me daily with Mansi. After the lunch Mansi would disappear for about
an hour giving us ample opportunity to fuck our minds out.
I was worried on the first day as what Mansi would be thinking about
me. But when she pretended to be ignorant of things happening
between Sheila and me, I got bolder. Mansi and I developed a silent
understanding, and she never talked about Sheila in my presence,
even at the home.
One day, when Mansi brought lunch, she was alone. Sheila was not
with her. Mansi informed that her husband had arrived last night and
took Sheila with her. Suddenly, it was autumn again in my life…the
same monotonous routine was back. Each day, Mansi would bring the
lunch and take back the dishes when I ate it, leaving me alone with
my magazines and my hand caressing my cock from one orgasm to
another.
However, one very important thing, which I failed to notice or rather, I
should say that I noticed quite late, was the behavior of my young
sister, Mansi. Ever since Sheila left the village, she was behaving little
abnormal, but I was so lost in my fantasies that could not sensed it.
Mansi was still bringing my lunch daily afternoon…but she had become
less talkative. She would watch me silently while I ate my lunch…her
eyes continuously boring into me when I was not looking at her.
Whenever, I caught her eyes, she simply turned it away. There was
something in her look, which appeared so familiar yet I could not
guess it.
However, her changed behavior had a positive side to it as she
become more caring about my every need. She began staying late in
the afternoon as if expecting some command from me. Even at the
home she began showing more concern about my liking and disliking.
When I began to notice the change, I was a bit puzzled initially but
didn’t care much as I was the sole beneficiary of her new avatar.
We never talked about Sheila…especially I deliberately avoided the
topic…because it always made me conscious in front of Mansi. I knew
that she was aware of things happened between Sheila and me, and
probably that was the reason why she was behaving shyly in front of
me.
One afternoon, when I sat for eating my lunch, Mansi left the room
and went out. I finished my lunch and looked for Mansi, but she wasn’t
there. I collected the lunch box and dishes and went out. I could not
find Mansi anywhere. I took the dirty utensils outside the pump room
and began cleaning them.
Outside of the pump room, my father had built a small size reservoir;
around six feet by five feet and about four feet deep…it looked more
like a miniature swimming pool. It was mostly used for storing the
water from the pump before directing it to fields by drain lines, but
sometimes we used is as a big size bathtub when the days were pretty
hot. It was always an exquisite feeling to stand in the tank feeling
fresh water from the pump discharge splashing against my body.
While cleaning the dishes, I looked for Mansi. Finally, I could trace
her…she had climbed on the scaffold, and observing the far corners of
our fields.
I finished cleaning the utensils; and went near the scaffold. I called
Mansi to get down and collect the lunch box. She heard me and
immediately lowered her legs on the wooden ladder connected with
the scaffold. I was standing exactly below the ladder.
As she stood on the top bar of the ladder way and proceeded to climb
down, I looked upward. Suddenly, my jaws fell open. Mansi was
wearing a long skirt that day; and from my position, I could see inside
her skirt…her creamy white shapely legs…joining at her delicate thighs
and the pink colored panties covering her pussy mound. My sex
starved cock swelled to an immediate erection.
Unaware of my prying eyes, Mansi descended from the ladder
continually giving me uninterrupted view of her hidden assets. My cock
was throbbing inside my pants. When she came lower, I deliberately
turned my head and moved away from my place. But I could feel my
heart pounding in my chest like a drum, and I was breathing hard.
She got down from the ladder, picked the tiffin box and plates and
looked at me. I gawked at her not knowing what to say.
“I’m going home.” She didn’t seem to notice my awkwardness.
I stood there watching her go…my mind was in turmoil. Just now I had
accidentally peeped inside my sister’s skirt and my body had
responded amorously to that. I was still supporting a throbbing hard
on.
I went inside the room…striped my clothes and stood naked in the
room. I desperately needed a release. I gripped my cock and began
diddling it, trying to think about Sheila but every time my sister’s
creamy thighs came before my eyes.
I fought hard to resist the temptation, trying to divert my thoughts
towards Sheila…but to no avail. I failed and finally surrendered to my
lust and masturbated to a wonderful release while thinking about my
beautiful sister’s creamy thighs and the delicious nest hidden behind
her pink panties.
That episode changed my thinking about my sister. I realized That
Mansi had grown up into a gorgeous woman…a woman whom any man
would love to fuck. That incident also made think more about my
sister; and that’s when I gave a serious thought to her changed
behavior.
I realized that the main thing that was disturbing me was the way my
young sister had been observing me ever since Sheila’s episode. After
the scaffold episode, I could guess what it was…certainly not a sisterly
looks at her brother…it was a stare of a woman who looked at
someone when she was in love. She was behaving more like a lovebird
rather than an innocent sister.
