Having known that her husband married her more for her beauty and innocence to start cheating on her with his real lover, Misha became attracted to her own brother while being alone with him at the peak of her sexual arousal. It started with a simple head massage, a bra show, and getting into just underwear in front of his little brother shamelessly. Her desire is getting more naughty day by day, just like that of the naughty boy.
Chapter 4 – Night shift
Even after his sister went inside her bathroom and closed the door, the vision of her jiggling ass didn’t leave Rahul’s mind. He never imagined himself saying how good his older sister looked in her underwear a few days ago. He never saw her legs under her long skirt during childhood and getting a view of them in her underwear after her marriage, during the peak of her beauty, was like a dream.
He was becoming addicted to his elder sister’s panty and bra. His penis had become so hard that his jeans had become quite uncomfortable. He decided to change into some comfortable clothes.
He walked out of his sister’s room, gently closing the door behind him as the baby was sleeping. He was only halfway across the living room when the main door opened and his brother-in-law, Vinod, walked in with the lady that rented a room in their house. Rahul instantly became nervous. That young lady, at whom he never stared, was scrutinizing his hard-on. That made Rahul embarrassed, and he turned away slightly. She giggled without making Vinod notice, trying not to embarrass the kid further.
Vinod: “Hey buddy,” he greeted him as the tenant moved to her room, with her eyes fixed on Rahul’s pants until she closed the door, relaxing him.
Rahul: “Hi brother-in-law, you’re home early,” he said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice and the hard-on he got while staring at his wife.
He looked at the clock. It showed five pm. Vinod wasn’t supposed to be home until ten. Lately, work has been pretty hectic at his office. Rahul was neither aware of his secret relationship with the tenant nor was he aware that she was one of Vinod’s cousins. Normally, Vinod was gone before he woke up in the morning, and by the time he came back, little Rahul was asleep.
Vinod: “Yeah buddy! In fact, my work shift changes tomorrow. Its night shift for the next three months,” he said.
His voice sounded tired.
Vinod: “Where’s my princess, your sister?” he asked.
Rahul: “I think she’s taking a bath.”
Vinod sat on the sofa and leaned back. His shirt was damp with sweat. Rahul switched on the fan for him.
Rahul: “I’ll make you some tea.”
He didn’t think Vinod heard him. His eyes were closed.
Rahul went to the kitchen to fix up some tea for the three of them. His sister didn’t allow him to mingle with the tenant, and the latter didn’t even try so. He wasn’t allowed to question her ‘‘why’’ since during those days his sister wasn’t that sweet as she was during the recent days with him. She was a harsh sister, always strict regarding results, discipline and cleanliness.
Ten minutes later, he walked into the living room with three cups of tea on a tray. His sister had finished her bath and changed into fresh clothes. She was drying her hair with a towel while her husband filled her in about his new work shift. She seemed to be upset about him working so much, but actually, she didn’t care. Misha knew that it was another plot to spend more time with his secret lover, the tenant.
Rahul kept the tray on the small table in front of the sofa and offered Vinod a cup. Rahul took a second one and offered it to his sister. She dropped the towel on the arm of the sofa and took the cup from him. Her fingers grazed his as she did this. She smiled at him, a smile that meant something different for just the two of them.
Rahul didn’t get to hang out with his sister that night. After dinner, he finished his homework and went to bed around ten. He was angry at his brother-in-law’s new shift and having to do homework despite the fact that the exam was over, few days of school were left before school vacation.
The next morning, too, he didn’t get a chance to talk to his sister. Rahul had to leave for school early for a special class. School seemed like a never-ending bad dream that day. Class after class, across subjects, the topic was pretty difficult to understand. It was a preparation class for next year.
In between, he would fall into daydreams about his sister’s lingerie, her pillowy breasts and meaty ass.
Somewhere in the midst of a dream, realization hit him. His brother-in-law’s new work shift meant that he would miss their after-school oil massage sessions with his sister. After that, he was distracted for the rest of the day. Rahul was really worried as this meant that he would not get to see his sister’s hot body again.
When he reached home, he found his brother-in-law napping on the sofa. His sister was in the kitchen making tea. He hung around her as she was making tea. A couple of quiet minutes went by.
Rahul: “Didi?” he called tentatively.
Misha: “Mmmm?”
Rahul: “Did you take your bath?” he asked her, dreading the situation, if she had already taken her bath.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she handed him a cup of tea and asked him to give it to Vinod. She took her own cup and went into her bedroom.
