We Are All Together Ch. 02-03

Chapter: 2: The Idea Makes Her excited.

Keya entered the room knocking and saw her beloved brother lying asleep on the bed. He looks so sweet when he sleeps, thought Keya. She touched his bare shoulder and felt a sudden shiver running through her spine. Oh, it's so wrong! Touching her brother and feeling sexy is very wrong, and she is not incest. She called him loud, and Joy woke up.

She gave him a regular hug, a peck on his cheeks and he returned her so. She felt her erect nipples brushing his bare hairy chest. Though she is in sari and the blouse, her nipples are so erect that they are now tickling through. She felt shy and broke the embrace earlier than ever. She asked her to come and have the dinner.

At the dinner they were stout all and teasing each other. Joy was teasing Shreya, snatching away her bread or her plate of meat and Priya, leg-pulling her brother. But Keya was not in mood. She was getting horny whenever her eyes met with Joy's. She felt she was wet there under her sari and shaya.

She wears sari always. Rarely does she wear jeans, trousers, Capri, shorts or minis like her younger sisters. Her favourite outfit for the hospital is either sari or salwar. Often she puts on some long skirt and formal shirts and she works hard to keep herself in shape like her sisters. She is not busty, but not skimpy also.

Her size matches with her younger sister Priya. They both use 32 B size bra and their waists measure 28 and going down, their ass rolls round to 36, making them both hour-glass figured. She is aware that her bum is really good looking, enough to cause a hard- on for a man if she walks carefully shaking her buttocks. She is not measure to show her skins.

Her sari hangs just down her naval- slopes leaving ample space of her fair, flat, little bulky tummy and her sari- plaits that run on to her shoulder, leaves enough of the cleavage- show to figure out her firm boobs. She is always that presentable with her silky black hair running to her knees either in a good handy braid or a tress. Priya also has such long hair. But Shreya loves it a boy's cut.

Whatever it is, Keya feels a tension looking at her brother. She feels a sexual tension, a sexual need building in her centering on her brother. It is not right. She must get rid of it. So she tries to think about something else. And they finish the dinner. Priya helps Keya to clean and the other two retired to study.

They finish the cleaning and head towards their rooms. Keya locks herself, gets out of her cloth, opens the blouse, unties the shaya, lit a cigarette and opening the drawer, hauls out a long thick candle. Her tongue lubricates it and she thrusts it down to her dripping pussy. She bit her lips so that the moan does not pass loud, and began to masturbate furiously.

Her climax was near and she relieved the tension involving her brother. Yet she could not stop thinking about him. She began to do it again, and again, until she was too exhausted to pull out the candle. She had enjoyed four orgasms then and there thinking her brother Joy fucking her and then she lay on the bed as she was masturbating with the candle. She fell asleep.

And in dream she enjoyed some really good fucking seasons with her brother. He was really well- built. His prick was some eight inches long and thick. And he fucked her really well. He almost fucked the shit out of her.

She came while dreaming and soaking wet did she woke up at midnight. She ran to the bathroom, splashed water on her face and neck and then coming back, she lit a cigarette. A good smoke can make sense. She smoked and retired to bed.

Chapter: 3: The Past Is Inspiring.

Joy felt it odd as his elder sister reacted tonight. He had heard all they were discussing there in the other room in the evening, before the dinner. He was surprised to find her sober beloved elder sister's love life, or appropriately her sex life. It is really shocking to find her experiences.

He always thought highly about her. Everyone who knows, think highly about her and no one, who knows her, would be surprised to discover her as a slut as she had called herself today. Oh God! It is unbelievable.

His thought about her sister also made its own way to his fantasy of fucking her. Yes! He dreamt always to fuck his sisters, not only Keya, but Priya and Shreya also. But he was afraid to be labeled as incest. Now, as he has learned from their discussion, once you start fucking, you grow addicted.

