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Ananya

I couldn't concentrate on my romance novel as I lay in bed. Sara's words echoed in my mind: Cum in me, Cherry.

My brother had made love to our cousin last night. The words hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my thighs. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the women in my romance novels, aching for her lover to claim her.

To take her hard and love her.

I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My other hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to touch myself and think about my brother, but I couldn't help it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard Sara moan those words.

I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my virgin pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Cherry's handsome face, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my flesh slippery.

"Cherry," I sighed, rubbing myself and getting lost to my taboo fantasy, so envious of my cousin.

To be continued...

 

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Man of the House Chapter 3: Sister's Anal Advice

Sara

My pussy was burning so hot as my cousin Cherry, my lover who I would do anything for, groaned atop his mom, my sexy Aunt Shriya. He slammed into her, cumming into the very pussy that had given him birth, maybe breeding his Mommy like he might have already bred me last night.

I shuddered, pressed against Aunt Shriya's side, watching the pleasure burning in both their faces, the incestuous passion they had shared. I was so thrilled I could witness this moment, my heart thudding in my chest, my wet pussy humping against my aunt's thigh. Everything had changed last night.

For a year, my nineteen-year-old cousin Cherry and I had been kissing cousins. We had always been close growing up. I was a month older then him. We played as kids--soldiers, ninjas, tag, basketball, and violent video games--and were best friends. That didn't change through junior high and into college. I always knew we would end up having sex, we were just both afraid of crossing that line into incest.

And then Cherry's subconscious gave him that final boost of confidence to go all the way with me. He had a dream of his dead dad, my sexy Uncle Chandu, telling my cousin he had to put both our families back in order by fucking us all. Me first, since we were in so much love. He popped my cherry last night. And then we learned the shocking news--his mom and my mom were lovers. They were sisters and lovers.

Our family was so hot.

"Oh, yes, Mommy needed that," moaned Aunt Shriya as she pulled her son down for a hot kiss. My cousin's hot, muscular body draped over her busty frame, her tits crushed to his chest. She was a sexy MILF, her hair dyed blonde, not natural like my dirty-gold curls, and in great shape.

And she was so lonely since Uncle Chandu died six months ago. But I could tell being taken hard by her son was exactly what she needed.

"Oh, that was so hot, Aunt Shriya," I moaned, licking my lips as they kissed.

Cherry broke the kiss, his dark eyes falling on mine. I shuddered, understanding in an instant what he wanted. What I had promised to do last night. I licked my lips and nodded my head. I would do anything for my cousin. I was a submissive, like Aunt Shriya appeared to be.

Only I was Cherry's top submissive. His girl.

"Oh, no," Mommy moaned as Cherry pulled out of her pussy and rolled off her body, his dick half-hard and coated in her pussy cream. It rested on his stomach as he stretched out on his back. "I liked you in me."

Cherry shrugged. "Sara has a task to do."

A task. I shuddered at those words, my pussy clenching. I moved, my round breasts jiggling. They were small compared to Aunt Shriya's. But they were firm, and Cherry loved them even if they weren't as big as my aunt's, my mom's, or Nidhhi's, Cherry's twenty-year-old sister.

I moved between my aunt's legs, nervous and excited all at the same time to have my first true lesbian experience. Yes, I had kissed Aunt Shriya and sucked on her nipple while Cherry fucked her hard. But licking her pussy, devouring Cherry's cum out of her snatch, would be a true girl-on-girl experience.

And I was eager for it because Cherry wanted it.

His eyes were hungry. "Eat the creampie I made in my mom."

"Oh, you are a naughty boy," moaned Aunt Shriya. "Mommy raised a big, strong, naughty boy."

"You did," I said. Then, as a joke, added, "He's into watersports."

Cherry's face tightened while Aunt Shriya actually smiled. "Like to show your dominance over your women, huh, Sir? Humiliate them. Dirty them because you can. Because they will let you. Because they need to please you in any way possible."

I blinked as I lowered my face to her pussy. Was Aunt Shriya into watersports?

"I don't want to pee on her," Cherry scowled. "Sara's got the fetish. She had to watch me pee this morning. Made her wet just thinking I might piss on her."

"That he might make me," I corrected, my pussy clenching again. I really, really didn't want to be peed on, but I would submit for Cherry. I needed to submit to him, to do what he wanted. It was the yearning ache inside me. It gave me pleasure to please him and he knew it. He knew he had this power over me. A power that I gave to him.

It was so sexy.

I breathed in. I smelled the salt of Cherry's cum and a spicy musk. Aunt Shriya smelled different than my pussy. I took another breath, deeper, savoring the aroma as I moved to her trimmed, black bush matted with juices, her pussy lips thick and engorged, thrusting out of her slit. She wasn't tight and virginal like I was.

