asleep on the way home that night, and when I woke up in the morning I was in my own bed again.
When Lydia left to go back to school, we all went out to eat for dinner, somewhere nice, and the Sheriff offered to watch Madi for the night. Stiles drove me over with her, both of us dressed up for dinner.
“There’s my favorite kiddo!” Noah said as he opened the door.
“Thanks Da-” The man took Madison from my arms, and Stiles shut his mouth. I giggled softly.
“Oh, you thought I was talking about Madi?” Stiles’ features lifted.
“I knew you wouldn’t forget me pops-”
“y/n, the kid I never had come in I haven’t seen you in a while” I laughed again as Stiles
mouth dropped open. Noah and I talked about how work is, how the summer’s going, and when it was time to leave, Stiles spoke before I could.
“She bathes at seven thirty, and needs to be in bed by eight. If she won’t sleep, she likes the moonlight and there’s two stuffed animals in her bag that she has to sleep with. One blanket usually does the trick, but put the other in there just in case. Also reading to her sometimes helps, or talking at all she likes hearing people talk” Noah nodded, looking to me with a slight smile as I tried to stop my overworking head.
“Glad the mother isn’t the only one who knows all the tricks” Was all he said. My cheeks flushed. “I raised you Stiles, I think I can handle pretty much anything” I laughed again and tugged on Stiles’ sleeve before he could say something witty.
“Thanks again Sheriff” I said as we went back to the doorway.
“Its Noah. Anytime y/n” I smiled and waved goodbye.
“Bye Madi, be good for Mr Stilinski okay?” I said, and Stiles kept playing with her I had to rag him out of the door.
“I can’t believe my own father likes you more than me”
Soon enough we were back to our busy schedules. Though now we were masters at it. December rolled around and the whole apartment was decorated. Allison and I had put lights all around the ceiling, which were always on. She’d gotten a small fake tree that we all decorated. There was mostly just baby stuff, bottles and dolls, with ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ on them. But there was other normal ornaments like snowmen and reindeer.
Christmas Eve everyone came over and we watched all the Christmas classics. Rudolph, Frosty, The Drummer Boy, they were playing on a constant loop on the television. Scott and Allison were curled up in the recliner, Lydia on one end of the sofa, and Stiles Madi and I on the other end. I sat next to the armrest, with Stiles so close Madi sat half on my lap and half on his. When the tv finally was shut off, Allison Scott and Lydia exchanged their goodbye and merry Christmases before heading out into the abnormally cold night. After I’d put Madi to bed, telling her a Christmas story that I proudly knew by heart, I went back to the living room to find Stiles laying on the couch. He let out a groan as he rolled over.
“Stiles..” he looked up to me. “Why don’t you come stay with me tonight?” His brows raised slightly.
“I’m fine out here-”
“No you’re not your back had been terrible to you on that couch”
“No it’s not-”
“Stiles I know it is” I sighed. “Just come stay in bed with me tonight. Besides, it’s Christmas what kind of friend would I be if I made you stay there” He seemed to think about it, and I jerked my head slightly. “Come on” I said softly, and after that he slid off the couch, following me to my room. Strangely enough, he’d only been in here a few times. But I wasn’t often in it as I used to be. I was usually in the living room or kitchen with him. I got into the blankets, and he walked around to the other side of the bed. I patted on the mattress, seeing his hesitation.
“You really don’t mind?” I shook my head, and slowly but surely, he laid next to me. It was quiet for a bit, and I just watched him fiddle with the hem of the blanket. “You’re sure-”
“Yes, Stiles, it’s fine” I said, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them he was staring at me, seemingly shamelessly. “If you ask one more time-”
“Merry Christmas” I broke into a smile, rolling over to check the clock. And it was indeed, midnight. My grin only grew as I looked back to him.
“Do you want your present?” I asked in an excited whisper.
“Now?” I nodded, biting my lip and sitting up on the bed. “It’s gonna make the others mad I did mine first-” I shook my head.
“No this one’s separate” I said. “I’ll go get it” I added before speeding out of the room. I got it from it’s hidden spot in the vegetable cabinet, I knew he’d never find it there. When i came back in the room, he sat up, pulling the blankets back. “Here” I said, handing it to him. “Open it” He took the small wrapped box from my hands, and I anxiously pushed my hair behind my ear. Stiles opened up the paper, revealing a plain cardboard box.
“You sure it’s okay I do this now?”
“Yeah go on then” I urged, and he lifted the lid. His eyes widened, and he looked up to me with parted lips. I couldn’t bite back my smile anymore and I held my hands tightly together. “Do you like it?” He answered by reaching forward and hugging me tightly. The key that matched my key ring falling onto the blankets. The key with the number 88 painted in blue nail polish on it. The key to my apartment.
“Yeah, yeah I like it” He said, pulling away from me and picking it up. I grinned a smile of flattery, and again he hugged me. “I like it a lot”
I woke up to him poking my nose and when I finally mustered the willpower to open my eyes, he had that foolish smile on his face. Instantly I realized both of my hands were pressed against his chest.
