My Rakhi Sister, Swati – Part 2

“Just once, Baby. Just once I would like to wake up and not find you sniffing my armpits”, Swati pulled my up by my hair and kissed me deep. Even as we kissed, I felt her hand snake down to my hardened cock and guide it into her wet slit. “I wish you could stay in Delhi forever, Baby”, she whispered, moaning as I started fucking her. “Didn’t you get enough of your sister last night, behenchod?” Asha murmured sleepily and ambled over in a stupor to her bed to resume her disturbed slumber. Swati and I went at it in earnest, as beads of sweat dribbled down my back. “Make me pregnant, Baby!” Swati hoarsely whispered as we came together. As we lay panting on the bed from the exertion of the early morning fuck, Swati climbed onto my body and lay skin-to-skin with me, breathing in tandem.

Eventually, after an hour, I woke up and gently moved a sleeping Swati off me without disturbing her, and got up. I kissed her forehead as she mumbled something in her sleep, and went off in search of Asha. I found my dream girl in the kitchen making french toast. “Breakfast, sweetie?” she asked as I hugged her from behind, putting my hand up her tee to cup her breasts, and nestling my cock in her ass crack. “Mmmm”, I hummed contently as I nuzzled at the nape of her neck. “Why are you wearing clothes!” I whined playfully as I tweaked her nipples from under her tee and began dry-humping her from behind. “Hehe, Baby…!” she protested as she teetered for balance from the force of my bucking crotch in her ass, “let me make breakfast before you get too horny!” “That’s my secret, babe”

I bit her neck lightly and pulled the tee off her once she finished beating the eggs, “I’m always horny” I tried pushing my cock up her ass as soaked the breads in the eggs. Asha whirled around, grabbed me by my shoulders and kneed me in the groin. As I doubled over and had the breath taken out of me, she coolly turned back to the counter and said, “that’s for punching me in my tummy last night, you bitch!”

I managed to eventually stand up straight and slapped a giggling Asha on the ass a few times before asking her to let me push my cock up her ass. “Pehle khaa le! Can’t you wait for twenty minutes so I have breakfast!” “Asha baby,” I grabbed her hand and turned her around to face me, “I’ve been waiting eight years to fuck you, to grab your tits rightfully, and own that gorgeous piece of ass. I can’t wait any longer.”

We stared at each other for a couple of minutes as I waited for Asha to understand the full import of how much I loved her, and then she leaned into me as we kissed deeply – passionately this time. “You didn’t even let me fuck you last night, gimme pussy!” I said, as Asha turned back to flip the toast on the pan. “Shush! Last night was you guys’ night. It felt wrong to poke my nose in your bizarre, pseudo-incestuous reunion. You guys are really cute, you know that? Apart from the weirdass fact that you guys still regard each other as brother and sister though you fuck like bunnies!”

I served the toasts onto a single plate, sat at the dining table, and pulled Asha onto my lap. “So, how did you and Swati even get to fucking from being rakhi brother-sister?” Asha asked as she took a bite and passed me the fork. “She was the first girl I met in class, on my first day in college.

I took one look at her figure, her fleshy, yummy, fuckable figure, her massive boobs making the cutest little cleavage at the top of her shirt, and fell in love.” Asha took a bite, twisted around on my lap and transferred the bite with a kiss into my mouth. “I managed to muster up whatever courage I had, and as is every college boy’s wont, I went and started chatting with her.

After a couple of days of this, the guys started making teasing us together. I don’t know what possessed me, and I ended up defending myself by calling her my sister!” Asha burst out laughing uproariously, “You are such a loser, Baby!” she said, and kissed me lightly on my lips. “But how did you end up fucking your newfound sister?”

“Well, it is actually quite stupid… You know how both of us are perpetually horny. So a couple of months since we became siblings, we were watching some random movie on my laptop and a steamy sex scene popped up. Being the virgin that she was, Swati gets immediately turned on. ‘Baby, does a man’s penis really get hard when he is horny?’ she asked. Being the dutiful brother that I am”, I cupped Asha’s boobs as she fed me, “…and a tubelight, I answered as clinically as I could.

We continue watching the movie, but my mind was now only on the hot body sitting right next to me. Madam was wearing her loose nightshirt – you might remember it – and her prodigious cleavage was quite clearly visible for me to salivate over, given that we had our arms around each other to ward off the cold weather.” Asha’s nipples were rock hard by now, and I could feel the wetness from her pussy on my thighs. I quietly let my fingers find her slit and started playing with her clit.

“Unfortunately, my cock forgot that Swati was still next to me, and it reached its hardest ever. Swati noticed it and started giggling. ‘Generally poochi thi, ab demonstration nahi chahiye, Baby!’ and she moved my hand away to turn and hug me tight, ‘my horny li’l brother’ she said, and giggled again. ‘Arre, sorry!’ I said, grinning sheepishly.”

Flashback and fuck to be continued in part 3.

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My Rakhi Sister, Swati – Part 2