All those times fucking Uncle Chandu's cock had opened her up.

"Lick her," growled Cherry. "I love creampie porn."

I shuddered, loving to learn that fact about Cherry. I wanted to know all the secrets he had kept from me, all the times he had dodged when I pried at his porn-watching habits. And now he was opening up, letting me know what pleased him.

I licked boldly at Aunt Shriya's pussy. My tongue licked through her hot folds, her curly pubic hairs tickling my lips and cheeks. I gathered Cherry's salty cum and the wonderful, spicy juices of Aunt Shriya's pussy. She moaned and shuddered as my tongue licked up to her clit, pink and hard and throbbing as I lapped at it.

"Oh, yes, lick Aunty Shriya's pussy. Mmm, you are just a submissive slut for my son. Oh, yes, you're my son's slave."

Slave! That was a wonderful word.

"My chief slave," Cherry added, twisting his mom's nipple. Hard. She gasped, shuddering, humping against my voice. "Right, Mom?"

"Yes, yes," moaned Aunt Shriya. "Your slave. Mmm, just like your father. So sexy, Cherry. My sexy boy. I raised a sexy man to master me."

Her hand moved down his body as I licked again and again. I gathered the cum like I was licking an ice cream cone, but one had never tasted so good. So naughty I devoured the incestuous mix as I loved my aunt. My hands wrapped about her thighs, holding her as I licked and nuzzled, taking long drags.

"My cock is all wet," groaned Cherry as his mom reached his pubic hair. "You got me dirty, Mom. And you know the rules of the house."

"Clean up your mess or face the belt," moaned Aunt Shriya. It was one of Uncle Chandu's sayings. Since my dad, the sperm donor, ran out on my mom while she was pregnant with Janhvi, Uncle Chandu kept the discipline in my household, too. Janhvi and I had been been spanked by Uncle Chandu. Maybe that was why our families lived next door.

"That's right," groaned Cherry as his mom brought his cock to her lips and licked at the half-hard shaft, cleaning up her pussy juices from him.

"Oh, that's hot," I groaned. "Lick his cock, slave. Please my man. I want you to make him hard again."

"Yes, Miss," moaned Aunt Shriya. And she licked again, swirling her tongue around the crown of his dick as her hips humped against my lips.

My pussy was on fire as I licked and nuzzled at my aunt's cunt. I probed my tongue into her silky sheath, savoring the heat and warmth as I quested for more of my cousin's jizz. Aunt Shriya's lips sealed over Cherry's dick, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on her son's cock.

Cherry groaned, gripping his mom's hair as she swallowed all of his half-hard dick. Cherry's muscles rippled as he shuddered. I bet his dick was throbbing hard in his mom's mouth, getting ready for round two.

Oh, this was so hot.

I sucked on my aunt's clit, nipping, making her moan and gasp before I nuzzled back at her pussy lips. I probed a final time, searching for any more salty treat, but all of Cherry's cum was gone. I had licked it all up.

"That's it, Mom," groaned Cherry. "You nasty slave. Mmm, you're my Mommy-slave. You'll do anything in the world I tell you. You'll help me fuck your sister. And your daughters. Both of them. Ananya and Nidhhi. And you'll help me discipline Janhvi into acting like a proper eighteen-year-old."

Aunt Shriya moaned so loud about his dick. Her hips bucked, grinding her pussy against my face. Her pillowy tits jiggled. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard while her juices flooded into my licking mouth. Spicy cream poured past my lips and coated my throat with their passion as I swallowed.

She came.

She backed hard, moaning louder and louder as she gobbled her son's hardening cock. She bucked. The idea of her son fucking her daughter set her off. Her eyes were squeezed shut. I held on to her thighs, licking at her juices, savoring the hot delight of contributing to her orgasm while my pussy clenched and ached, needing to be satiated.

"Fuck," Cherry groaned. "You just came, you nasty slut." He pinched her nipple. "You want me to fuck my sisters. You want me to pop Ananya's eighteen-year-old cherry. To make my little sister howl on my dick. And you want to witness as I bend Nidhhi over the counter and teach her to respect me. To stop calling me squirt and realize I am the man of the house."

"Your mom does want to help you, Cherry," I moaned, lifting my dripping face. "She squirted, Cherry. That's how hard she came."

"Fuck," Cherry groaned, ripping his cock from his mom's mouth. He was fully hard, his dick throbbing before me. "Mommy-slave, get Sara's ass ready. I need to break in every one of my girl's holes."

