Recently the two studs she was really attracted to, in spite of all her shame, were her own brother and son. Yes, yes, yes! Daya thought miserably, groaning with frustrated lust. It had turned her on so, so much when Tappu had fondled her ass she’d had to send him to her mother or she would have wound up fucking him.
And now… the completely accidental sight of her brother’s enormous cock, his massive tube of fuck-meat hanging so enticingly between his young, muscular legs. A sudden image of herself sucking her brother’s giant cock flooded into her mind. She imagined herself on her knees, whipping her fist, furiously up and down his big, stiff prick, slurping loudly and shamelessly on his cock-knob. The flush in her cheeks turned nearly crimson, and she realized that she’d lost all control over herself. `Yes, oh, yes’, she thought dazedly. I need to fuck my own brother !’
Shaking with lust, the fuck-hungry sister impulsively left the bathroom and went to the Worship-room for puja. During the puja she couldn’t concentrate on chanting mantras as her brother’s huge shaft was floating in her mind. After some hardships Daya went to her brother’s room for the sacred ” Rakhibandhan”. She knocked lightly, her heart pounding in her chest. It’s open, she entered his bedroom, her big, firm tits were jiggling without bra and blouse as she moved.
Actually after the great threesome with the two so-called decent housewives ( actually call-girls ) Anjali Meheta & Roshan Shodi of Gokuldham Society, Sundar always dreamt about their super sexy figures. But sometimes his elder sister Daya’s voluptuous body also flashed in his mind and he felt guilty himself for such nasty thoughts about his religious minded holy sister. Completing his bath that day Sundar was waiting for the great “Rakhibandhan” which he never missed till now, with a Bermuda pant only and the light from the window shining on his lean, bare torso. Daya stared shamefully at his bulging crotch as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“What’s up, Bahena ?” Sundar asked, grinning.
Daya whispered, “Sundar, every year in this great day I tie a Rakhi on your hand, but this year I want to tie it on your third hand, I mean on your extremely large… um penis… I mean c….o….ck…mean lu…n…d ?”
Sundar looked at his respected elder sister curiously, surprised by her boldness. Daya instantly felt her cunt throbbing even harder as she realized that her brother was trying to look at her big tits. Deliberately, she squirmed in a way that made her only synthetic saree ( without blouse and bra ) slide from her shoulder slightly, so that he could see even more of her deep, spongy cleavage.
The saree now slid more, exposing her navel and girlishly-rounded belly, and the inner slopes of her enormous, milk-white tits. Sundar stared hungrily at his elder sister’s tits, and Daya suppressed a moan as she saw the obvious stiffening of his formidable prick under the pant.
With a wicked grin Sundar boldly replied,” Ohhh my dear Bahena, I was dreaming that also for a long time but haven’t the courage to express it. OK you can do that but before that you have to remove your saree also.”
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