It makes sense. He is an addict. He has already experienced it and coming here, he feels it really difficult to hide his hard-on looking the three beautiful sisters roaming around, their shaking buttocks, and their cleavage peeping through their low cut- blouses or any dresses and such others.

He had done that just before coming here, some seven or eight months back, and wants it badly. He can remember the day that he first experienced the most amazing sexist, Mira aunty, their tenant.

The day was a real head-turner. His parents had gone to some business meeting to Kolkata, and would take two days to return. His meals were arranged by Mira aunty. She was the tenant of their house. She lives with her husband and a ten-year old son. It was by chance, she was alone on that day as her husband and son had gone to somewhere for a few days.

Joy's exam was over. His JEE was over then and he planned to spend the night watching hard-core porn.He was an adult after all!

He fired the computer and played some when it was eight o'clock in the evening. He never suspected Mira aunty may come and watch him from the back of the room. It was the common passage towards the terrace. Joy and his parents lived on the first floor and Mira's family was in the ground floor.

The porn is always excellent when you are alone and Joy was stroking his hard shaft unconsciously. Who ever thought of anyone's arrival or being observed when you are alone?

But Mira was. Actually she was passing the corridor by the room and through the open window the view attracted her. She saw the young man was watching porn movies on the desk top. She had not only heard of porn, but also watches whenever she is alone.

It's the common fate of the Bengali women after some ten-fifteen years of marriage that their husbands grow passive in sex, and the women have to live in dilemma, suppressing their sexual frustration and needs. She was no exception.

She buys porn CDs or DVDs and in the afternoon, while watching them, masturbates to relief. So, watching the young boy secretly enjoying porn, an idea hit her. She felt horny. The urge of a good satisfying fuck made her restless.

She came back, opened the wardrobe and thought what to wear for the night. She was beautiful, no doubt, maintains her beauty going to parlors regularly and is still in good shape. She was thirty and still sexy, but her husband was never attentive to the sexual needs of her beautiful wife, never cared for her satisfaction, and now there she is.

She chose a knee-length red frock that looks like a school-girl's play dress. She puts it on, shedding her usual nightgown, ties her hair in a pony-tale and comes to see herself on the mirror. Sexy was the only word she thought of herself. The sleeveless frock leaves ample part of her curvy figure for imagination. Her legs are good, but hairy!

She raised her arm. The thick black bushes of her armpits spread a musky aroma. She thought of shaving the armpits, but it was already ten, the time for dinner.

She had never cared for that shaving, either her armpits or the thick jungle under there around her pussy. Her husband had never cared for those. She reclines for it. But thought it would be OK. What she has seen today, was unexpected. And once having seen the dick, no woman can control her desire to have a fuck with the dick. Oh God! It was so large and thick!

She prepares the dinner and called Joy to come downstairs and have it. She looks herself once more on mirror. Yes! That's it he wanted to look like! No bra and the nipples piercing from under the frock, and no panty, to show her plump bums swing.

And Joy enters, and she succeeded to turn his head. He gasps at her but she tries to look as if nothing was wrong. She serves the dinner, stands by him while he eats and occasionally bends over him to give this and that and that makes him wilder. She can see the bulging hard- on of Joy under the pants. He is so huge! She bites her lips.

Joy tried to control his hard-on but could not. He has never thought dirty about Mira Aunty. She is beautiful, sexy and now turns to be a seducer! He suggested her to dine with him and she reluctantly denied. He asked her again and she sat in front of him. They finished the dinner quietly.

As the dinner was over, he thought to help her in washing and so he did. While doing, his hands were brushing hers and on one or two occasions, she trailed her erect nipples on his back. He was out of control then. He could not hide his tent in the pant. She looked and smiled. Then came the words from her sexy lips, "It seems, you are not fed totally. Are you?"

"W-What?" He stammers.

She turns to him and raising her boobs with both hands, asked, "Are not they in good shape like your heroines from the porn? "

He gasped in surprise. Mira asked," Would you want to try them?"

