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Ritu started going to the same school as me and sort of got in my
view every now and then. I mean, she was a real little snot, you
know. Whenever she was home, she never let Mom and I out of her
sight for a moment.
Ritu’s room is the last door before the kitchen, and as I moved down
the hallway, I noticed her door was open a couple of inches, and the
light was on. Out of curiosity, I stopped and looked in.
Wow! I couldn’t believe it! There was my naked little kid sister
standing in front of her mirror, but the sister I used to know
wasn’t there anymore. she had little curves and bumps in places she
never had when we went skinny-dipping a couple of years ago. She now
had a little curve to her butt and her hips seemed to be wider. She
was still skinny, and she was still definitely a kid, but there were
differences! Ritu was staring at herself in the mirror when I peeked
in, and therefore facing away from me. In the mirror, I could see
her from toes to forehead. Where there used to be a navel on a flat,
muscular board, there was now a gently curving little belly. Where
there was a skinny rib cage with two nipples on it, there was now a
creamy smooth plateau with two perfect little tits, each with a
strawberry tip.
Ritu leapt upright in the bed, her eyes wide with fear and guilt.
Then a look of pure hatred came over her. “Get out!” she hissed, low
but venomous.
“Get out of my room, you pervert! Get out!” She wore her nightgown.
I grinned. “I just hang around outside your window at night and take
pictures. I never would think to stand in your door… which you
NEVER close.”
She stuck her chin out defiantly, which thrust her tits against her
nightgown. My cock began to twitch in my pants.
“It’s my room and I can do what I want in it. You have no right to
invade my privacy.”
“What privacy?”, I countered. “You leave your door open like you’re
inviting the whole world in. If you want privacy just shut your
door!”
She flounced off the bed. “Okay! I will, then!”
As Ritu stormed across the room, the gown parted and her pert little
tits slid into view, like two pink icecream cones with a raspberry
nipple on each. God, she was turning me on! She came to the door and
tried to close it. I jammed my foot in the frame and stuck my
shoulder through.
“Hey! Wait a minute, Sis. I’m not trying to make you mad.” She
hesitated a moment and I gently pushed the door back open and came
into her room. “… and I’m not spying on you. After all, your door
was open…” I sat on the edge of her bed. “… besides, what more
could I see than what I saw tonight?”
She gave me a venomous look. “Don’t you dare mention that, bhaiya!
Don’t you ever mention it to anybody!”
I raised an indignant eyebrow. “Boy, for somebody who’s been doing
something like that, you sure are self-righteous, Sis!”
She softened a little and came over to the bed. “Ohhh, bhaiya! You
won’t tell, will you? Mom would get awfully mad.” I knew Mom would
probably understand completely, but I saw my chance here.
“Shit, I won’t tell, Sis,” I smiled, shaking my head, “It’s just
something between you and me, right?” I let that little hint sink
in. I was making myself apart of her little sex conspiracy, and Ritu
didn’t have much choice but to accept me. I could tell by her long,
thoughtful look that she realized what I was doing. And I could also
tell that she didn’t really mind. In fact, she seemed to be
pleased! “Besides,” I added softly, “you saw as much of me as I saw
of you. And after all, I’m your big brother. You should trust me.” I
laid my hand on her leg. She shuddered a little, but did nothing to
remove it. “Shit, Ritu,” I added, “everybody does that. You’re not
the first girl that’s ever played with herself, you know.” I smiled
knowingly, remembering the first time I watched Mom finger her pussy
and use that hairbrush handle of hers on herself. Although with my
hard young cock constantly available, Mom hardly needed that cold
old thing anymore. Sis sat with her eyes down for a short time. Then
she put her hand on my arm, the one that was on her thigh.
“Open your legs, Sis,” I said softly. My voice was shaking. Her eyes
were tightly closed, but Ritu slowly let her thighs go limp. Her
legs were dangling over the side of the bed and had a kind of dead
weight to them, but I got them apart with a little effort. And there
she was, just as I’d fantasized at breakfast. Her panties pink and
translucent, her thighs creamy and firm, her buttocks tight beneath
her. God! I almost creamed right there. Slowly, deliciously, I let
my hand slide down between her legs.
As I slid her panties off, Ritu gave a little moan. “Don’t hurt me,
bhaiya! Don’t hurt me!”
