The Three Sides Of A Triangle – Part III (Saturday Night Adventure)

Author’s Note: This is the third part of the story ‘The Three Sides of a Triangle’. I would suggest to all readers to read the previous parts before reading this part so as to get familiar with what all has happened. In the previous parts, events of Thursday night were narrated by Koushik and Ratna. The event of Friday night was narrated by Geeta. In this part Ratna shares her activities, thoughts and feelings of the Saturday night.

Ratna’s Narration
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It was so beautiful to see Geeta lying naked besides Koushik. Happiness was painted over her face. Geeta was cuddled into Koushik’s broad chest, her tits pressed into his body, one of her legs over Koushik’s thighs, sleeping blissfully. I had brought tea for all of us. I just didn’t have the heart to wake them, but we had to get ready to face a new day. I woke them reluctantly. We joked while sipping tea and then both Geeta and Koushik cleaned themselves and dressed. Both I and Geeta started our daily routine. But today the routine was not that monotonous as it had been previously.

It was a Saturday, I had no school, but it was a full working day for Koushik. Koushik left for his office as usual. Before he left, Geeta pulled me and Koushik inside the kitchen and both of us kissed Koushik one by one. Geeta said, “Koushik, before you go to work, you will kiss us everyday like this.”

After lunch, we settled mother on her bed, where she started to read some books, Geeta took me upstairs and described how she was fucked by Koushik.

Then she asked me, “Are you comfortable that both of us are sharing Koushik?”

I looked at her and sincerely said, “Geeta, We agreed we will share the same lover. I have no regrets in sharing Koushik with you.”

Geeta said, “I was momentarily jealous when I first found you and Koushik had sex. But then I was also very happy. I frankly don’t mind sharing Koushik with you. I wish to see you also happy with him.”

I hugged Geeta and kissed her lovingly. Geeta said, “Ratna, I love you not only as a sister-in-law, but also as my lover, and now I also love Koushik as a lover. I have no idea what to do with my feelings. I want to be with both of you. Please do not be angry or jealous with me.”

I was overwhelmed by Geeta’s sincere statement. I was also in the same position. I said, “Geeta, I also love you and Koushik equally. You were the first person to show me the pleasures of a woman loving another woman. Koushik was the first male to show me the pleasures of a man loving a woman. I also do not wish to be away from both of you.”

Geeta nodded in agreement and said, “Yes, I understand your feelings. My feelings are also the same. But how does Koushik feel about us? How long is he going to stay with us? What will happen when he gets married?”

I replied, “Geeta, let us not think about the future now. Let us just enjoy this sinful life as of now. In time, we will think of something. As it is, we have faced many difficulties in our lives. Whatever happens, I will always be with you.”

We agreed and again hugged each other.

In the evening Koushik sent a message that he would be late in returning as he was required in a remote village. He also sent information that he would have his dinner at the village itself and we were not to wait for him. Accordingly we had dinner with mother at 9 PM and tucked her to bed by 10 PM.

Koushik returned at about 10:30 PM. He informed that he had to go to a village some 30km away to attend to some emergency. He enquired whether we had finished our dinner and then went upstairs.

Geeta smiled at me and said, “He is tired, look after him properly,” and entered mother’s room. I went upstairs.

Koushik was wrapped in a towel. He was getting ready for a bath. On seeing me he said, “I am feeling like taking a bath. Would you like to join me?”

He threw away the towel and now he was naked.

I was momentarily taken aback by Koushik’s question. He was standing naked in front of me. I was aroused just looking at him. Truly speaking I was aroused throughout the day.

Koushik stood naked in front of me. His penis was pulsing to life, growing hard in front of me. I stood a few feet away from him and watched as my cousin brother started to grow erect. Koushik’s penis began growing longer and thicker. At first it simply hung down about 5 or 6 inches long. But it seemed alive as it throbbed thicker, longer and more firm as I watched.

Then it began to raise its gorgeous mushroom shaped head. It seemed to be calling to me, communicating with me. With each pulse upwards, this beautiful deep pink, almost purple head sent a pulse towards my awakening vagina. This massive tool began to poke out from his abdomen, gradually sticking out horizontally, and slowly moving vertically.

