Fun of fucking pussy with sister-1

My name is Amit and I am a 21 year old youth, my sister’s name is Sangeeta. Her age is about 26 years. Sister is 5 years older than me. We are from a middle class family and live in a small flat in Mumbai. (Fun of fucking pussy with sister-1)

Our house has a small hall, dining room, two bedrooms and a kitchen. There was only one bathroom and everyone used it. Both our father and mother are employed.

Sister calls me Amit and I call her Didi.

In the beginning, I did not know anything about sex, I used to study in college and there was no girl of my age in our building. That is why I had not yet enjoyed sex nor had I seen any naked girl till now. Yes, sometimes I used to see naked pictures in porn magazines.

When I started getting interested in girls and sex. If there was any girl around my eyes, it was Sangeeta Didi.

Didi was almost of my height, her complexion was very fair and her face and physique resembled Zeenat Aman of Hindi cinema. Yes, her breasts were not as big as Zeenat Aman’s.

I still remember that I masturbated for my first time for my sister.

One Sunday morning, as soon as my sister came out of the bathroom, I entered the bathroom.

I closed the bathroom door and started taking off my clothes. I had a strong urge to pee. After peeing, I started playing with my penis.

Suddenly my eyes fell on Didi’s clothes lying on the edge of the bathroom. Didi had left her nightgown there after taking it off. As soon as I lifted Didi’s nightgown, I saw that Didi’s bra was lying under the nightgown.

As soon as I lifted Didi’s black bra, my penis started getting erect automatically. When I lifted Didi’s nightgown, Didi’s blue panty also fell down from it. I picked up the panty too. Now I had Didi’s panty in one hand and Didi’s bra in the other hand.

Oh God! I am enjoying so much just by kissing Didi’s inner clothes. This is the same bra in which Didi’s breasts were held a while ago and this is the same panty which was wrapped around Didi’s pussy a while ago.

Thinking about this, I was getting surprised and was getting hot inside. I was not able to think what I should do with Didi’s bra and panty.

I took Didi’s bra and panty and touched them from all sides, smelled them, licked them and I don’t know what else I did. I rubbed those clothes on my penis, kept the bra on my chest. I wore Didi’s panty on my erect penis and it was taut on the penis.

Then later I hung Didi’s nightgown on a hanger near the bathroom wall. Then I took a clothespin and pinned the bra to the upper part of the nightgown and pinned the panty near the waist of the nightgown.

Now it seemed as if Didi was standing in the bathroom against the wall and showing me her bra and panty. I immediately went and stuck myself to Didi’s nightgown and started sucking her bra and started thinking in my mind that I am sucking Didi’s breasts.

I started rubbing my cock on Didi’s panty and started thinking that I am fucking Didi.

I was so hot that my cock swelled up and became completely erect and after a while my cock released water and I ejaculated. My cock had released its water for the first time and Didi’s panty and nightgown were wet with my water.

I don’t know how much semen my cock had released but whatever came out was in the name of my Didi.

My first orgasm was so intense that my legs gave up, I was not able to stand on my feet and I quietly sat on the bathroom floor. After a while I regained consciousness and got up and started bathing.

After bathing under the shower I felt a little refreshed and I became fresh. After bathing I took down Didi’s nightgown, bra and panty from the wall and washed my semen from them and kept them down.

After that day this method of masturbation became my favorite. Yes, I got a chance to masturbate in this way only on Sundays, because on Sundays I used to bathe after Didi bathed.

On Sundays I used to lie quietly on my bed and wait for Didi to enter the bathroom and as soon as Didi entered the bathroom I used to get up and when Didi came out of the bathroom I used to enter the bathroom.

My mother and father used to wake up early in the morning and when I used to wake up, my mother would be in the kitchen preparing breakfast and my father would be sitting outside in the balcony reading the newspaper or would have gone to the market to buy some things.

Whenever I masturbated, except on Sundays, I would think that I am inserting my cock in my sister’s juicy pussy. In the beginning, I used to think that how would my sister look when she is naked? Then I started thinking how it would feel to fuck my sister’s pussy.

Sometimes I used to fuck my sister naked in my dreams and when I opened my eyes, my shorts would be wet.

I never told anyone about my thoughts and my dreams, nor did I let my sister know about it.

After finishing my school studies, I started going to college. I also had some girlfriends in college. I also enjoyed sex with two or four of those girlfriends.

Whenever I had sex with a girlfriend, I would compare her with my sister and no girlfriend seemed equal to my sister!

I tried again and again to take my mind off Didi, but my mind would always come back to Didi. I would always think about Didi and about fucking her 24 hours a day.

Whenever I was at home, I would keep looking at Didi, but Didi was not aware of this. Whenever Didi changed her clothes or helped my mother with household chores, I would secretly look at her and sometimes I would get to see her well-shaped breasts (over her blouse).