“I won’t, Sis! I’ll be careful.” It was an idle promise. I knew what
to do, alright. Shit, I’d been ****ing Mom for months. But Sis was a
virgin and I didn’t really know how to avoid hurting her. In fact,
until she spoke, I hadn’t even considered that it might hurt her to
be ****ed for the first time. I decided to proceed with caution so
as not to ruin her mood, OR my chances. Gently, I began to stroke
and fondle her pussy, using my whole hand. I didn’t try to go inside
her cunt just yet because I knew I’d have to build up to that
slowly. Ritu began to moan a little, not in fear exactly, but in
excitement, as though she were off in the same sort of dream world
she’d been in the night I’d caught her masturbating. She twisted
back and forth on the bed a little, rocking her shoulders up and
down, up and down. The motion drew the fabric of her dress tight
across her little titties, outlining them, first one, then the
other. I could feel myself getting hard, my cock stretching
painfully inside my shorts, but I was afraid to stop stroking my
sister’s pussy for fear she might make me stop. So I just tolerated
the pain and kept on with my stroking. I had my hand laid flat on
her pussy, palm down, with my fingers pointing up her belly.
Gradually, I began to rub a little harder, sliding my hand first
down between her legs, then up over her mound, pressing down with
the heel of my hand as she thrust up to meet me. I could feel the
heat and moisture building between her thighs and knew I was making
progress. Then I began to press harder with my middle finger, so
that it slid inside her slit a little way each time my hand went
down into the darkness between her thighs. She had spread her legs
pretty wide by now, and I had grabbed the nearest one with my free
hand, holding it open. That didn’t seem to scare her, so I dragged
her skinny legs wider apart, simultaneously letting my probing
middle finger slide down until its tip actually entered her
cuntslit. God, what a tight, hot little ****hole she had! I couldn’t
wait to get my cock in there! I could feel the wetness of her, kind
of thick and sticky, and a constriction. There seemed to be a ring
of muscle or something just inside her hole. It’s her cherry, I
thought. I’m gonna be the one to bust my little sister’s ****in’
cherry! Sis gave a sudden gasp as my finger sunk into her tight
cunthole a little more.
“Be careful!” Ritu whispered. “That hurts.”
She was soft and willing and wet… and I just wanted to **** her!
With a single, swift motion I jabbed my finger deep into her pussy.
Ritu arched her back, dug her fingers into my wrist and screamed. It
was not too loud a scream, but it scared me shitless! I lunged on
top of her, my finger still inside her cunt, and clamped my other
hand over her mouth. She made muffled sounds and tried to push me
away. I stayed atop her, beginning to enjoy the feeling. We had
always horsed around as kids, but it was never like this! I ground
my hips and thighs against her body, humping my hard cock against
her leg, my finger still manipulating her pussy. She was twisting
and fighting and there were tears of pain and anger in her eyes, but
she wasn’t really trying to get free. She was humping back at me!
She had parted her thighs completely and had pulled her knees up
until her feet were on the bed, and was lifting her skinny butt
against the push of my body and the insistent thrust of my finger in
her clinging little cunthole.
Then she bit my hand! I cursed and pulled my hand from her
mouth. “Sis! Why the **** did you do that?”
“I couldn’t breathe, you dummy! Besides, you’re hurting me. Take
your finger out!”
“I promise not to hurting you again, Sis” I said comfortingly. “You
really like it, don’t you?”
“No! Take your finger out before I scream again.”
“What if I just leave it in and don’t wiggle it around too much?
Would you mind that?”
“I..I don’t think so.”
“Okay. How’s this?”
“That feels better. But don’t poke it in so hard! You hurt too much.”
I started sliding my finger in and out of her cunt in a nice slow
rhythm. “Better?”
“Mmmmmm, yes. That feels all right.”
“If you’ll spread your legs a bit more and pull ’em up further, I
can get in and out without having to stretch you so much.”
Ritu opened her thighs like she was doing the splits and drew her
knees back almost inline with her tits. Her tiny, hairless cunt
looked like a vertical mouth around my finger and it felt like the
mouth was sucking on it. God, I couldn’t wait to **** her!
“Yeah. That’s good, Sis.” The ache between my legs was getting
intolerable. I felt that I had to do something about my bent cock or
it was going to break off. I shifted my weight off Ritu and withdrew
my finger. She gasped. “What are you doing, bhaiya?” “Nothing…
Hey! Keep your legs up!” Ritu obediently raised her knees once more,
then dropped them again as I reached for my zipper.