He was so sad and he didn’t even drink the cup of tea she had left in the kitchen for him. He went into his room, threw his bag on the floor, and lay down on the bed. He fell asleep, silently cursing his brother-in-law and his new work shift.
Vinod: “Hey, wake up, young man. Don’t you have any homework to do?” It was his brother-in-law’s voice that woke him up.
He slowly sat up on his bed, groggy and disoriented from the abrupt wake-up call.
Vinod: “I’m leaving for the office. See you tomorrow morning, buddy. I’ll be back at seven in the morning. I’m going; the tenant is waiting for we work together in the same office. Your sister asked me to wake you up,” he said and disappeared.
He looked at the small timepiece on his study table. It was eight o’clock. He jumped out of his bed and sat down at the table, remembering the ton of homework he had to do as part of next year’s preparation, despite exams were over.
Ten minutes later, his sister appeared at his doorway. She was so quiet that he didn’t notice her at first.
Misha: “Busy?” she asked, her voice betraying a hint of teasing.
Rahul: “I’ve got homework,” he said, still upset at her indifference from the last evening.
Misha: “Maybe if you wake up early in the morning you can finish it. Besides, exams are over, and that homework is just to keep you busy in the few days before vacation,” she offered, knowing Rahul was a brilliant student who would catch up quickly.
He didn’t say anything.
Misha: “Anyway, I’ve decided to take my baths at night from now on, and I thought you should know,” she explained before turning around and leaving.
He found himself at her door two minutes later. He had changed into loose shorts and a t-shirt.
Rahul: “Can I come in, Didi?” as he knocked on her door.
Misha: “Don’t you have homework?”
He could hear her soft giggles from inside.
Rahul: “I’ll finish them tomorrow morning,” he said meekly.
Misha: “Alright then, come.”
He went in and closed the door. She was sitting at the foot of the bed. The baby was awake and smiling at the ceiling. He patted the space beside where she was sitting. Slowly, he walked towards her and sat down at the spot she’d shown. She was wearing her usual pink track pants and t-shirt pajamas.
Misha: “You have to follow me loyally for it to advance, my little brother, you understand?” she said, almost whispering.
He just nodded his head.
Misha: “No rushing, no questions. I’m your elder sister and you obey me, alright?”
Rahul: “Yes didi,” he said, cursing himself for being so needy in the evening.
She stood up and shifted her gaze to face him. Her hands went to the hem of her t-shirt and gently pulled it up and over her torso. She was wearing the lacy white bra they had bought the day before. His penis started growing in his shorts at the sight of her plump breasts contained so tightly inside that small bra.
Wasting any more time, she pulled down her track pants, bringing into his view the matching white thong-like panty. She picked up the discarded clothes and threw them into the laundry basket, turning her back to him in the process. Her majestic ass came into view. She knew that no one was going to catch her being filthy in front of her little curious brother as they were alone.
It was so hot that each small movement of her legs caused her ass cheeks to jiggle. The small triangular patch of cloth, thinning as it came down and disappearing into the crevice that split her ass into two perfectly round ass cheeks, was heavenly. She truly had a heart-shaped ass.
She sat down on the chair in front of the mirror and started the routine. It felt a little weird as it was dark outside the window. Usually, the natural light of the evening sun caused a unique effect on her body. In the bright light of the red bulb, it was different, the colour jumped out at him.
She took her sweet time applying oil to her hair and asked him to make the baby sleep by singing a nice song. That was too erotic. He had nothing to complain about and shortly the baby’s eyes were closed. He then sat there silently on the bed staring at his sister’s hot body. Just the wind waves blowing outside were listenable.
Misha: “Time for my massage,” she announced ten minutes later.
He went and stood behind her. Just as his hands were about to touch her head, he heard her speak.
Misha: “Wait, you know what, my shoulders feel a bit stiff. I think I’d like a shoulder rub tonight,” she said.
She pulled her hair up and tied it in a bun. With slightly shivering hands, he touched her shoulders. Before he started massaging, she spoke again.
Misha: “Unhook my bra and do a ‘proper’ massage,” she said, emphasis on the word ‘proper’.
He had trouble controlling his excitement. He had to try hard to steady his hands as he unhooked his sister’s bra. Misha understood his trembling hand problem.
Misha: “Close your eyes. Can I trust you?”