This was a marvellous thing for this young girl to witness. It was one of the most beautiful and sensuous things I have ever seen in my life. I watched in amazement.

His beautiful cock seemed to pulse every 10 seconds or so, and with each pulse, he grew longer, thicker and his cock rose further upward, defying gravity. In about a minute or two, his erection was straining towards the ceiling.

God, he looked sexy. And this erection was a tribute to me! His cock was responding to me, without either Koushik or me touching it; my mere presence caused him to grow fully erect.

Koushik’s cock was 7 or 8 inches long and at least 2 inches thick. His cock had a distinct purplish hue to it. It was darker than the skin colour on his tight abdomen. There was a large vein that ran down the under side, which gave the erection a sinister and dangerous appearance that appealed to me. The large head seemed almost separate and distinct from the shaft.

I was very flattered to have this effect on Koushik. I felt sexy, beautiful and desirable. I was also aroused. And while my arousal might not have been completely obvious to Koushik, there was no hiding his arousal. I loved that I could make my cousin brother so hard, so aroused, just by my presence.

“Well Koushik, it seems that your penis wants to continue our relationship.” I said in a flirtatious and teasing manner. “In answer to your question, yes, I do. I very much want to join you in your bath. I want to be yours. I want you to take me whenever you need to, whenever you want me.”

Koushik nodded in agreement.

Looking at the intoxicating erection in front of me, I slowly began to undress. I un-wrapped my sari and allowed them to drop to the floor. Then I opened my blouse and dropped it also. I slowly removed my petticoat and let it drop to my ankles. I then stepped out of them and then picked them up. Looking over my shoulder at my brother, I neatly folded the sari, petticoat and blouse, teasing him, standing in my panties and bra.

I removed my bra. I stood there wearing only my pale blue cotton panties. I looked in my cousin brother’s eyes as I slowly hooked my thumbs into the waist band and very slowly I began to lower them. I lowered them a couple of inches exposing just a trace of my clean shaven pussy, but stopped just before I exposed my vagina. I looked into Koushik’s eyes and I coyly asked, “Is it OK if I take these off?”

“Oh fuck, Ratna, you are killing me here. Please take off your panties.” Koushik pleaded, his erection bobbing up and down as he spoke.

I turned my back to him and removed my panties in as seductive a manner as I could; exposing round bottom before turning back towards him and exposing my vagina, which was clean shaven and bald. I ran my hands over my body. I had to admit, I had developed into a nice shape. My breasts, while small stood nicely atop a flat tummy. My bottom was firm and round atop my long legs. I was pleased with the results.

Momentarily, I looked at Koushik. He was tall and muscular. His chest and shoulders and his muscular abdomen seemed to all force my eyes down towards his large erection which pulsed invitingly in front of him. His large rigid cock still looked too large to comfortably fit inside my tight little pussy; however, I knew from day before yesterday night that with a little work and effort, I could stretch to accommodate him.

Yes, together we made a very attractive couple. The man to whom I was giving myself, who happened to be my cousin brother, was a very attractive man.

I hoped I was as attractive to Koushik as he was to me at that moment. From the way his boner throbbed up and down, it appeared that Koushik did find me quite attractive.

“May I join you in the shower?” I asked coyly.

“Oh yes. Please do.” He said as he took my hand and entered the bath room.

The shower was running. My nipples were erect as the water struck my chest. I turned my back to Koushik and let the spray massage my front. Koushik placed his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my shoulders and upper arms. Then, ever so slowly, Koushik turned me to face him, placing my back to the stream of water.

We stared into each others eyes with an affection that is difficult to describe. Koushik’s penis stood rigid and erect between us. Then he placed his fingers under my chin, and raised my head to kiss me. As his mouth approached mine, he stopped momentarily to say, “Ratna, I love both of you so much. Thank you for being mine. Thank you for giving yourself to me.”

I met Koushik’s kiss with open lips, inviting his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue as we necked, pressing our naked bodies together under the warm spray of the shower. I knew I was loved; and I knew I was his.

Koushik took my hand and placed it on his erection. I broke off our kiss to look at him.