My ass clenched. Anal? "Doesn't that hurt?"

He stared at me. "And?"

"And I want you to fuck my ass, Cherry," I moaned despite my fears. He wanted this. So I would make a gift to him. I spun around, kneeling, pointing my ass at him. "Take me. I'm yours, Cherry. I always have been. I've wanted to be your woman, your wife, since we were kids."

Aunt Shriya laughed. "And everyone knew that you had such a crush on your brother."

I blinked. Cherry and I said, "Brother?" at the same time.

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Cherry

My dick throbbed hard as I wrenched my eyes from my submissive cousin's tight ass, her shaved pussy glistening between her sleek thighs, to the tattoo on my mom's left breast. Over her heart. It was a triangle with three letters inside it. The letter C at the top point while a second letter S and a S were at the lower two corners.

I traced it, touching the top C. "Chandu," I said then moved down. "Shriya and Shruti. You were both Dad's sex slaves."

"And lovers," Mom moaned, pain flooding her eyes. "I loved your father so much, Cherry. From the first time we made love, I knew I would be his wife. And when he wanted to do other things, experiment, I didn't fight him. I submitted. I gave him what he wanted. Even other girls. And then he wanted my younger sister. And I was so excited. So wet to make her a gift.

"Our first night together was magical. The three of us were welded, united. Shruti and I were so much alike, but submissives, eager to please this strong man who loved us both. Since I was already dating him, we kept that up. Shruti became his secret lover, his mistress."

"That's why we live side-by-side?" I gasped. "So Dad could have access to Aunt Shruti."

"And...and..." Sara looked over her shoulder, her hazel eyes wide. "That means Uncle Chandu is my..."

"He's your father," nodded my mom. "Until now, Shruti and I never had another man. Only him."

I glanced at my cousin. Only she wasn't my cousin. She was my half-sister. My dick throbbed even harder. I had already fucked one of my cousins, and she was the woman I loved, my best friend in the whole fucking world.

"Damn," I groaned, my dick felt even harder. "I'm going to break my sister's ass."

"I have a brother," Sara said and turned, throwing herself at me.

I was startled by the hug, by how tight she pressed against me, her breasts rubbing on my chest, nipples so hard, my dick throbbing against her stomach. I hugged her back, holding her as she cried into my neck. Her wet cheek pressed against mine.

"My brother," she groaned. "My man, my brother, my master, my husband. Oh, Cherry. I..."

I understood. Nothing had changed and yet everything was some how different. We were even closer now. I rocked her and kissed at her cheek, loving my half-sister. She squeezed my tighter for a moment before breaking away and glaring at my mom.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that Uncle Chandu was my dad? I thought I didn't have one." Her voice broke and her lower lip quivered. I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

"We were waiting for Janhv and Ananya to get older." Tears beaded my mom's eyes. "We wanted to make sure everyone in the family was mature enough to understand and not freak out. We wanted to make sure you wouldn't tell people, even by accident, and start rumors. It might have made things weird for you at school or something. And then..."

"He died."

Tears beaded my mom's eyes. I held out my other arm for her. And then my mom was pressed against me, her face pressed into my neck, sobbing for my dad. She loved him a lot, probably as much as I loved Sara. Tears burned at my own eyes as I held both my sister and mother. Their arms were around each other, all of us hugging, remembering what a great man Dad was.

Finally, the tears dwindled. My mom sniffed. "I'm sorry, Sir," she said. "I...I shouldn't have been crying. I ruined the mood."

I shook my head. "Mom, don't be. It's good to cry. I understand. You're my Mommy-slave, but it's Dad who you'll love. I don't mind. I have Sara. I just want you to be my slut."

"Oh, I am," she purred. "And I do love you. You're my big, strong son."

Sara giggled. "He's already getting hard again, Aunt Shriya."

"He wants that ass." Mom's hand moved and squeezed Sara's rear. "He wants his sisters tight, virgin ass."

My dick was hard again. Aching as it pressed into Sara's stomach. My half-sister, that would take some remembering, wiggled, her nipples hard against me. "I do. I want that ass. I love watching anal."

"What other porn do you like?" Sara moaned.

"Lesbians," he grinned. "And creampies."

"We covered that," Mom said. "And anal."

"Titty fucks." My eyes flicked down at Mom's big breasts pressed into my side. "I'll be breaking in those tits sometime."

"They're yours, Son," she breathed.

"Mallu," I added. "Tight, petite Mallu girls."

Mom laughed. "Your father did, too. Your Aunt Shruti and I were on standing orders to find him any Mallu woman interested in a threesome."