Rahul: “Yes didi! If you want, you can tie a cloth over my eyes.”
Misha: “Why so baby? Can’t I trust you for such a small demand?”
Closing his eyes, he tried to win her confidence, something that was useless.
He expected her to shrug the white bra off her breasts, but she didn’t move. She’d rather guided his hand over her neck.
Misha: “Take it all the way off of me,” she told him.
Her voice had taken on a slightly commanding tone. He hooked his fingers underneath her shoulder straps and pushed them down over her arms. He didn’t dare open his eyes as he knew his sister would know through the mirror.
In the mirror, Misha saw that the cups of her bra had slid down, exposing her nipples. She asked him to close his eyes and not feel embarrassed about showing her boobs. Her lust and yearning were huge, but she was his elder sister and that couldn’t be changed. Rahul had to bend over her to pull the bra off her body, getting an amazing top touch of her bare breasts.
Having his eyes closed was another kind of excitement. It was way better than having his eyes open, as he was allowed to touch them more meticulously. His feeling sense was at work and he knew that he had to display his erotic performance to entice his elder sister.
Misha: “My breasts feel better, less constrained now.”
He started with the massage, slowly working his way around her shoulder. He put mild pressure on the area around her collar bone, giving the muscles a nice workout. His fingers pulling at the skin of her shoulders caused tiny ripples on her breasts. It was amazing to feel how her body was shivering.
She glanced at his face a few times in between. His eyes were closed.
Rahul’s hands started touching more and more skin with the passing of time. He witnessed as his fingertip flew over the oily skin. Her body became restless and she became agitated out of excitement. He was massaging the top part of her breasts just below her collar bone.
She didn’t object. She was craving for a nice boobs’ massage, something she never got from her cheating hubby. Vinod didn’t even have time to stare at her boobs. She was no more than a pretty fuck-toy with a nice pussy to release his semen while thinking of his lover. That made her more attracted to her own brother.
Rahul started getting bolder with each downward pass of his massaging hands, covering previously unmassaged skin. On one such occasion, her voice startled him.
Misha: “You can go lower if you want.”
The sexy voice in which she said it almost made his cream his shorts.
It was a now or never kind of moment. He lowered his hands and grabbed both her tits in his tough palms. They were smooth yet big and firm. He detected not even a sign of sagginess. Rahul knew his sister’s boobs were at the peak of their beauty and bequeathed her a stunning load, ignoring that they were full of milk. Rahul was unable to handle his quivering hands as he moved further.
Misha: “uhhh… mmm,” he heard her moan softly.
He started squeezing his sister’s big breasts thoroughly, feeling their full measure in his hands. Her nipples got really hard and were poking the inside of his palms. They were harder than her boobs, which were smooth like a pillow. He detected various pimples near her nipples. That excited him as the spot was much larger, a large areola. He confirmed it with his fingers circling it.
Misha: “Gently little bro, maybe you could use some oil,” she suggested.
His hands left her tits for a moment.
Rahul: “Didi, your boobs are very big.”
Misha: “I know, honey,” as she looked shyly into his eyes to confirm if it was closed.
She poured a generous amount of oil into his palms and he slapped it gently onto her tits like a blind. Then he continued squeezing and kneading the soft tits’ flesh, giving them a good massage.
Rahul: “Were they always that big, didi?”
Misha: “No, when I was still in school like you, it was very tiny.”
Rahul: “Really?”
Misha: “Yes baby, that made me feel so depressed. Then a friend advised me to massage them regularly, and today they are big.”
Rahul: “We were living in the same room, but I never saw you doing that.”
Misha: “You were too young to do that in front of you,” as she laughed.
He realized she was just teasing him.
Rahul: “I bet your nipples weren’t too tiny. I remember seeing them poking through your nightdress.”
Misha: “What, weren’t you ashamed of spying on your elder sister’ boobs. I wasn’t wearing a bra those days because it was useless.”
Rahul: “It wasn’t on purpose and I didn’t even saw you massaging them.”
Misha: “Maybe I was feeling too shy at that moment. I always waited for you to sleep so I could perform that by going under the blanket. OOhhh, oooohh”
His moves got fiercer as he got excited. His sister’s breath was quickening and her moans were getting louder, and she stopped the conversation. Then he tried something new. As he massaged her breasts, he would try to catch her long, hard nipples in the gap between his fingers and pinch them. The first time he did it, she screamed.