Hesitantly, as I gazed into his eyes, I wrapped my fingers around his firm penis. I was still amazed at the thickness of this rigid pole; my fingers barely encircled the circumference.

This was only the second time I had touched his erect penis, and it continued to thrill me beyond belief. Once again, I was impressed not only by the length and girth, but by how heavy and rigid his cock felt with my fingers wrapped around it.

I stroked down, moving my fist to the base of his shaft, pulling the taut skin of his cock even tighter as I studied how Koushik’s penis responded to my touch. I noticed that as I pulled my fist down to the base, the tiny hole at the head of his cock opened up for me. This intrigued me.

I then stoked up the shaft slowly, and repeating the downward motion again. Again the hole at the tip opened. I was mesmerized by my new toy. I wanted to explore and experiment with it, and learn all about it. In fact, rather than a new toy, it was like I had a new pet to play with and get to know. I was like a little girl with a new puppy. We needed to get to know each other better. All I knew for certain is I really liked Koushik’s penis.

Koushik was arching his hips to the movement of my fist, humping forwards and back to accentuate the stimulation by my fist. Gradually, the pace began to quicken and Koushik’s movements became more animated. I loved how aroused he was becoming. I loved knowing I was the cause of it.

There in the shower, with the water washing over both of us, I pumped his rigid cock. He leaned over and kissed me again. Koushik’s kiss had a combination of love and passion that has never been surpassed. Our tongues wrestled with each other, chasing each other from one mouth to the other, and then back again. I felt an outpouring of love and affection for my brother at that moment that was as strong and as real as anything I have ever experienced.

Koushik brought his hand up and fondled my breasts, teasing the taut nipples. I moaned into his mouth as I gently sucked his tongue into my mouth. As I continued to pump his cock, Koushik slowly reached down with his fingers to explore my wet and erect clitoris.

I separated my legs ever so slightly to allow him access to my vagina. He gently opened the tight folds of my vulva and inserted one finger into my tight vaginal opening. Two nights ago, Koushik had been the first male to explore my womanhood, the first male to \’finger me\’. And now the second time he penetrated me with his fingers and it was just as sexy and pleasurable as the first.

I was aroused in anticipation of the pleasure Koushik could give me. He rotated his finger at my vulva, massaging the opening to my vagina. I could feel my vagina opening up to accept his touch. I bowed my legs, squatting slightly to allow him greater access to my vagina.

Koushik broke our kiss, and withdrew his finger from my vagina and looked at me lovingly. Slowly, he reached his hands up, placed them on my shoulders, pressing down firmly but gently. I quickly understood what he was trying to do; he was trying to move me into a kneeling position; and despite my lack of experience, I understood why he wanted me to kneel in front of him.

I should have anticipated that Koushik would expect this; but as naive as I was, I was momentarily caught by surprise.

I also knew that women are expected to do this for their men. I knew that if I was going to truly belong to my brother, if I was going to give myself to him totally, I needed to be prepared to do this for him. It may sound silly to you, but this was a big emotional step for a 22 year old girl. But I knew I wanted to do whatever Koushik needed.

After brief moment of hesitation, I allowed him to guide me to the kneeling position in front of his rigid cock. And I knew that by allowing him to ‘guide me to kneeling’, I was agreeing to take him in my mouth.

With the shower hitting the back of my head and shoulders, I studied Koushik’s erection inches from my face. I was still intrigued by the purple tinted, mushroom shaped head that appeared to me separate and apart from the shaft.

The ridge that separated the head from the shaft fascinated me. The thick vein clearly visible down the 7 or 8 inch shaft gave the erection a harsher, more rugged appearance; making the penis to appear almost ‘muscular’.

With his penis standing straight up, the underside was plainly visible as well; revealing the thick vein running down the middle of the underside of the shaft. This male tool was strangely beautiful to me. It represented a unique combination of strength, eroticism, and pleasure. I realize now that Koushik’s penis had a strange magnetic appeal to me, and it touched me at a very core level.

I like the thought that the male member takes the female; capturing and penetrating her, holding her in place until she accepts his seed inside her. Yes, the power that the male penis represents appeals to me even today. And at that moment, in the shower with my brother, I was learning that I liked submitting to that power. I liked being taken. And while being taken in my mouth for the first time was frightening and overwhelming, it also had a strange appeal. I was learning that submitting to the male member was very appealing to me.