"I think you just got harder thinking about another woman when you have your hot sister and busty mom in your arms, asshole," Sara said, a playful smile on her lips as she lightly punched me on the shoulder.

"Mallu girls," I grinned. Then I smacked her ass, hard. She gasped at the stinging slap. "Now on your knees. Mommy-slut, get her ready for my cock. I'm going to pound my sister's ass."

"Oh, yes, Sir," moaned Mom, her voice husky, eager to please.

"It better be my ass you're thinking about while fucking me," Sara said, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Keep that tone with me, and I'll bend you over my knee."

She smiled. "I just might like that."

Then she turned onto her hands and knees, presenting that beautiful ass. So firm and curving. She had a great ass. I stared at it, loving my red handprint marring her flesh. Oh, yes, she would be over my knee before too long. That ass was too inviting to give up.

"I also love watching women getting spanked," I groaned. "My last kink."

Sara wiggled her ass at me, teasing me as Mom knelt before her. Damn, I loved my half-sister. She would be my wife. I bet there was states were we could marry. Technically, she was my first cousin. My dad's name wasn't on her birth certificate. I would have to look into that. Maybe relocate the family in a few years.

"Anal can hurt," Mom said as she ran her fingers through Sara's dripping pussy lips. "But if you are ready for it, cocks are lubed with spit or pussy juices, then it is amazing. I've had some of my best orgasms with your father's cock in my ass."

"I bet Daddy fucked you so hard," Sara moaned, savoring the word. I could hear the joy in her voice. Just knowing she had a Daddy who loved her, even if he had passed away, made her feel wonderful. Dad always did show affection for Sara and Janhvi, treating them like he did my sisters and me.

Damn, Dad was a stud.

"So we're going to get you nice and juicy for your first time," Mom moaned and shoved two fingers into my sister's hot, tight twat. Sara moaned, shuddering as Mom licked her tongue up through her taint and between the cheeks of her ass. "We'll use spit and pussy juices to get you lubed up."

"Oh, damn, Aunt Shriya," gasped Sara as my mom rimmed her ass. "Oh, isn't that nasty?"

"So nasty, Miss," Mom answered. "That's what makes it hot. So sour. Mmm, I love it."

I licked my lips, envying my mom. I slowly stroked my dick, wanting a taste of my sister's ass as Mom's tongue licked and swirled about her sphincter, getting her nice and wet while her fingers pumped in and out of Sara's snatch. Mom pulled her two digits out, covered in my sister's cream, and moved them up to Sara's asshole.

My half-sister gasped as Mom worked the first of her fingers into the tight, brown sphincter. I groaned, my balls aching as Sara's back arched. Her sandy-blonde hair danced about her shoulders as she wiggled.

"Oh, that feels soooo weird," gasped Sara. "Your finger is going so deep in me, Aunt Shriya."

"Does it feel good?" I asked, moving around the bed. I grabbed her blonde hair, yanking her head up to look at me. "Does it, slut?"

"Yes, Sir," she moaned. "It does. It's weird, almost burning and yet... Oooh, yes, that's even better."

My mom had slid the second finger in, making Sara rock and shudder on the bed, her eyes fluttering as her hips undulated. She moaned again, sounding so wanton and aroused. She licked her lips, eyes fluttering. Her lashes were so long and lovely. I stared into her eyes as Mom fingered and rimmed her, watching the pleasure cross my half-sister's face.

Damn, this was hot. I wanted to share everything with Sara. I wanted her to enjoy my sisters with me, especially Janhvi. I wanted to watch her make her own mother cum.

"Shit," I groaned and rammed my cock into her mouth. "Keep me hard but don't make me cum. I just want to feel that mouth on my dick while Mom gets you ready."

Sara moaned her yes about my dick as I shuddered. My balls ache so much as I held her hair, savoring her warm, wet mouth around my cock. She didn't suck and tried not to move her tongue, but it was still paradise. My eyes were locked on Mom ripping her fingers out of my sister's asshole and moving them lower, out of sight.

Sara moaned. Mom had shoved her fingers back into Sara's pussy.

"Get her ready for me, Mommy-slut," I growled. "Get her nice and loose. I'm going to pound her asshole so hard."

"Yes," Mom moaned. "I will, Sir. I will make sure your top slave is ready for you. That she will cum so hard when you fuck her. I know you want to make her cum. You are such a generous man, like your father. You want your women happy."

"'A happy woman will do anything for her man,'" I quoted Dad. He had been grooming me to be a dominant, to probably claimed Sara as my submissive lover if everyone in the family realized we had been in love since children.

"She will," Mom moaned. "Look at Sara. You made her very happy, Sir."