That makes sense. Joy took her in arms, and her lips found their way. They kissed passionately. They kissed really hard. It was his first kiss, but he did well. He was squashing her firm ass with both hands. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Come on, Joy, take me to the bedroom."

They retreated to the bedroom as they were kissing again, and she felt wetness running through her inner thighs! What is happening to her?

He lifted her on the bed and she urged to put out the lights. He protested, "Leave it, aunty. I want to see you. You are so beautiful!"

She giggled as he raised her hands on her head and brushed his lips on her hairy armpits. She said, "Oh Joy! You are so naughty! And don't call me aunty. I am Mira for you. Just Mira. Ok?"

"Ok Mira. But you are really beautiful, and you know, what is more? The hairy armpits. Oh! I would just die for them." He began licking them and the tension of being hairy was gone for her. She felt a shiver running through her spine. She moaned.

He began to caress her boobs under frock. He began to kiss them. She urged, "Oh Joy! Open the frock, please. Make me nude; make me your woman, your whore."

She had learnt to use such words from the porn and the erotic Bengali books called Bengali Choti Boi. The filthy words raise the sexual urge. She felt her wetness running through her inner thighs to her legs till knees. He helped her sit and tugging up her red frock; he peels it off of her head.

As she raises her hands, her firm breasts come into full view and Joy took them in hands. He began kissing one and licking, sucking the pitch dark areola. She was moaning, " Love me Joy, love me, please."

He went down to her tummy and kissed on the naval. She shivered. What the fuck is that? What the fuck is the boy doing with her?

He brushed his hands on her mould. He felt the thick bush there and his fingers touched the crack. She shivered. Her husband never cared to touch her there. And he trailed his tongue down there, and he kissed on her pussy! She just came. It was hardly enough for her. She urged Joy not to tease her anymore but Joy settled down there between her legs.

As she had seen I the porn and dreamt of someone licking her dripping pussy, Joy began to lick. She groaned, "What the fuck are you doing? Oh You! Pervert! Don' you dare to lick my cunt. It's filthy, and dirty."

"Dirty? Are you mad, aunty? You taste great. And have not you seen them eating pussy in the blue films? I swear, you will feel like heaven." Joy licked more of her juice and she moaned more. He was licking, sucking and tonguing the hairy pussy hard. He was rubbing her erect throbbing clit furiously while eating her pussy.

She tastes salty, smelt pungent as she has not washed her pussy after she peed before dinner. She barely does so. And this smell makes Joy more excited. The furious oral attention made her groan and she climaxed again. It was so uncommon to her, she never comes so close.

Joy cleaned her juices and came near to kiss her. She tasted her own juice on his lips and smiled, "Oh! That's the taste! So, do you think it's Ok? I mean the salty, pungent pussy of your Mira? Actually, I do barely wash after I pee. Do you like me natural, unshaven and unwashed?"

"You are awesome! I love it. Come on aunty, let me love you." Joy urged.

"Then, it's time my little lover is ready to take me. Aren't you? Oh come on. Take me. Fuck me hard. I want to cum for you again, come hard. Come, fuck your Mira aunty. Make her your whore. Come."

She lay on bed, spreading her legs apart inviting him between her legs. He smiled, opened his pant and taking his erect shaft in hand, posed himself. He was throbbing now. His dick was huge, really huge. It was some seven or eight inches long and that thick to please any woman, gasping them in awe.

He began to rub his cock up and down against her hairy, soft and watering pussy. She was holding her cunt-lips apart with both hands, and he watched a real pussy for the first time. She was dripping, and it was red in there between her swallow lips.

She felt excited presenting herself before such a boy of eighteen with such a huge cock. She felt excited lying there on their marriage bed and doing sex with someone other than her husband. She spread her legs and hung them up in air, making ample space for him to place himself.

He was examining the pussy. There were the outer lips and the pink inner hole which was too juicy. He trailed his cock up and down her crack, rubbing her clit. She began to moan loud "Ohhh! Ughhhh! Ummm... fuck me... fuckfuckfuck..."