Madi’s second birthday went much more smoother than her first. Lydia couldn’t make it down for her party this year, but she sent a present in the mail. I made the cake at home this time, not wanting to go through the chaos at the bakery all over again. But apparently making my own cake brought it’s own craziness.
“STILES!” I screamed when I slipped on flour that might’ve spilled to the floor. He came rushing in, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh at me.
“Alright come on chef” He said, and held out his hands, pulling me up. “We got a cake to make, I’ll help”
“I don’t need help I’ve got this-”
“You clearly need help. Now what next?”
The next ten minutes was us bumping into each other as we poured ingredients into the bowl.
“Stiles! You got sugar all over m-” I sneezed halfway through scolding him. He laughed, coughing as he breathed in the flying powder. “Oh my god it’s all over your hair” I put my hands over my mouth, suppressing giggles.
“I can’t believe you!” He smashed an egg into my chest. Luckily I was wearing an old tee shirt. But I gasped and gave him an angry look. Fear crossed his face the second before I throw a handful of flour at him. I reached for another handful, but he wildly held his hands out. “TRUCE!” He begged, and I smiled wickedly.
“Or what?” Panic crossed his features, but in seconds he’d surged forward, and his arms wrapped around me from the back, lifting me up and I squealed. “Put me down! Put me down!” I screamed, thrashing around.
“Well what have I walked in on?” My head shot up to see Allison standing in front of me, holding Madison on her hip. She was staring at us, with my feet lifted off the ground, back pressed into Stiles’ chest and his arms wrapped around my torso. There was sugar and flour all over our faces and hair.
“Uhm” Stiles set me back down, and I gave her a big smile. I tasted the powdery substance in my mouth.
“RIght so I’m gonna pretend that didn’t happen”
“Mama!” Madi smiled big as she exclaimed and reached for me.
“Let’s let mommy get cleaned up okay?” Allison suggested, bouncing Madi and taking her into the other room. Stiles and I exchanged a look, and burst into laughter a few seconds later.
“What is it baby?” I asked Madi as I held the camera up to her, taking a video of her as she opened her presents.
“Puppy!” I giggled as she grabbed happily onto the stuffed dog.
“You loved stuffed animals don’t you sweetheart?” I asked, still taking a video of her as she held it up to my phone.
“Yeah!” Allison was awweing in the background, grabbing Scott’s arm and shaking it. Stiles chuckled from where he sat on the floor in front of the couch.
“Who do you wanna show the puppy to? You wanna show Alli-?”
“Dada!” My head jerked up to her, no longer watching through the phone screen. Allison’s gaze snapped to me, and I shakily tapped the screen, ending the video. She was giggling, and began crawling around. I was staring at Allison with wide concerned eyes. SHe couldn’t have possibly meant Theo, that’s ridiculous. How… no… no that was crazy.
“Alright Mads how about I take you to bed-” Allison stopped when Madi plopped herself into Stiles’ lap.
“ALRIGHT TIME FOR BED” Allison clapped her hands, and scooped up Madison before anything could be said. She whisked the girl out of the room and I heard the door to the nursery shut loudly.
I got up and walked into the kitchen before Stiles could finish. I needed to think. No.. no thinking was bad I needed a drink. Yeah.. yeah a drink. I got down a glass and yanked the cork out of a new bottle of red wine. I poured it, but some spilled on the counter. I groaned, rubbing my face and wishing I could scream. But I yanked out a paper towel to clean it up. Of course a ton of them when I only needed one. Tears sprung in my eyes, and a choked whimper left my lips.
“Hey… hey y/n” I turned to Stiles, and he gave me a gentle expression as he took the towel from my hand and took off the one piece. “What’s wrong?” He asked, wiping my mess off the counter.
“Sh-she she called y-you D-dad” I choked out. “A-and th-that’s great b-but she-she’s not yours” By this point tears were streaming down my face, and Stiles stilled his actions.
“Hey, hey it’s not that bad” He whispered. “It’s not that bad, really she didn’t know”
“Exactly” I whispered, staring down at the floor. “She didn’t know. She just said it how’d she even hear it? Or-or process that-”
“y/n, don’t overthink it, seriously. She’s only two, she’ll learn not to… she’ll learn that that’s not… me” Stiles stepped closer. “She’s only two y/n” I put my face in my hands, and Stiles reached a hand out onto my shoulder. “Come on, come ‘mere” I thumped my head onto his chest, and he chuckled. “I’m sorry y/n”
“No don’t be sorry” I mumbled. I didn’t do anything to hug him back, just had my head pressed against his shirt. “It’s not your fault” His hands rubbed my back.
“I’m still sorry you’re going through it” He said softly, and his chin propped up on my head. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just pulled out of his hold.
“I should go check on her” I said softly, and he nodded.
“Okay” I left the room and went into the nursery, quickly wiping my eyes.
