Suman could feel his sister was teasing him of course, which she didn’t before, but for the life of him he didn’t know why. Honestly, he didn’t mind the “accidental” glimpses of her nakedness, but the worst part was, she wouldn’t even let him beat his meat!
Whenever he would try to go into the bathroom to let go of his load, she would yell for a glass of water, or chicken rolls, or a movie. And with things so hectic at his insurance job, he was usually too tired at night to do anything but plop down and sleep like a dead log.
“Fuck me, Dada! Fuck me! Yes! Yes!” Soma groaned as her brother woke up suddenly alone in his bed.
That dream was so vivid, so real. He could still see his sister’s tits bouncing in the air while she rode his skyward rigid cock. He shook his head. It was the third time he had had a taboo dream like that, and he needed to stop.
But then he realized that those words weren’t from his dream. He got up from his bed and followed the noise… coming from his sister’s room, where he found her lying on the bed, fingers dancing a merry tune on her clit as she moaned his name like that day. His cock immediately stood to attention, making a tent in his pyjama. Immediately, he pulled his pyjama off and he watched her eighteen-year-old teen married body writhe on the bed in passion while he jerked his dick.
Suddenly, his sister sat up and looked straight into his eyes. With a sexy ‘come hither stare’, she beckoned him with her forefinger.
“Come on Dada… I wouldn’t want you to waste all of that virile cum on the carpet.” Without knowing what he was doing, he strode into the room dreamily, rigid cock still gripping in his hand. His sister jumped off the bed… walked over to him and gripped his stiffening cock meat.
“I was waiting for a long time since I saw you masturbating in the bathroom. And I know, I’m finally going to get what I want.” She licked her rosy lips seductively.
With that she kissed him, her tongue snaking past his lips to dance with his. Her warm body pressed against his, and his penis slid underneath her pussy-lips. She was extremely wet… the juices streaming out of her pussy coated his cock in warmth. The kiss broke off, leaving him gasping for air. But he had little time to breathe.
She was planting kisses down his chest, sucking on his nipples, savouring his hard abs before finally getting to the main event. Her hot lips clamped his rock-hard shaft into her sexy mouth. He groaned, then finally found his voice.
“Doll, we really shouldn’t be doing this… you’re my sister… and it’s strictly forbidden in our orthodox Bengalee Society… the Almighty Goddess Parvati Maa will never forgive us for committing such illicit act,” He tried to protest weakly.
His sister didn’t reply, but by sucking his cock all the way down her throat. He gasped. Never in his prodigious sex life had he ever gotten such great head. Her mouth was like a hot tub, and her tongue was the jets. It massaged the entire length of his cock. His curly pubic hair tickled her nose, but she forced herself not to sneeze and to just continue breathing.