“Oh, no! You’re not going to do it to me!” I shook my head. “Don’t
worry. I’m just trying to get my cock straight. It’s hard and it
hurts, all bent up like this. Look!” I pulled out my prick and
showed her how hard and red and swollen it was. Her little eyes went
wide and her mouth dropped open.
It took her a while to compose herself before she answered. “Well,
okay. But don’t think you’re going to sneak that thing into me! I
read in a book about that, and you’re not going to make me pregnant,
bhaiya!”
I shook my head without looking up, my attention still on
straightening out my aching prick. “Course not, Sis. What would I do
if I got you pregnant? They’d throw me in jail for a thousand years,
right?”
“I guess so.” “Well, I’m not about to go to jail for the rest of my
life, just for knocking my sister up.” With that, I eased my hand
out of my pants and moved back on the bed. I did it casually, as
though my little problem were solved and I was getting back to the
fun and games at hand. But that wasn’t how it was, not at all! While
up, I had stuffed my shorts down under my balls and had left the
button open on the top of my jeans, so that now my stiff and
throbbing cock lay up free against my belly, with nothing more than
a quick tug on my zipper needed to let it spring out, ready for
action. I lowered myself onto Ritu again with my hand palming her
cunt. I was really turned on by the sight of her pink little ass
turned up toward me like that. It was like some sort of little
surprise package opening up just for me. Her hairless little slit
looked like two fat pink lips with a tiny pink tongue peeking out
between them. She was gorgeous! I dropped my weight onto her body
and felt her spread her thighs a bit more to accommodate me. My
finger was once more sliding into her crevice, but this time she
didn’t object, and this time there was no resistance. The inside of
her pussy was sticky-wet and kind of greasy. Like it had just had a
lube job. Well, I decided, no sense in wasting it.
I began to finger her more deeply, not poking as I had before, but
moving in and out with a definite rhythm, as I’d watched her doing
to herself the other night. It had seemed to arouse her then, and I
figured it would arouse her now. I was right… it did. She began to
moan under me and her hands clutched at my back restlessly, as they
had clutched at her own tits when she had masturbated. I decided
that would be a good idea too, so I began to knead her little peach-
sized titties with my free hand. That really got to her.
“Ooohhhhh yes, bhaiya! Mazza aa raha hain. Aur karo!”
“Open your gown. I can’t get at you with your gown closed.” Ritu
squirmed under me awkwardly and parted the fabric of her nightie. I
would have ripped it off in five seconds if it was Mom I was
restling with, she liked me to get a little rough with her
sometimes. But Ritu would probably have freaked out if I tried
anything like that with her, so I just let her do it herself.
Finally, Ritu’s gown lay rumpled beneath her with only her arms
still in it, and her slim, firm body was naked under me.
“Wait a minute,” I said, fumbling with my shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking off my shirt. I want to feel your tits against me.”
“sirf shirt, bhaiya. Pant mut utarna!”
“Right. Just the shirt.” I made a big production of removing the
garment especially of getting it out of the waistband of my jeans.
What I didn’t make a production over was the fact that pulled my zip
down almost halfway in the process. I was now naked to the waist,
with my prick bare down half its length, laying atop my hot and
skinny sister’s totally nude body. Wow! I lay back down full length
on Ritu, the heat of her body like a perfume against my skin. My
hand in her cunt served to conceal the throbbing cock that now lay
bared above her steaming slot. There was nothing between her pussy
and my prick but that hand. And it wasn’t an immovable object. It
could… and damned sure would… be moved at the first sign of
opportunity knocking! I know I’d promised her I wouldn’t try to put
my prick in her, but hey… promises, are made to broke them! All’s
fair in love and giving your little sister her first length of cock!
As though it were the most natural thing in the world, Ritu’s mouth
drifted over mine and we kissed.
Brother and sister. But it didn’t feel like anything but a girl and
boy. No strain of recrimination hung between us. It was right and
natural and beautiful. Ritu whimpered softly, deep in her throat,
and her mouth opened wide. I slid my tongue deep into her mouth. She
tasted different to Mom… kinda fresh. Yeah, that’s the word. Fresh
and husky and animal, all at once. Her tongue was soft and moist and
sticky, and it felt like something I was supposed to have, all for
my own. And the things it did to my belly you wouldn’t believe. It
made my muscles know, and it made me want to take her, like when I’d
jammed my finger up her cunt and hurt her a little. It made me want
to **** her, right there, right then. Apparently it had a similar
effect on Ritu. As my tongue slipped between her teeth, her body
arched up against mine and her hands clawed at my back. I could feel
the tenseness of her abdominal muscles bunched beneath her skin, as
though demanding that I do something to ease their plight. So I
decided!