Living with Didi in our small house sometimes benefited me a lot. Sometimes my hand would touch her body. I was dying to touch Didi’s two full breasts and round buttocks.

My best time pass was to stand in my balcony and look at the road, and when Didi was nearby, I would slowly touch her breasts.

The balcony of our house was such that its length was equal to the street in front of the house and we could see the road by standing on its narrow width.

Whenever I stood on the balcony and looked at the road, I used to stand with my hands folded on my chest and supported by the railing of the balcony.

Sometimes when Didi used to come, I used to move a little aside to make space for Didi and Didi used to come and stand next to me. I used to stand in such a way that Didi had to stand very close to me. Didi’s full breasts used to touch my chest.

The fingers of my hands, which used to rest on the railing of the balcony, used to touch Didi’s breasts.

I used to move my fingers on Didi’s breasts slowly and Didi did not know this. I touched Didi’s breasts with my fingers and saw how soft and smooth her breasts were but still remained taut. Sometimes I used to touch Didi’s buttocks slowly with my hands.

I always used to touch Didi’s sexy body in this way.

I thought that Didi was unaware of my actions and my intentions. Didi was not even aware that her younger brother wanted her naked body and wanted to play with her naked body but I was wrong.

Then one day Didi caught me. That day Didi was changing her clothes in the kitchen. The curtain between the hall and the kitchen was slightly open. Didi was looking in the other direction and was taking off her kurti and her boobs hidden in her bra were in front of my eyes.

Then like everyday I was watching TV and was also looking at Didi from the corner of my eyes.

Didi then suddenly looked at the mirror hanging on the wall in front of me and found me staring at her with my eyes rolling. Didi saw that I was staring at her boobs. Then suddenly my and Didi’s eyes met in the mirror, I felt shy and turned my eyes towards the TV.

My heart was beating fast. I understood that Didi has come to know that I was staring at her breasts. What will Didi do now?

Will Didi tell Mom and Dad? Will Didi be angry with me?

Thousands of questions were going around in my mind like this. I could not muster the courage to look at Didi again.

That day, and for 2-3 days after that, I stayed away from Didi, did not look at her. Nothing happened in these 2-3 days. I became happy and started staring at Didi again.

Didi caught me staring 2-3 times again, but still did not say anything. I understood that Didi has come to know what I want!

Well, as long as Didi has no objection, what do I care and I started staring at Didi happily.

One day Didi and I were standing in the balcony of our house as before. Didi was standing close to my hands and I was moving my fingers lightly on Didi’s breasts.

I felt that Didi might not know that I was moving my fingers on her breasts. I felt this because Didi was still standing close to me.

But I was thinking that since Didi had not objected earlier, she would not say anything now also and I could touch Didi’s breasts comfortably.

We were standing in our balcony and were talking to each other, we were talking about college and sports. There was a street in front of our balcony, so there was some darkness in our balcony.

While talking, Didi caught my fingers, which were moving on her breasts, with her hands and removed them from her breasts. Didi had felt my finger on her breast and she stopped talking for a while and her body became a little stiff but, Didi did not move from her place and stood close to my hands.

When Didi did not say anything to me, my courage increased and I put my whole palm on one of Didi’s soft and round breasts.

I was very scared. I don’t know what Didi will say? My whole body was trembling. But Didi did not say anything. Didi looked at me only once and then started looking at the road. I was also not looking at Didi due to fear.

I was also looking at the road and was slowly caressing one of Didi’s breasts with my hand. At first I was caressing one of Didi’s breasts slowly and then after a while I started pressing Didi’s soft round, soft but taut breast hard with my hands. Didi’s breast was quite big and was not fitting in my palms.

After a while, I felt that the nipples of Didi’s breasts had become erect over her kurti and bra and I understood that Didi had become hot by my fondling of her breasts. The fabric of Didi’s kurti and bra was very soft and on top of that, I felt like I had found heaven by touching Didi’s breasts after her nipples had become erect.

This was my first opportunity to touch the breasts of a young girl. I did not even realize for how long I kept fondling Didi’s breasts. And Didi also did not refuse me even once. Didi stood quietly and kept getting her breasts fondled by me.

While fondling Didi’s breasts, my penis had started to slowly become erect. I was enjoying a lot but suddenly I heard my mother’s voice. On hearing my mother’s voice, Didi slowly removed my hand from her breasts and went to my mother. That night I could not sleep, I kept thinking about Didi’s soft breasts the whole night.

The next day evening, I was standing in my balcony like everyday. After a while, Didi came to the balcony and stood next to me. I stood there quietly for 2-3 minutes, looking at Didi.

Didi looked at me. I smiled softly, but Didi did not smile and started looking at the road quietly.