It was only a hunch and I knew that it might be wrong. Still I made up
my mind…I would seduce my young sister…and if succeeded I would
fuck her. My earlier two hunches had proved correct…my landlady in
Mumbai and Sheila were alibi to that…I therefore decide to try my luck
with my sister.
After returning home in the evening, I continuously monitored her
behavior towards me. More I observed…more I became firm in my
belief that my gut feeling was right.
Next day, I eagerly waited for Mansi. She came around one thirty.
When I finished my lunch, Mansi proceeded to collect the plates. I
stopped her.
“Don’t go now. I want to talk to you.”
She looked at me strangely and collecting the plates, she went out.
She returned after five minutes, drying her hands with a towel.
“Come here.” I showed her place on the edge of the bed. She sat
silently looking at me with curiosity. I sat beside her.
“Mansi…ugh…I…” I didn’t know how to began the conversation. “I…
mean…did your hear from Sheila recently.”
“Why…?” She looked at me innocently.
“No…just wanted to know whether she’s any plan to visit here.” I
realized my body was shivering with a strange kind of excitement.
“Not now…but she’ll come in winters.”
I looked into her eyes…again I found that strange look…a look as if
trying to tell me something.
“That’s more than six months…shit.” I swore impatiently.
“Why do you want her here?” Her voice was little agitated…I again
looked at my sister…she appeared jealous…no…she was jealous of her
friend.
“I miss her very much.”
She didn’t reply…but didn’t look pleased either.
“Do you know why I miss her?” My heart began to beat faster.
No answer.
“I know that you’re aware of what happened between Sheila and me.
And I’m sure that you had been peeping on us while I was making love
with her.”
It stuck her at the right place; I carefully observed the changing colors
of her face.
I felt bold.
“You spied on us…isn’t it?”
She looked at me, then her gaze diverted behind me. I turned around.
Mansi was looking at the small window, which was opening in the
pump room. The window could be unlocked from the pump room itself.
My baby sister had probably witnessed each and every fuck session
between Sheila and me.
I looked back at Mansi. Her face was red with embarrassment. She
tried to look back at me but turned her gaze.
“I’m going.” She rose from the bed and tried to leave. I immediately
gripped her hand. She again looked at me.
“Please let me go.” She made a feeble attempt to withdraw her hand…
but I didn’t let her go. I could feel her whole body shivering violently.
I stood from the bed and pull her in my arms. She melted easily in my
arms. I put my hands around her waist and gripped her body in my
arms…my lips hovering just above her moist lips. I could feel her hot
breath burning my lips.
I gently lowered my lips over hers, kissing her soft rosy lips. Mansi
closed her eyes…her body shook violently in my arms.
My lips traced along her cheeks…near her right ear.
“You’re very beautiful Mansi.” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper.
“I love you.” My tongue gently stroked her earlobe. She body again
shivered wildly…her breathing hard and erratic…her eyes remained
closed.
My hands slowly traveled to her buttocks, gently squeezing and
releasing her tight melons. Her ass cheeks were smaller than Sheila’s
but they were taut and spongy. Again, I brought my lips over hers and
kissed her hard. My one hand left her right ass and slowly traveled
over her thighs…to her pleasure mound hidden beneath her salwar.
Gently, I stroked her pussy mound through the material of her clothes.
Mansi moaned lightly.
My hand felt her cunt. I just could not believe…I was petting my little
sister cunt and she was enjoying it.
It was not possible for me to observe restraint anymore. I fumbled
with the cord of her salwar and undid it. The salwar slipped on the
floor. I could feel my heart beating like a drum and my fingers shaking
as I again touched her between her thighs through her panties…my
fingers getting first feel of her quivering pussy lips.
I broke the kiss and let her free of my arms. Before she could move, I
gripped her kurta from the hem and lifted it off her body. Mansi raised
her hands to help me in removing her kurta. I lift it off her head and
tossed on the side.
Mansi was standing before me…in the white cotton bra and panties.
The face scarlet with shame…I looked into her eyes…smiling lewdly.
Mansi could not meet my eyes and covered her face with hands. I
hugged her again in my arms…my trembling hands running all over
her delicate curves.
I helped her sit on the corner of the bed and sat beside her. My hands
moved to her breasts…feeling her soft spongy boobs. Then I took my
hands behind her and unhooked her bra, released it off her shoulders
and let it slide along her body. Her majestic tits were suddenly free.
Mansi’s tits were smaller than Sheila’s, but they appeared firm and
pliant. They had natural sag…her nipples already hard with excitement.