Misha: “Aah!” her throaty scream echoed in the bedroom as she witnessed a nice shot of her milk getting ejected.
Apparently, though, he was unaware of that.
Misha: “Do that again,” she commanded.
He complied. He ran his palm over her oily tits’ flesh, capturing her hard nipples in the gap between his middle finger and ring finger. Then he squeezed gently, careful not to hurt her.
Misha: “Again, keep doing that, my little baby,” she encouraged him.
Hence, he kept pinching her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. Her sister’s moans were getting more and more urgent.
As her milk began to drip from her swollen nipples, she squeezed the chair furiously. Unknowingly, her younger brother was deviously spraying streams of her milk onto the filthy mirror. She then bent slightly, turning her squirting tits towards her bare thighs, spraying them with breast milk. Unknowingly, she placed her right hand inside her panty and plunged her middle finger in and out of her juicy pussy entrance.
Misha: “Yeah… mmm… yeah… mmm, baby, with more force. Didi wants you to stretch her nipple as long as you can,” she cooed as she fingered herself.
He pressed her stiffened nipples harder and increased the pace of his massage as he observed her responding to it. She had opened her legs wider and was moving her hips in a thrusting motion. He was sure she was fucking an imaginary cock in her mind.
Misha: “Yeah… yeah… mmm… oh baby, press your didi big nipple harder.”
Her moans attained a crescendo, letting out a shrill scream all of a sudden as her finger got deeper inside her damp pussy and all movement stopped. Her body became still.
His hands were still on her breasts. He continued with a soft massage for a few seconds and took his hands off her mountainous boobs after giving them a couple of parting squeezes.
His sister was motionless, with her eyes closed for a few more seconds, removing her finger to place it inside her mouth. She was savoring her own pussy juice.
Then she stood up slowly, using the dressing table for support. She took a couple of steps and stood facing him while her hand reached over the fallen bra and placed it as a cover to hide her swollen milky nipples.
Misha: “Open your eyes, baby.”
He saw her with an oily chest. With blind eyes, he almost emptied the oil bottle for that special massage. He neither got any hint of her boobs’ massage pleasure nor where her hand was while he was massaging her nipples. Or rather, lactating her boobs. That was partially the source of her pleasure in moaning so uncontrollably.
Misha: “That was wonderful, my dear brother,” she said, a little shyly for moaning so loudly in front of him.
His eyes couldn’t leave his white bra and cleavage.
Misha: “Now I want to give you one thing,” she said as she moved to the bathroom, her ass jiggling like jelly all the way.
He looked at her perplexed for a moment. Then she bent behind the door of the bathroom with only her head and cleavage out.
Misha: “I’m pulling down my dirty panty, do you want it honey” she said teasingly.
He was shocked. As she did so, she brought it into his view.
Misha: “Young boys are usually mad about their sister’s dirty panty.”
He was silent. He saw that the front of her panty was wet and sticky. She threw it over the floor toward him. He took it. She laughed naughtily as she anticipated that.
A faint smell tickled his nose, the smell of his sister’s wet pussy. He took a long breath in front of her. That made her face die with shyness. Yet, that excited her as she plunged her middle finger inside that damp cunt behind the door. He was getting the scent inside his lungs.
Misha: “You can keep it tonight, but it needs to be in the laundry basket before your brother-in-law comes home tomorrow.”
Then she turned around and closed the door.
He took the panty and ran to his room. He pulled down his shorts and lay down on his bed. He caught hold of his throbbing dick and started rubbing it with his elder sister’s panty. The panty was the one that she was wearing just a moment ago. The panty was the one in which she was having an orgasm while he was massaging her.
He rubbed it on his dick like he was fucking it. The pre-cum from his dick made the cloth even wetter. It mixed with her sister’s pussy juice, making the smell stronger. It didn’t take long for him to feel that the sperm was ready to flow. Days of cum were ready to dispose of it within seconds.
He came inside his sister’s panties, spurts after spurts of white milky semen. He rubbed his dick clean with it.
He then went back to his sister’s room. She was still in the bathroom. He could hear her humming the song he had sung for her the other day. Then he did something naughty. Instead of putting the dirty panty inside the laundry basket, he put it down, fully spread, at the foot of her bed, and he left.
He went to bed thinking that if she wanted, she could put the panty near her nose and smell his cum, if not taste it.
To be continued…