Born the younger child to wealthy professionals. An uneventful childhood other than the fact that I was an extraordinarily pretty child who grew up to be a a lovely young girl. A highly Westernised upbringing joined with strong patriarchy in my parents meant I had an over protected and rather lonely life with no experience of the small joys and vicissitudes that characterises ever child’s life. The only companions I really had were my piano and my Kuchipudi anklets. Yes Kuchipudi- dont ask why my hyperwesternised patents chose it- but I loved it and was really good at it.
I did have one great joy in my life. My brother, five years older than me- he was in temperament everything I was not. Rebellious, social and passionate. What we shared was intense physical beauty and an intense emotional attachment. I was the gentle Chaitra that heralded his torrid Grishma. He was the glorious Surya to be followed by my mellow Sandhya.
Akshay was my lodestar. He was the acme of perfection in my eyes. That is until I grew old enough to experience the unsure passions of the lonely girl. I had no one to share my lustful thoughts and I had only one young male to share my time. To my fortune the young man was perfect specimen of male beauty and to my misfortune that male was my brother. Tall, dusky, broad shoulders, chiselled face, sparkling laughter, bright eyes and friendly- which maiden wouldn’t lose her mind to such a young prince.
अपनी सेक्स लाइफ को बनाये सुरक्षित, रखे अपने लंड और चुत की सफाई इनसे!
I did not know that there was another complication. The young man, who was exposed to plenty of adoring young and old women, had space only for me in his heart and mind. As I grew into a lovely young woman, that feeling had, keeping with his torrid and passionate nature turned to an unquenchable lust. The unattainability of his passion was driving him mad. The only things that seemed to keep him alive were his academic achievements, his sporting activities and I did not know at the time… mindless rutting with any woman who threw herself on him.
When I was turning into a young woman, the sight of his bare body, the touch of his fingers, the sparkle of his eyes, turned on strange emotions in me. Emotions that tightened my breasts, quickened my breath and brought moisture to the junction of my thighs. I started avoiding him, not knowing that this worsened his agony.
He entered Medical School – the premier institution in the country, made very good progress, represented the country in swimming and fucked every girl he could. Three years into his medical education, when he was twenty years old, I accidentally got a picture of him. It had fallen next to bed- I would wander into his room and lie down on his bed, when no one were at home.
The picture was of him in a sleeveless vest and shorts smiling at a party. I took the picture to my room. I sat on my ged staring at the picture. I started feeling warm as I looked at the picture. Without my realising it I had started stripping. I sat naked on the bed looking at his picture. I suddenly felt shy and wrapped a dupatta around me- my budding breasts, my slender waist and my tender thighs. I brought the picture to my lips and then to my heart. The picture touched my swelling buds through the duppatta….it was as if he had placed his lips on my buds.
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I held his picture in one hand and gently touched myself with the other hand. It was the first time that my fingers had this sensuous yearning as I touched my lower lips and the hooded knob at the entrance… my eyes on his handsome face, my fingers on my pussy and my mind imagining his powerful male form taking me… I had the first orgasm of my life…
After that. I would go often to his room and play with myself sitting on his bed. Even when not in his bedroom, his presence was powerful. His aroma, his clothes and his things- I felt him present and each time I played with myself on his bed and in his bedroom, I came powerfully. I gradually started exploring his bedroom, his bathroom, his perfumes, his shirts, his jeans, his boxerbriefs, his cufflinks, his ties, his shaving cream, his toothbrush… I was alone at home most of the time and spent a large part of that time in his room, on his bed. You are reading brother sister incest story on Indian Adult Story dot com.
I would take a shower in his bathroom with his shower gel, use his bathrobe, dry myself with his towel in front of his mirror. I once sat in front of his bathroom mirror with his shaving cream on my face. I would use his toothbrush to clean my teeth…
I would look for pictures lying about- never got to use computers very well and did not want to get caught up in passwords etc. I did find some pictures of a party where he was in speedos, shirtless, in wet clothes… and transported these to my room. I had a large poster of Johnny Depp next to my mirror and underneath the poster were these sexy pictures of the only hunk in my life.
Then there was the day I came hime early, unexpectedly and was witness to his raw sexual acts. I also saw how much he cared for me. Then there was the day my aunt teased him and I started understanding that he loved me with a passion as well. He put all his frustration into studying and sports and I into music and dance. I was never great at academics. My teachers found it hard to believe I was his sister.
One day after the incident of my aunt’s comment, I ran into Asha, the girl he was having sex with when I came home unexpectedly. She was waiting in the garden for him and I had just returned from my Kuchipudi class. She called out to me and as I approached her, she put a piece of paper on which she had scribbled something, into my hands.
I came in when I heard footsteps. I stood still. It was Akshay, who came down the stairs. He was looking like a young god in his blue shirt and black jeans. He looked at me in my Kurta and churidhar, hair flowing down till my waist. He came near me, touched my face and then swiftly moved away and I could hear his bike, with Asha on the pillion, her arms around his waist… I could not tolerate anymore and rushed to my room.
His wallet was near my bed… he had been in my room… doing what? My head reeled as I sat on the bed with his wallet in my hand. He came in like a tornado… rushing in and stopped at the sight of his wallet in my hand. I looked up and saw the lust and passion in his eyes. He came to me, took the wallet and put it in his pocket. Then he saw me again… he sat next to me… and pulled me down on the bed… as we lay half sprawled on the bed, he came close to me and his lips took possession of mine.
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His lips were hard against mine, as his tongue came seeking the privacy of my mouth. The hot saliva on his hard tongue mingled with mine as his tongue explored my mouth. Then he drew my tongue out, to introduce to his mouth. I could feel his breath grow hotter and his control grow looser… I knew he was about to lose it… after all he was 22 years old … when he woke. The lust in his eyes were now tempered with tenderness, as he strokes my hair.
बठाये अपने लंड की ताकत! मालिस और शक्ति वर्धक गोलियों करे चुदाई का मज़ा दुगुना!
He saw the piece of paper in my hand, smiled and placed it on the table and left me. Stunned by the first kiss of my life by my hunk… the piece of paper fluttered… on it was written Nehaizmyluv001… it sounded like a password… I opened his laptop… the pictures folder had so many Neha folders in it… all full of my pictures… alone… smiling… frowning… singing… dancing… on the swing… in the sofa… in the garden… at school… returning from music lessons…
One folder said xxx… I opened it and was stunned… pictures of me in the bathroom having a shower, on the bed naked, draped in a dupatta and staring at the Depp poster, naked touching myself… I should feel anger at this encroachment of privacy… instead I only felt arousal that my hunk saw me at my most vulnerable moments. I lay down on his bed and explored the laptop. I found a folder of his pictures wet, shirtless and in speedos. Then I found him naked in all his male glory… then some where he seemed to be having sex… the images brought me the biggest climax I have ever had without even having to touch myself.
Whose Image was it? To be continued…