Her dark brown areolas looked magnificent. I brought my hands to her
creamy tits and squeezed them hard.
Mansi whimpered with joy.
“Ohhh…Mansi,” I gently kneaded her both nipples simultaneously.
“Your boobs are so soft…so delicate.”
Her nipples were standing out, demanding to be sucked. Her firm
smooth breasts looked every bit as inviting as the rest of her.
“Ahhh…!” She whispered erotically, her eyes were delirious with lust.
“Ohhh…it feels so good.”
With one hand, I continued pinching her teats; with other I unzipped
my fly and pulled my boner out of my pants. Relieved off its confine, it
stood triumphantly…like a rigid flagpole.
“Ohhh…ma!!!” Mansi exclaimed as she witnessed my erect organ…her
voice trembling with excitement. “It’s so big…” “You liked it.” I asked
proudly.
She smiled shyly. I took her hand and kept it over my rigid shaft. Her
fingers immediately encircled the shaft, and she began moving her
fingers over my cock. I felt like an electric shock running through my
loins, my cock jerked in her soft grip.
I mauled her tits roughly with my hand, causing her to whimper with a
lustful pain. My fingers sank into the soft, creamy flesh. I slowly
leaned over and brought my hungry mouth to her erect nipple. She
watched me as I stuck my tongue out, and stroked her teats with the
tip.
“Umh… bhaiya (brother).” She moaned forcing her sticking nipple into
my mouth. “Suck it.”
I greedily took her nipple between my lips. My hands roamed over her
soft smooth body slowly tracing it for to her belly button and the to
her hidden mound of pleasure. I bit on her nipples, my teeth pinching
hard her swollen tips. My fingers slowly moved inside her panties
elastic band and for the first time, I touched the soft curly hair
covering my sister’s cunt lips; her cunt was wet…soaking wet. I ran my
finger along her cunt lips feeling the wetness sticking to my fingers.
Mansi closed her eyes again and moaned. Her hands were still gripping
my rampant cock, her palm gently massaging along my cock length,
stroking the thick, throbbing cock-shaft.
I sucked her boobs, alternating between each of them, working my
wet tongue over her creamy globes, slurping and licking vehemently
until her tits were covered with my saliva.
“They're delicious.” I murmured.
She responded by coarsely squeezing and releasing my cock. She
unbuckled my pants and pulled them off my legs; I helped her by
lifting my ass off the bed. She removed my pants and began playing
with my cock again.
“Mansi…”
“Yeah…”
“Did you really watch when I fucked Sheila?”
“Yessss…” Her face flushed once again. She began fondling my balls.
“You watched it daily…I mean…each time.”
She looked at me, little perplexed.
“You like my cock.” I gave her a smile.
“Ohhh…yessss…” She cupped my balls, squeezing them softly. “It’s so
big. I watched it move in and out of Sheila’s…c…ugh…hole. It looked
terrific. How did she take whole of it inside her.”
I winked at her. “You’ll find out very soon.” I remarked lewdly. Then
took her head and slowly bent it over my cock, until her lips touched
the flaring head of my cock.
“Suck it.” I grunted. “Like Sheila…”
Mansi knelt between my legs. I spread my legs to provide her better
access. Mansi appeared to be mesmerized by my monster…probably
her first cock of her life. I knew that I was better endowed than many
people…at least my landlady in Mumbai and Sheila were there to
vouch for it.
She gripped my cock at the base and gently rubbed it over her lips. A
small drop of precum spread over her moist lips.
“It’s so beautiful…so thick!!” She whispered trying to measure the
circumference with her grip.
She slid her hand up and down the whole length of the shaft, from my
thick thatch of jet-black hair to its glistening head.
She stuck her hot tongue out and she touched the tiny peehole. She
wet it with her saliva licking the bulbous head from one side to other.
Then she opened her lips wide and took the cock head between her
hot lips.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…!” That all I could mutter…feeling the flow of
extreme rapture flowing through my body. I forced my cock deep into
her sucking mouth causing her to gag for a moment. Then I eased my
cock and drew it backward. Relaxed, she groped the base and took the
remaining length inside her mouth.
Mansi reached below the jutting cock-shaft and cupped my pendulous
balls in her hand, caressing and squeezing them as she suck on my
cock.
“Lick my balls…Mansi.” I grunted. “Take them in your mouth.”
She obliged me by taking one of my balls inside her mouth and
sucking it hard letting hot waves of pure lush through my body. She
ran her tongue across my entire scrotum, as she took each ball into
her mouth and washed it around. Satisfied with her effort she again
diverted her attention to my cock and took it in her mouth.
My long abstinence from a woman was about to take its toll, as I found
more and more difficult to hold my ejaculation.