So kneeling in front of Koushik in the shower, I leaned forward and kissed the head gently, without opening my mouth. I was not sure how to proceed. I was intimidated by this massive tool. I continued to stimulate the shaft with my fist while I contemplated what I wanted to do.

I leaned forward and kissed the head again, this time a bit more passionately, parting my lips ever so slightly and allowing my tongue to contact the head. As my tongue gently swept across the tiny opening at the tip, I detected a taste with which I was not familiar. It was barely detectable and not unpleasant, but slightly salty and bitter. I now know I was detecting the trace amounts of pre-orgasm ejaculate that men seep out of their penis before they shoot.

I kissed down the underside of the shaft as I gently held his testicles in my free hand, before returning to the head. But I was still hesitant to place this huge cock into my mouth. I was unsure if I could comfortably fit his girth inside me mouth.

I wanted to do this for my brother. Koushik placed his hands on the sides of my head and gently guided my head towards his rigid pole. I reached up and removed Koushik’s hands from the sides of my head. I needed to feel like I was controlling what I did and how much of him I took at a time. I did not like feeling like my head was being forced forward, or that his penis would be ‘forced’ into my mouth. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it willingly and at my own pace.

With Koushik’s hands now at his side, I slowly relented; I slowly opened my mouth to allow the cock head to slip past my lips. Koushik moaned loudly as his penis penetrated my lips into my mouth. The shaft was thick enough that I felt like I would have to stretch my mouth and jaw open to allow the head to pass by my lips. Initially, it was uncomfortable, but my mouth and jaw seemed to adjust to the intrusion rather quickly.

He was large, and the texture of the skin was incredibly smooth. I began licking and sucking; I started moving my mouth up and down, taking only 2 to 3 inches of him into my mouth. I could feel his hips rock upward to meet my movements, trying to push deeper in my mouth. I resisted trying to take him deeper in my throat; I feared that I would gag if I tried to take him any deeper. I preferred to stimulate the head using my lips and tongue.

I did not want to take much more than the head into my mouth.

After only a few minutes of stimulating the head of Koushik’s penis with my lips and tongue, Koushik’s breathing began to quicken. I knew instinctively that his arousal was increasing and he was approaching his climax. It was approaching decision time for me; my initial thought was to stop sucking now and complete the job “manually”?

My initial reaction was to pull away rather than allow him to cum in my mouth. But something kept me from disengaging my mouth; something kept me from pulling away. I was conflicted. In general, the thought of a man’s sperm in my mouth was not at all appealing; however, the specific thought of tasting and ingesting my brother’s most intimate nectar was, well, very intimate. I mean, this was still my cousin brother, the person to whom I was related, the person who had deflowered me two nights back, and the person to whom I wanted to give myself to in every way.

At that particular moment, as I wrestled with my emotions and conflicting feelings, the thought of pulling away from his semen seemed far worse that ingesting it. So I continued to stimulate the head of Koushik’s cock with my lips and tongue while pumping the shaft, knowing that at any second he might ejaculate into my mouth.

Still, I was a bit surprised as I felt the pulse of his penis and felt the sudden rush of semen appear in my mouth. I did not actually feel the semen shoot, but a large dollop of semen suddenly overwhelmed my tongue and mouth. In this concentrated volume, the taste was much stronger than the faint taste of his pre-cum seepage that I had tasted a hint of when licking the head of Koushik’s penis earlier. The salty, slightly bitter taste was not really unpleasant, but it was just slightly overwhelming.

I held the first string of semen in my mouth as I worked to muster the courage to swallow it. Momentarily, I was tempted to retreat and spit out the viscous rope of semen in my mouth; however in order to spit it out, I would have to ‘disengage’ from Koushik’s erupting member in the middle of his orgasm; and I did not want to do that.

In the instance during which I was deciding what to do with the semen in my mouth from the first string that shot from his penis, the second string erupted in my mouth, and I was forced to choose. I swallowed both spurts together. It was an intense, memorable moment. I had now ingested the most intimate essence of a man, his sperm; and it was my brother’s sperm at that.