With sly little movements I began to hump and wriggle on top of her,
moving my legs and body back and forth over her. I squeezed at her
tit and sucked at her tongue until she was in a little frenzy,
moaning and drawing heavy breaths beneath me. All the time, I worked
my finger back and forth, deeper and deeper, churning the inside of
her tight little cunt to a wet jelly. Carefully, I slid another
finger into her tiny hole, then another, amazed at the way it
stretched so easily to admit my fingers. She gasped and tried to
clench her thighs for an instant, then relaxed and made little
gurgling noises. Now, I had the three fingers spread a little,
feeling the hard, rubbery constriction of her cherry just inside her
slit giving and stretching each time. Ritu cried in pain each time I
stretched it, but kept her legs up and wide. I concentrated on her
erect clit, rubbing and massaging the sensitive little bud until
Ritu began to really hunch her pussy up at my hand and rotate her
ass, grinding her cuntmound against my fingers as she whimpered with
pleasure.
Then, I made my move! With my own breath coming hard and fast and my
mouth dry and gummy with excitement, I backed my body off a couple
of inches and let my cock slide into my palm. I let it lay there and
began easing my body back down, timing my forward movements to
coincide with the inward thrust of my fingers into my sister’s slit.
On each forward thrust, I let my prick slide further and further
forward in my hand until at last, in one electric moment, I felt the
damp warmth of the outside of her cunt brush against the head of my
cock. I humped slowly in and out a couple of strokes, happy that she
didn’t seem to notice my cock against her pussy yet, but worried
that she might notice it any second and leap screaming from the bed.
But I was determined to prevent the latter occurrence, at whatever
cost. And meanwhile I was going to get as far as I could before she
found out what was happening.
I spread my three fingers a little more and heard her gasp in
pain. “itna jyada nahin bhaiya! That really hurts,” she said. I slid
my cock a bit further in, between my fingers and then removed them
completely leaving behind the head of my prick, now firmly wedged
into the entrance of her tiny, wet choot! For a moment she sighed
with pleasure.
Then she stiffened. “bhaiya nahin!.. bhaiya bahar nikalo apne lund
ko!”
“Relax, Sis. It’s not hurting you, is it?”
“That doesn’t matter. You take it out of me this instant! Her gasp
had come as I began to come down with my hips and to put some weight
behind the blunt rod that parted her tight little cuntlips. It had
moved inside another inch or so and was straining against the ring
of constricting tissue inside her. Her cherry was was taut and
quivering, now, as though on the edge of tearing.
“Oh, bhaiya! Please bahar nikalo. It hurts bad. You’re hurting me!”
“It won’t hurt for long, Ritu”, I promised, not knowing if that was
true or not, and not really caring. My cock was halfway into the
hottest, tightest little cunt I’d ever ****ed and I wasn’t about to
give up now. All through her protests, Ritu kept her legs up and
drawn apart, her skinny young thighs lewdly spread. She was trying
to fend my advances off with feeble pushes of her hands and with
tossings of her head. But she had made no real moves to make me stop
at all. I realized that if she really wanted me to quit, all she had
to do was bring her legs down by sliding her ass back. I might have
been able to hold her down physically. But I couldn’t have done that
and still kept my cock in her. I realized then that a whole lot of
what got called “rape” must be a real crock. So I just ignored her
cries and protests and concentrated on the hot little slot between
her legs. The heat of it was drawing me inside her like an
irresistible magnet. I bore down with my hips, grinding my pelvis
harder and harder into Ritu’s body and pushing my cock with ever-
demanding force into her 18-year-old cunt.
She was serious now about trying to get me to stop. I was hurting
her for real. But I paid no heed to her pleas and demands, nor to
the fingers that were clawing my back and leaving thin, bloody weals
in the skin. I ignored the attempts to close her thighs, blocking
them with my hips. And as she tried to lower her ass and scoot out
from under under the hard, bright pain that was invading her belly,
I grabbed her ass in both hands and dragged it upward to keep her
from slipping out from under me. So, as my naked little sister cried
and writhed under me, I pulled her body upward and jammed my cock
into her cunt until there was a tearing feeling, a short, harsh cry,
and I was through. For a frightening instant, I thought that I had
really hurt her. I knew I’d busted her cherry, of course. But, in
the back of my mind, I was afraid that maybe I’d done something
serious. However that thought lasted only a second.