I said softly to Didi- I want to touch it.

I was not able to say anything clearly to Didi.

And coming closer Didi asked- What do you want to touch?

Didi asked me clearly again.

Then I said softly to Didi- I want to touch your breasts!

Didi then said to me quickly- What do you want to touch, tell me clearly?

I then smiled and said to Didi- I want to touch your breasts, I want to rub them.

“Mom can come now.” Didi said smiling then.

I also smiled and said to my Didi- When Mom comes, we will get to know.

On hearing my words Didi did not say anything and quietly came and stood close to me, but her breasts were not being touched by my hands like yesterday.

I understood that Didi was feeling a little shy of standing close to me today, till now Didi used to stand close to me unknowingly. But today she is feeling shy by deliberately standing close to me because today Didi knew what would happen by standing close to me.

As soon as Didi came closer, I pulled her closer with my hands. Now Didi’s breasts were touching my hands like yesterday. I put my hand on Didi’s breasts.

As soon as I touched Didi’s breasts, I felt as if I had reached heaven. I first touched Didi’s breasts slowly, then squeezed them tightly. Like yesterday, today also Didi’s kurti and the bra underneath it were made of very thin cloth,

and through that I could see Didi’s nipples standing erect. Then I started pressing Didi’s nipples hard with one of my fingers and thumb.

Every time I was pressing Didi’s nipples, Didi was fidgeting and Didi’s face was turning red with shame. Then Didi said to me softly – press slowly, then I would start doing it slowly.

Didi and I were talking about useless things and anyone who saw it would have seen that Didi and I were arguing on some serious matters. But actually I was squeezing Didi’s breasts with my hands, sometimes slowly and sometimes forcefully.

After some time, Mom called Didi and Didi left. This went on for 2-3 days.

I could squeeze only one of Didi’s breasts every day. But actually I wanted to hold both Didi’s breasts with both my hands and squeeze them. But this was not possible while standing in the balcony. I kept thinking about it for two days.

One evening I was sitting in the hall and watching TV. Mom and Didi were preparing dinner in the kitchen. After some time Didi finished her work and came to the hall and sat on the bed. Didi watched TV for a while and then picked up the newspaper and started reading.

Didi was sitting cross-legged on the bed and was reading the newspaper in front of her. My leg was touching Didi. I moved my legs a little further and now my leg was touching Didi’s thighs.

I was looking at Didi’s back. Didi was wearing a black thin T-shirt today and I could also see Didi’s black bra.

I slowly placed one of my hands on Didi’s back and started moving it over her back over the T-shirt. As soon as my hand touched Didi’s back, Didi’s body stiffened.

Didi then asked me in a low voice – what are you doing, have you gone mad, mother will see both of us from the kitchen.

Didi again spoke to me in a low voice.

“How will mother see?” I said to Didi.

“What do you mean?” Didi asked. “What I mean is that the newspaper is open in front of you and if mom looks at us, she will see the newspaper.”

I said softly to Didi.

“You are very smart and naughty!” Didi said softly to me.

Then Didi became quiet and spread the newspaper in front of her and started reading it. I also quietly moved my hand up and down Didi’s right armpit and then bending a little, I placed my hand on Didi’s right breast.

As soon as I placed my hand on Didi’s right breast, Didi shivered and I also started caressing Didi’s right breast with my hand with great ease.

After kneading the right breast for a while, I took hold of Didi’s left breast with my other hand and started kneading both the breasts of Didi together with both hands.

Didi did not say anything and she kept reading the newspaper quietly with the paper spread in front of her. I started lifting Didi’s T-shirt from behind. Didi’s T-shirt was stuck under Didi’s buttocks and so it was not lifting up.

I tried hard but it was of no use. Didi got to know what I was thinking. Didi bent down and lifted her buttocks and I slowly lifted her T-shirt. Now I again started moving my hand up and down on Didi’s back and then put my hand inside the T-shirt. Oh! What a smooth back Didi had.

I slowly lifted her T-shirt completely from her back and made her back bare. Now I started moving my hand on Didi’s back over her bra. As soon as I touched the bra, Didi started trembling.

Then I slowly moved my hand forward from under the armpit with the help of the bra. Then I held both of Didi’s breasts in my hands and started pressing them hard.

Didi’s nipples were erect at this time and I was enjoying pressing them with my fingers. I then comfortably started pressing both of Didi’s breasts with my hands and sometimes started pulling the nipples.

Mom was still cooking in the kitchen. We could clearly see Mom working in the kitchen. I was feeling happy thinking how Didi was letting me play with her breasts and that too when Mom was present in the house.

I then again brought one of my hands to Didi’s back to the hook of her bra and slowly started opening the hook of Didi’s bra.