Rather than being repulsed, the knowledge of what I had just done aroused me. Koushik’s semen was inside me now within my core. I liked that thought. The taste of his semen was not at all offensive; in fact, I found the experience pleasant and exciting.

After he finished spurting his ropes of semen in my mouth, I kissed his penis several times before standing up. As I stood, another very small trace amount of white semen appeared on the tip of his penis. I leaned forward and with the tip of my tongue, I licked the last remnants of semen from the head of Koushik’s penis.

I had just performed an incredibly intimate act. And while I admit that I felt a little ‘slutty’ at the moment having just swallowed his semen, I also felt incredibly close to Koushik.

Koushik reached over, placed his fingers under my chin and raised my gaze to his, and said, “Ratna that was beautiful. Thank you. I love you so much.”

And then Koushik kissed me full on my lips.

We hugged and caressed each other before exiting the shower, and dried each other off.

Koushik tossed the towel aside, and reached around me and began touching my clitoris with his fingers. I was already highly aroused. Having just given my first blow job, I needed a release. I needed an orgasm in the worst way. It would not take much to get me off either.

Koushik continued to gently flick his fingers across my erect clitoris. I could not keep from moaning as I shut my eyes and laid my head back against his strong chest.

I began rocking my hips. I wanted to climax. God, I needed my own release. I was responding to his touch.

“Koushik, you are turning me on so much. I want you so bad.
Koushik nodded.

“I want to take you inside me again. Please make love to me now. I want you to fuck me; I want you inside me so badly.”

I could see Koushik’s penis start to grow firmer again as I spoke. Koushik liked hearing me beg to be fucked…and he seemed very willing to do just that. He seemed ready to fuck his cousin sister again.

I was thrilled with this ‘new found’ power I had over my brother. I was thrilled that I could arouse him so, make him so hard, and I thrilled that he wanted me so badly. It was an emotional rush that I certainly would learn to enjoy and take full advantage of over time.

Koushik turned me so I was facing him. He kissed me deeply again. His penis pressed and throbbed against my lower abdomen. Our tongues danced together, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again.

He never seemed to mind the fact that minutes earlier he had ejaculated in my mouth. He was far too preoccupied with getting me prepared to accept his penis again.

As we kissed, he lifted me up, cradling my naked form and began carrying me toward his bedroom. I could feel Koushik’s erection pulsing against my buttocks as he held me in his arms.

As he carried me, I caught our image in the full length mirror at the end of the bedroom. I was taken by a very sexy looking couple; I was naked, cradled in Koushik’s arms. Koushik’s erection stood proudly in front of him, thick and rigid waving as he walked, occasionally contacting my leg and ass as it bounced upwards as he walked. We looked like an erotic photo; a very sexy erotic photo.

“Stop for a second, Koushik. Look at the mirror.” I instructed. I wanted to savour this image and commit it to memory.

Koushik then slowly lowered my legs and had me stand with my back towards him with both of us facing the mirror.

Koushik was several inches taller than me. His larger frame seemed to dwarf me, making me appear tiny and vulnerable standing naked in front of him. In this position, his large, erect cock, which was now pressing into my lower back, was no longer visible.

My perky, size 34 breasts stood firm and erect. My nipples pointed prominently.

Koushik’s broad shoulder and muscular arms contrasted my thinner, more feminine form. Koushik’s natural colouring was darker, more tan than I was. This gave my naked image an erotic contrast as I stood in front of him.

Koushik reached his left arm around my neck, over my shoulders and began teasing my left nipple, leaving the right breast fully exposed to the mirror. I watched as he slowly moved his right hand down my abdomen as I watched. Slowly he moved towards my wet and aroused clitoris and vagina.

I stood there, watching our naked image in the mirror as Koushik fondled me. Yes, together, we were a very sexy sight indeed.

The image of my brother teasing my nipple as he slowly moved his hand towards my awaiting wet and dilated pussy served to heighten my arousal. I squatted slightly to open my thighs and give my big brother better access to my pussy.

I reached behind myself and took Koushik’s penis in my hand.

Slowly, Koushik slid his hand down my flat stomach and found my erect clit and massaged it in a gentle but arousing manner that had me rocking my hips and moaning as I pumped his penis behind my back in my fist.

