All the characters are strictly over 19. This is a big story and really happened in my life. I will write everything in parts.
25, I am Fucking 25 years old right now. People my age have already had sex by now. No woman is a virgin outside, and Many men are. How do I lose my virginity to the bitch in front of me? Sleeping, with the blanket covering her boobs.
She is wearing a grey T-shirt. She woke up, and the bed was in the middle of the hall. She saw her mom first in the hall watching TV, sitting on a chair, while I sat behind her on a sofa. She turned towards me and said, “Good Morning,” and stretched her body, yawned.
Her t-shirt went a little up as she stretched her shoulders, revealing the stretch marks on her stomach, sides and back. Love that fat around her belly. I fucking want to bite those stretch marks, put saliva in her mouth.
She isn’t a beauty by the world’s standards. But in my eyes, she is an angel. A round face with chubby cheeks, long, thick black hair, skin soft as milk, almond-shaped eyes, and a wide mouth that breaks into the cutest smile.
Even the soft fullness of her arms from shoulder to elbow only made her more adorable to me — she was perfect, perfectly mine.
Love of my life woke up in bed. She went straight into her bedroom to get ready, as it was an auspicious day. I was thinking about how she starts bathing. Does she put soap directly under her arms? How does she wash her private area? Does she masturbate? Like me.
Then I had a doubt. Is she a Virgin? She said to me that she is. But she had two exes in her past. Her Snapchat & Insta are full of male friends. Yet shameless me is still thinking she is pure.
Her mom told me to sit down, and I sat. I know how the ritual goes. Aunt loudly called my love, “SREEJA!”
Oh, my Fucking GOD, why do women look so good in a red dress?
Sreeja (to me): How am I looking?
How the hell should I say to her? I want to tear off those fucking clothes, squeeze the milky boobs with my bare hands. Kiss her wide lips till she bleeds air out through her mouth. God, please give me one chance to fuck her.
Then came the worst day again, it is not the first time for me. She took out a beautiful thread, tied it to my right hand and told.
Sreeja (Staring into my Eyes): HAPPY RAKHI!
She knows that I don’t have any sisterly feelings for her. In fact, I proposed to her, and she was ok to love me if I wasn’t her brother. She bloody knows I hate Rakhi while she ties it to me. But what can we do?
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She is my cousin sister. Although the relationship with my family is far, our families are very close. And that is the reason she said she can’t love me.
Bloody Bitch. I really want to pee on that dress while she is wearing it, tie the same Rakhi to her nipple, and tease her while my dick slowly moves in and out of her pussy, with both of us getting drenched in sweat. How can a few things happen? Yet sometimes this is best to imagine.
She has a special way of eating something made with curd. It was in the fridge. No one eats it except her. And I am the last person to eat curd in this world. Before eating, she takes it out from the fridge and waits till it warms down to room temperature.
That day, she put the bowl beside her bottle in the bedroom, sipping while speaking to her friend on a mobile. I hated whether it was a male or a female.
They were both in the kitchen, cooking. I wanted to change my clothes, and I went into the room. There is a straw in her bottle that comes from the cap. Strange design, many women in the office also use the same water bottle. I fucking don’t know why I went near it.
I am an OCD person. I took the straw out, opened the bottle and spat a little saliva in it. I put it the same as it is. Now I am very hard. Her body smells all over her room. Tight hard. I can’t control myself when I am horny. I need to masturbate urgently.
I’m thinking of the worst ways to fuck Sreeja. How to open her clothes, finger her butt, and pop nipples out. Pinching her boobs. And many more.
I took her bottle, which I spat just now. I opened my pants zip, took my dick out and just added a little piss to it. And made sure it is as it is. went into the bathroom. Started masturbating thinking of my chubby love, my sister, and my one and only bitch.
No time, I came very fast, how cum in my left hand. I went out and put my cum in my favourite curd special. I mixed it well with a spoon. Then came again into the bathroom, washed my dick properly and went out.
The food is ready, and we all sat at the table eating together as always. She bought her bottle and curd out. Poor Bitch.
Maybe or may not be, I can’t put my cum in her Throat. At least let me enjoy watching, somehow, she is swallowing my cum.
She finally came last. And she put that curd special and mixed it with rice. And swallowed. That day, in fact, her mother also had it. No intention of serving her. But what can I do if her mother insists?
She drank the water from the bottle, which I peed and spat.
It was the end of the day, and I was leaving. She told me
Sreeja: I am sorry, I know you love me. And I can’t change that. I did it for our families.
Fuck Families. This bitch is in love with the third boyfriend. What can I do? If it’s a little early to take courage and directly kiss her when I had a chance in the past. She would have been mine. Women always love bold people.
And now I am bold enough to risk anything. Yet can’t have her. While leaving, I told her again, very close to her.
Me: If there is any chance of getting you back, I would never miss it. Reminding you again. I have no sisterly feeling for you.
I don’t know whether we can say this to our sister in real or not. I really want to feel her lips at least once.
Me: Can I kiss you?
She closed the door in my face. And I went to my room at night. I have faith in the universe for things, like I want to enjoy my sister physically. And at the same time, she should also enjoy.
To be continued.
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