Didi’s bra was very tight and hence the hook of the bra was not opening easily. But before Didi could realize that I was opening the hook of her bra, the hook of the bra opened and the strap of the bra reached her armpit.

Didi was about to turn her head and say something to me when mother came from the kitchen to the hall, I quickly pulled my hand and pulled down Didi’s T-shirt and fixed the T-shirt with my hand.

Mother came to the hall and was taking something and was talking to Didi.

Didi was also talking to mother without raising her head and keeping her eyes on the newspaper. Mother did not know about our activities and went back to the kitchen.

When mom left, Didi said to me in a low voice- Sonu, fasten the hook of my bra!

“What? I will not be able to fasten this hook.” I said to Didi.

“Why, you can open the hook but cannot fasten it?” Didi said scolding me.

“No, that is not the case Didi. Your bra is very tight!” I said to Didi again.

Didi said while reading the newspaper, I do not know anything, you have opened the bra and now you will fasten it.” Didi said angrily.

“But Didi, you can also fasten the hook of the bra, right?” I asked Didi.

“Stupid, I cannot, I will have to take my hands behind to fasten the hook and if Mom sees, she will know what we were doing.” Didi said to me.

I was not able to understand what to do. I extended my hands from both sides below Didi’s T-shirt and started pulling the strap of the bra. When the strap came forward a little, I tried to hook it.

But the bra was very tight and I was not able to hook it. I was trying again and again and was looking at mom again and again.

Mom had almost cooked dinner and she could come out of the kitchen any time.

Didi said to me, hold this newspaper, now I will have to put the bra strap on.

I put my hand out from the side and held the newspaper in front of didi and didi took her hands behind and started putting the hook of the bra on.

I was watching her hook the bra from behind. The bra was so tight that even didi was having trouble putting the hook on. Finally didi put the hook of her bra on.

As soon as Didi put her hands in front after hooking her bra, Mom came back in the room. Mom sat on the bed and started talking to Didi.

I got up and went towards the toilet, because my cock had become very hot and I had to cool it down.

The next day when Didi and I were standing on the balcony, Didi said to me- We were almost caught last night. I was feeling very embarrassed.

“I know and I am embarrassed about what happened last night. Your bra was so tight that I was not able to hook it.” I said to Didi.

Didi then said to me- I was also facing a lot of difficulty and I was feeling very embarrassed to put my hands behind to put the strap of the bra.

“Didi, how do you put your bra on everyday?” I asked Didi softly.

Didi said- We people! Then Didi understood that I was joking with Didi and said- You will understand yourself later.

Then I said to Didi softly- Can I tell you something?

“Yes!” Didi said quickly.

“Why don’t you wear a bra with front hooks, Didi, I asked Didi?”

Didi then smiled and said, front hook bras are very expensive. I quickly told Didi – it’s okay, don’t worry about the money, I will give you the money.

Hearing my words, Didi said smilingly – you have so much money, come on, give me a 100 rupee note.

I also took out my purse and said to Didi – you take a 100 rupee note from me Didi!

Seeing the 100 rupee note in my hand, she said – no, I don’t want money. I was just joking.

“But I am not joking. Didi, don’t say no and take this money from me.” And I forcibly put that 100 rupee note in Didi’s hand.

Didi kept thinking for some time and she took the note and said- I cannot see you sad, and I am taking this money. But remember I am taking money only this time.

I also told didi- Buy only black coloured bra. I like black coloured bra very much and remember one thing, buy black coloured panty along with black coloured bra didi.

Didi got shy and ran to hit me but I ran inside.

Next day evening I heard didi talking on phone with one of her friends. I heard that didi is asking her friend to accompany her for marketing.

Finding didi alone I said- I also want to go with you for marketing. Can I go with you?

Didi kept thinking for some time and then said- Sonu, I have talked to my friend and she is coming home in the evening and then I have not told even mother that I am going for shopping.

I told Didi- You go and tell mom that you are going to the market with me and see, mom will let you go. Then we will call your friend from outside and tell her that the marketing program has been cancelled and she need not come. Is that okay?

“Yes”, this seems right to me too, I will go and talk to mom!”

And saying this, Didi went inside to talk to mom, mom immediately said yes to Didi to go to the market with me.

That day there was a lot of crowd in the clothes market and I was standing right behind Didi and Didi’s buttocks were touching my thighs.

I was walking behind Didi so that no one would push Didi. Whenever we stood in a footpath shop and looked at clothes, Didi would stand close to me and her breasts and thighs would touch me.

If Didi looked at clothes in a shop, I would also stand close to her and would rub my penis against her buttocks over the clothes and sometimes I would fondle her buttocks with my hands.

We both were doing this and the excuse was the crowd in the market. I felt that Didi was not able to understand all these actions of mine because there was a lot of crowd in the market.

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