He then began gently probing the opening of my vagina. I was so wet, so aroused, and so open, that Koushik had no trouble locating my opening, and inserting the tip of middle finger inside me.

Koushik pulled my hair back exposing my shoulder. He then kissed and gently bit my neck and ear as he teased my pussy with his fingers. The sensations of him nibbling on my neck and ear while fingering me were indescribable. I moaned loudly from the pleasure.

“Oh Koushik, I love what you do to me. You turn me on so much. God, that feels good.” I hissed.

I kept glancing at the erotic image in the mirror, wondering who this sexy young woman was who was responding so totally to the digital stimulation of her vagina. I could see she enjoyed being fingered by the gorgeous hunk of a man who stood behind her. I could also tell she was going to get fucked tonight; fucked long and hard.

I felt dizzy as I spread my knees even further to allow Koushik greater access to my wet, swollen vulva. I moaned as he continued to tease me, alternating between penetrating my opening with his finger and gently massaging my erect clitoris.

The combination of Koushik’s kisses and love bites on my neck, his fingers teasing my clit and vaginal opening and the incredibly erotic visual image of watching myself be teased and played with in the mirror in front of me, aroused me in a way I had not known possible. I could feel my lubrication literally running out of my dilated vagina, soaking my upper thighs and Koushik’s fingers. I rocked my hips and squatted to open myself for penetration.

I moaned more loudly. “Oh my god, Koushik, you are driving me crazy. Oh god, I love you so much. Can you feel how wet you are making me? You have me so turned on.” I panted. “I think you could make me climax right here, just like this.”

Koushik stopped, turned me to face him and kissed me deeply. “Let’s go to the bed, Ratna.”

Koushik led me to his bed, and laid me on top of his bedspread. He climbed between my legs, and looked directly at my vagina which was leaking profusely, dripping my lubrication down my crack. I could smell the very faint aroma of my arousal.

Yes, I was a bitch in heat now, giving off her sexual scent to attract her lover. I knew that animals give off a scent to let their potential mates know they are ready for penetration, ready to accept a penis, ready to be bred. I was an animal who was ready, and my scent confirmed it.

I looked over and could see Koushik’s erection pulsing in front of him, rigid and aroused. The sight of my open vulva, the scent of my arousal, and the feel of my wetness all combined to make my brother fully aroused and erect.

Koushik traced his hand up my inner thigh and quickly found my erect clit. He massaged it in a gentle but arousing manner that had me rocking my hips and moaning. Koushik moved his fingers down to my vulva, and began to penetrate me.

I was so wet, so aroused, and so open, that Koushik had no trouble locating my opening, and inserting two fingers deep inside me. And as his fingers entered me, Koushik moved to a kneeling position between my open thighs.

Kneeling in front of me, Koushik’s index and middle fingers were buried deep in me; his knuckles stimulated my clit while the tips of his fingers were teasing the front wall of my vagina.

Koushik found a very, very sensitive spot on the front wall of my uterus, my g-spot.Koushik seemed to instinctively know just how to touch me there. My cousin brother was concentrating his fingers on massaging this spot in the front wall of my womb.

I responded with loud moans and gasps. I took his wrist and tried to force his hand deeper inside me. I knew that I was going to cum like this if he continued.

I looked at my brother and saw his erect penis still straining towards the ceiling. He was ready to penetrate me with his penis. I wanted him to penetrate me, to make love to me, to fuck me…

“Come here.” I instructed as I laid back prepared to accept his massive boner.

I lay back on my bed, placed my heels at my bottom, spread my knees and placed my fingers at the sides of my wet vagina. Slowly I opened myself up and looking into my big brother’s eyes. I asked innocently, “Koushik, are you ready to mount me? Are you ready to penetrate your sister again?”

I could see Koushik’s erection arching up as I spoke, assuring me that my questions served to heighten my brother’s arousal. Koushik smiled, shook his head in disbelief, and without uttering a word crawled up between my thighs.

I positioned the head right at the opening of my vulva.

Koushik pushed forward a bit. I felt the head stretching my opening, prying me open. “Oh My God. Hold up. Wait a second. Let me get used to you.” I cautioned.