I was so excited at finally getting my cock inside my little
sister’s virgin cunt, that even in my fear and Ritu’s obvious pain,
I kept humping slowly in and out… and to my utter delight, Sis
began returning the motion! After a minute, I felt a warm trickle
between my legs and knew instinctively that it was blood. And I also
sensed, somehow, that this was all right, that things were as they
should be. So I kept pushing, driving slowly and a bit tenderly into
my 15-year-old sister’s cunt. And Ritu responded. She had stopped
crying now and was just drawing deep, ragged breaths. She had laid
her head to the side, closed her eyes, and let her body go limp. Her
arms were on the bed, palms up, and her thighs slowly slowly fell
away sideways until they, too, were all but flat on the bedspread.
She was utterly, completely lost in the sensations and feelings she
was experiencing. She was in a state of total sensual abandon.
My cock was penetrating her little cunt only about halfway, but it
felt so good! Sis was as tight as a clenched fist but nice and hot
and slippery. I was in seventh heaven. The roof could have fallen in
about then and wouldn’t have missed a beat. I was humping away at
full blast, trying to be careful not to hurt her too much yet still
trying to get my prick as far into her cunt as I could, just as fast
as I could. I thrust and jammed until I was all the way into the
vice-like grip of Ritu’s hot, wet hole. She was so tight, it almost
made me shoot off straight away, but months of ****ing Mom had
taught me how to control my orgasms a bit better than the average
seventeeen-year-old, and I managed to hold off, while still giving
Sis the hot ****ing she so obviously desired. I lowered my mouth to
Ritu’s little tit and began to suck hungrily at her nipple. She
moaned loudly, but with pleasure this time. I felt her hands come
back up and caress me, one on my scratched back and one on the back
of my head. I began to suck a little harder and to bite at the hard
little nipple just a bit. I could tell that she really loved it
because her grip on my hair was tighter and her thighs began to
twitch. I knew she was responding to her instinct the same as I was,
but it excited me immensely to know that she was really beginning to
enjoy her very first ****.
As I pounded harder and harder, Ritu responded in kind, lifting her
hips up at me each time I lunged into her, grinding her cuntmound
hard against the base of my thick cockshaft. I slid my hands off her
ass and down her thighs until I could raise them again to their
original position, butt high and knees against her body. This slid
my mouth off her nipple and up to her neck, and she turned her own
lips down to meet mine, so that we were locked into one another, lip
to lip and cock to cunt. I loved ****ing like this with Mom, and now
I was doing it to my snotty little sister, except she wasn’t snotty
anymore, she was a sexy little nymph who couldn’t get enough of my
cock! Ritu lowered her own hands from my head and back and slid them
over my ass. I almost creamed on the spot when grabbed a handful of
each of my cheeks and began to knead the hard muscle beneath them.
She was actually pulling my hips forward as I ****ed her, grinding
her juice-filled little cunt up against my deeply imbeded prick and
moaning like a pro. It was hard to believe that she’d never done it
before. She was a natural!
“Uhhhhh, yeahhhh, sis!” I grunted, “I’m ****ing you, Sis! I’m
****ing your hot, little cunt!”
“MMMmmmmm! I love it!”, moaned ritu, “chodo bhaiya chodo!” And that
was all I could take. Everything went red with a heat of lust. I
pounded into her savagely, feeling her body flatten beneath each
brutal thrust. I jammed it on until nothing existed in my world . I
****ed and ****ed while the male juices swelled my nuts. I gripped
Sis by the thighs with force enough to leave bruises for weeks,
though that didn’t matter to me at all just then. I sobbed and
gritted my teeth at the need and the drive of it all. Sweat and
saliva mingled on the bed beneath us and my-own juices mixed with my
sister’s until we flowed one into the other in a moment of hot
incestuous passion. And in an achingly sweet final instant, I came
into Ritu in all the gushes and rivers of young male potency. My
sperm flowed like a river of fire, filling her tiny, bulging cunt
and spilling down the crack of her pert little ass. I came and came
and came.
Then, faintly, faintly, I heard a small sound. I opened my eyes and
looked across Ritu’s restive face. There, in the doorway, which I
too, had forgotten to close, stood Mom, and she was smiling!