“Oh thank god” Allison said. She was bouncing Madi on her hip. “She just won’t sleep” I giggled softly.
“Awe, come here sweetheart” I said, taking Madi and holding her close to me. “Mommy’s tired, you want to sleep?” Madi nodded, and I smiled softly. “Okay, come on” I hummed taking her over to her crib. “You want all your animals?” I asked, holding onto her new dog. She nodded, and I plopped all her animals in one by one. I saw Allison out of the corner of my eye, shuffle up next to me.
“So, what’d you and Stiles talk about?”
“Allison I don’t know if I wanna talk about that” I mumbled, and she nodded.
“I understand” She responded. “But when you’re ready…”
“I know. You’ll be the first I come to” I assured, stroking my thumb gently over Madi’s forehead to calm her to sleep. Allison smiled at me and leaned up to kiss my cheek.
“I’m going to go home with Scott” She said, and I nodded. “I’ll see you at Lou’s for the morning shift” I nodded again, and watched her leave the room. I sighed and looked down at the crib, then walked over to the rocking chair, plopping down with a sigh.
i might just be too anxious in saying this but… i really hope that if the silhouette in the latest fashion files WAS summer rae, they don’t make breezango break up cause they were fighting over her or anything like that…
now, i know fandango was the one who cut things off with her, and with tyler they had a mutual agreement to break off. it looked more like she was the one that sabotaged the office, so she could totally be screwing with them… but this is wwe, land of horrible writing decisions, we’re talking about… smackdown tends to be better about this kind of stuff, but with how unstable the tag teams have been (i.e. the DIY breakup and the whole thing with Enzo and Cass) i can’t help but worry…
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:
“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.
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.
“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 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!”
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.
Once upon a time, there lived a girl. Her name was Parker and she was a daughter of an art collector Archie Leech . They lived happily in their spacious house, surrounded by paintings of famed artists and various artifacts, brought home from their travels. One late summer Archie came back from his trip with a woman, who he soon later married, and her two daughters. The woman was cold and many times young Parker wondered why her father would be drawn to her.
After a couple of years, Archie fell ill and no doctor in the land could save him. Medication and nursing consumed the bulk of their resources so after his death, the family was in serious debt. Parker’s step-mother didn’t pretend to hide her disappointment and decided that Parker should shoulder the consequences of her fathers demise. From now on, Parker was to take the position of their maid - only fitting, when they couldn’t afford one anymore - and look after the estate. Parker didn’t have a choice but to accept the burden and the accompanying abuse from her step-family.
Meanwhile, the kingdom was in need of an heir to the throne - that was what King Nate heard too often from his advisers. He himself didn’t particularly agree - he wasn’t that old and his son Alec would make an excellent king one day. Alec’s grandmother sympathized but well understood the political situation her grandson would soon end up in so together, they nudged the Prince gently to look for a potential candidate.
For his part, Alec was ambivalent - he could fall in love with someone, surely, but the crucial part of making an heir held no appeal. He
went along with the search for a wife and wondered how he would do it.
Lurking in the background and often in the shadow, was Prince Alec’s loyal bodyguard, Eliot. Spending days and nights by the Prince’s side, he hid his feelings well. Even the Prince himself wasn’t aware of how deep Eliot’s love was, for the bodyguard would never risk being dismissed from his post for inappropriate desires.
Soon, they all would realize that what they needed all along was help from Sophie the Fairy Godmother, or as King Nate liked to call her, the Fairy Meddler.
Tiring but lots of fun! Yosemite was really pretty, really nice views of the waterfalls, but super hot and with all the hiking we did, that was a bummer. We all thought it’d be really cold too, so everyone packed for cold weather. I also got sick the last day of the trip, and it was on the only cold day too ╥﹏╥ 7/10 would do again (Only saying that cause while the games we played were super fun, the hikes were killer ᕕ(╯°□°)ᕗ) Since the trip was super close to the end of the year, once we got back, no one wanted to do anything cause it felt like it should have been summer already. We also came back the week major projects were due, then it was Grad Night at Disneyland (which was really fun, got to ride more than I thought we would), then finals, and finally graduation. And this all happened in a span of three weeks too ಠoಠ Honestly, Yosemite and Disney were a great end to a fun senior year. Thanks for asking!
CATERPILLARS ARE BUTTERFLIES ARE MONARCHS MAKING THEIR WAY HOME.
IT WAS WINTER AND THEY LEFT BUT THERE’S NO ROOM TO LEAVE; THEY STAYED AND ROOSTED IN THE WARMEST PART OF ME.
IT’S SUMMER AND THEY CAME BACK ONLY TO FIND THAT ALL OF ME WAS WARM, HAD BEEN WARMED, AND ALL OF YOU WAS TO BLAME FOR BRINGING THEM HERE AND KEEPING THEM WARM.
THE MONARCHS DON’T CARE.
THEY FIND THEIR HOME IN ME ANYWAY.