But he was still not in mood to enter. She narrowed her eyes, "You are teasing me too much, and you know that, Joy. Stop teasing now."

"Why? Are you feeling hot? Then you must beg me to take you. Speak dirty aunty."

"Oh! No, not again. Don't call me aunty. And stop teasing. Just put your big fat dick in aunt's pussy and fuck her hard. Fuck sweet aunty, Joy. Fuck the shit out of her. Fuck her, fuck her like your whore, and make me come again. Oh fuck...fuck...fuck..."

Putting his weight on his knees, he lowered his waist and led his shaft go into the crack. She gasped, he put the tip of his huge shaft in and she holds her breath. He looks tensed and wryly looks in her eyes. She gives him an encouraging look and he thrust his length again. Her channel was slippery and he could put the whole length at one thrust. She held her breath and lets a deep moan pass through her lips, "uh...ssssssss..."

He was excited to enter a pussy for the first time. He was determined to please her. And as he has learned from the movies, he began to pump her. She raised her ass to meet his thrusts while groaning deep and loud. Who was there after all to hear them tonight? As he drew back his cock and thrust it all in one stroke, she screamed in pleasure and tangled her legs around his bare ass.

He began to fuck. He felt it easy as she was lubricated already and she was helping him raising her ass to meet his rhythm. She was nearing another orgasm. She felt the tension building down there. And the sound made her feel good, the 'thwap- thwap- thwap' sound of his pumping in and out her needy pussy turned her mad. She groaned and began to utter some meaningless words and she came again, this time she came so hard that she felt like she squirted.

She felt the throbbing of her pussy and the release was so unusual that it even surprised her. She must have drained some juice that has already stained the bed sheet. And just then she felt his throbbing in her. It means he is to ejaculate. He was pumping furiously and groaning after the five minute fuck.

He was sweating and groaning loud, he came. He released a lot of hot semen in her. She gasped as he began to come and the sensation of the throbbing cock releasing the hot goo in her made her come again.

They were so exhausted that they had hardly any time to part and felt asleep, he was in her and she was tangling him with both her hands and legs.

As they awoke, he felt his hard on in her pussy and she smiled sensing him getting hard again so soon. She began to kiss him and they began to roll on the bed, she was up now and she began to kiss him on his lips, his cheeks and on neck. He was caressing her firm breasts and twisted the nipples which were hard again, hard as nails.

She began to moan and he helped her lay on all fours on bed. She felt as if in heaven. How did she dreamt of being fucked in this position like a bitch and his husband would take her from behind like a dog. And the dream is going to be fulfilled with her young lover, of whom she can think it's hardly enough.

He fondled her ass-cheeks and gave a passionate slap. She moaned deep. She was juicy again. And she badly needs a hard long cock to go inside. And she sensed it was going through her slippery channel. He was ball-deep in her in one thrust.

His hairy abdomen was brushing on her ass. Their pubic hair meets and he began a slow passionate fuck. She could control her orgasm hardly, and she came violently, this time her orgasm was harder than before.

She felt she squirted again and this time she peed. She peed a lot. The hot, golden shower sprayed on the bed and on his legs. He withdrew fast only to lower down his face to her crotch. She was still leaking and he enjoyed the hot pee of aunty on his face. He had some in his mouth. It tastes odd, but it's so hot. He licked her pussy and thrust his shaft again.

He was doing it slow now; he allowed her time to recover. He was feeling close to come. He increased his speed. By the time she began to moan again. He was furious. Catching her slander waist, he was pumping as if there was no tomorrow.

Deep groan was coming from her throat. And while groaning, he came. He pleaded, "Oh! Aunty, I'm coming, coming. Come for me please... come, come...come."

And she joined his groan. She came again. She was surprised, how free she felt by the fucking. She had never imagined enjoying the series of orgasms at a time. That means she is a multi-orgasmic. And no wonder, she had never felt it until she is thirty, after some twelve years of her marriage.