He kissed her; pressed and sucked at her breasts. And his cock regained its length and girth. She lifted her legs and encircled his waist with them. And thus they became ready for the second show.
After the first class fucks of that day, Suma became crazy after her brother’s cock; and it was she, who made the first move since then to their love making sessions. Rest of his vacation they spent fucking in all sort of positions described in that sex book.
At the end of that blissful vacation, he went away to his college hostel in another town. She too immersed in her studies to face her school final exams.
*
Once his final exams of were over, Bala returned home with full of dreams and plans to lead a lovemaking life with his sister Suma, but to his shock, she had gone out of their home and their home town, married. Heart broken, Bala decided not to see his sister ever again in his life. And he stopped caring for this mundane life; and was roaming unshaved and unkempt.
He was not interested to attend functions like wedding, where lot of happy people would gather. But he had to arrive at this wedding, purely on the insistence of his mother. And the first day was programmed for the engagement and the second day, for wedding. In the first day itself he had the fate to meet his sister and that too with her husband and she having a big belly. On the same day night, to get rid of his painful thoughts that ran around his sister, he resolved to hang himself.
*
His mother, after coming out of her grief, pulled him to her bosom and sighed.
– Why Bala, why this? What made you to take this extreme step?
– I met that devil, whom I intend to meet never in this life.
– Who?
– That who promised me that she’d never leave me. And today, she dare comes in front of me with her husband and the big belly he gave her.
– Don’t you love her?
– Not now.
– What’s the point, then, in killing yourself?
– ‘Cause the memories of her kills me.
– O my poor child! Come to mamma.
Santha enclosed him in her embrace and crushed him against her boobs. He buried his face in her jumbo breasts and wept again. She ran her hands on his back as if soothing him, but slowly moved them down to his bums. Her body warmed up. She then moved one of her hands to his front on his crotch and cupped it. Startled, he stopped his sobs and was keen on his senses, in disbelief. He felt her hand, to his shock, pressing on his crotch. He raised his eyes to spy at her face. She smiled down at him and gave a nice squeeze to his crotch. He gasped, but a warm sensation spread throughout his body and his thing in between his legs stirred. She could sense the change in the bulge in between his legs. He felt ashamed; hence tried to wriggle out, but she held him in her firm grip.
– Relax. Mum will take care.
– Mummy?
– Better to switch to an alternate.
– But mummy…
– Nothing is sin in a life and death situation.
She kissed him squarely on his mouth. And he relaxed, but his cock strained to its full length. She put her hand under his clothes and pulled it out. It was huge with a sticky dew drop at the slit of its shining head. She feasted her eyes on its beauty and ran her hand on it, up and down, smearing its dew drops on her moving palm. He looked up at her face. She bored down into him with her large eyes darkened with liner.