Koushik pulled out slightly and then pushed forward. I grunted at the magnitude of this intrusion. He was literally prying me open. I quickly had my hands on his thighs, signalling to him when to stop pushing. He was now three or four inches deep inside of me.

Koushik repeated this cycle of pulling out and pushing deeper three or four more times, gaining an inch or so each time.

Once he was able to get half of his penis inside of me, each successive thrust seemed to contact the front wall of my uterus sending a pleasurable shot through my core. I was responding to the head of Koushik’s penis striking me deep inside my womb. I liked it; I liked it a lot.

My grunts and grimaces turned to pleasurable moans as my arousal grew. I was now rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts. I was lifting my bottom off the bed to increase the pressure of his cock on the front wall of my womb. I was starting to ‘fuck back’ as my brother was forcing his erection deeper and deeper into my vagina.

I knew I had taken all of Koushik when I started feeling his testicles slapping against my bottom as he plunged into me. Yes, I was pleased with myself that I was taking all of him now.

I wrapped my legs around Koushik’s torso, digging my heels into his firm buttocks. I was ‘spurring him on’ with my heels as he plunged his cock into me.

As Koushik started pounding my vagina with his rigid cock, I started moaning more loudly.

Koushik took my legs from around his waist and raised them up over his shoulders. In this position, my knees were pressed into my chest, my ass was raised off the bed, my ankles were forced up to face level, and I was completely open and vulnerable.

All my weight was on my shoulders which were being driven into the bed. I had no control of what Koushik would do now. I liked being vulnerable to my brother this way. From this angle, Koushik’s cock was pounding the very front of my vagina striking my sensitive trigger at the front of my womb.

He looked down, watching his penis enter and withdraw from me with obvious admiration and pride. The head of his penis was striking my g-spot with each deep thrust, driving me closer and closer to orgasm.

My moans got louder and my breathing quickened. I knew I was going to cum; my feet were high over his shoulders. Koushik gave me everything he had, which was all I could take. With every pounding thrust, I spread myself as wide as I could, taking all of him.

Then it started; the first of a series of orgasmic spasms. I came, and I came. I was thrusting my hips upward to meet each of his thrusts, and I was howling in ecstasy.

My orgasm and my incoherent shrill howling moans pushed Koushik over the edge as well. He buried himself deep in my womb and my brother stiffened and convulsed. I knew at that moment, Koushik was releasing his seed inside me. I lay there panting, relishing the after flow of my orgasm, as I felt Koushik’s large penis pulsing deep in me as he spurted time and time again.

Koushik’s constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left me no doubt that he was filling me with ropes and ropes of his semen.

I lay there, my feet and my ass high in the air accepting every bit of my brother’s warm seed.

Neither of us said anything for several minutes, as we remained coupled together, panting, trying to recover our composure and breath. I felt his cock actually throb and thicken inside my vagina as I massaged his back and shoulders in our post-coital embrace. I did not want this moment to end.

I contracted my vagina several times, hugging Koushik’s erection inside of me; milking the last drops of his sperm into my vagina.

Lying their with my brother’s penis continuing to pulse inside of me, draining the last drops of semen from him, was one of the sexiest moments I have ever experienced in my life. Lying coupled together, my legs over his shoulders, my ass high in the air while his large firm penis continuing to pulse deep inside of me, continuing to drain the last drops of his seed into me, is an intimacy, closeness, tenderness between my brother and me that I will always cherish. I have never been more content, more fulfilled or happier than I was lying there, coupled with Koushik after giving me one of the greatest orgasms of my life!

Koushik leaned forward and kissed me, more gentle and loving than passionate; and then he slowly withdrew from me. I could feel my vagina spasm as he did, trying to adjust to the absence of his penis that was stretching it so fully only moments before. My pussy seemed strangely empty, and started a series of contractions that, once again, felt to me that it was looking for something to hold on to.

I looked down and could see the large volume of Koushik’s semen oozing out of my cunt hole.

Koushik rolled on his back next to me and then pulled me close, and we cuddled silently, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heart racing.

We cuddled and caressed each other as we remained coupled together until he fell asleep in my arms.

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