"I licked her pussy to orgasm before I popped her cherry. And she tasted wonderful."

"That will do it," Mom smiled.

My sister moaned about my cock, vocalizing her agreement. The humming delight of her voice sent flutters racing down my dick. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth. I wanted that ass. I watched Mom work a third finger into Sara's sphincter, widening her brown ring, getting her ready for my dick's girth.

Damn, this was so hot. So sexy. My own fucking harem of women. Sara at the top, then Mom and her sister, and then my sisters. Maybe other girls. Nabha, my older sisters best friend, was always flirting with me, cock-teasing me like Nidhhi did. Those two would have to learn there are consequences to teasing a man and making him hard.

"Fuck," I snarled, my balls aching. "She's ready, Mom."

Mom pulled her fingers out of my sister's ass. She held them up to me, a twinkle in her eye. "She is, Sir."

I licked her fingers, savoring the lingering traces of sweet pussy mixed with sour ass. I groaned as I pulled my dick out of Sara's mouth. She sucked in deep breaths as I moved on the bed, Mom sliding out of the way.

"May I guide you in, Sir?" Mom asked, her eyes big. "I want to hold my son's big, thick cock as he fucks his sister's ass for the first time." There was motherly pride in her voice.

"Yes," I growled.

She shoved her fingers between her thighs, rubbing her pussy before she seized my cock, stroking her cream onto my shaft. I grinned at her as she brought me to my half-sister's asshole. Sara watched over her shoulder, her face tight, fear in her eyes.

"Sara," I said. "You're a fucking tomboy. You once skinned both your knees and wanted to keep on playing. Don't be scared. Trust me."

Her breath quickened. She nodded. "I do, Cherry. I do. You won't harm me."

"He'll only hurt you," Mom purred. "And that is something completely different" She rubbed my cock against Sara's tight sphincter. "Now fuck your sister's virgin ass. She needs it so badly. Her ass is yours."

"Mine," I snarled and thrust.

Sara's back arched. Her head snapped up. She hugged a pillow to her as my dick forced past her tight sphincter. My eyes widened as the velvety, hot tightness of her bowels gripped me. I pushed deeper and deeper as she groaned, shuddering, clenching down hard on my dick. She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath when I bottomed out in her.

"I took you," she groaned, voice tight with pain. "I took you, Cherry."

"You did," I growled, my hand sliding around her hip to her stomach. "God, you are tight. I could just stay like this forever, savoring your bowels."

"Oh, God, yes," she moaned, her breath slowing, her bowels relaxing. My finger reached for her clit and--

Her phone blared Pharrell's Happy. She threw a look to her discarded jeans on the floor, her phone peeking out of a pocket, the screen lighting up. "That's your house's landline, Cherry."

 

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"Ananya," I groaned. My little sister eschewed cell phones for some reason--don't ask. She enjoyed having her kindle eReader, which wasn't even a proper tablet she could do something else on beside reading books. Only her and my mom ever used our landline. "Why would she be...?"

Sara and I both looked at each other, our eyes widening as the same idea popped into our head.

Last night, when Sara and I had made love and fucked four times, we had not been quiet. My bedroom was on the third floor, sharing the attic with a storage room. Ananya's was on the second floor but not directly beneath mine. She was the only person home last night, and she might have heard us.

And now she was calling Sara. She never called Sara.

"Get the phone, Mom," I growled, my finger rubbing on Sara's clit. "Hurry."

"Yes, Sir," she said, not questioning, hearing the authority in my voice.

"Cherry?" Sara asked.

"Talk to her," I grinned. "If she heard us last night, I want to know if she's turned on. Probe her. Put her on speaker phone and let's find out how ripe my sister's cherry is."

Sara's bowels clenched on my dick. "Oh, you are a wicked brother."

"Uh-huh," Mom said, rushing back to the bed and handing Sara her iPhone.

"Quiet," I told Mom, my finger slightly stroking Sara's clit. I wanted to pound her ass so hard, but I resisted.

Sara connected the proper sequence of dots on the screen to unlock it and hit the speaker button. "Hey, Cupcake, this is a surprise."

"Are you with Cherry?" the quiet voice of my sister asked. I imagined her in the kitchen, sitting at the island on one of the stools, the phone pressed against her ear, her petite body trembling. She was just budding into womanhood, a late bloomer compared to Nidhhi or even Janhvi.

Sara glanced at me. I shook my head.

"No, no, he went to play a game of pickup basketball with his asshole friends," Sara answered. "I decided to hangout at the house. So what's up, Cupcake?"

"I..." Ananya's voice hesitated. "Well... I don't know... It's... Maybe this was a bad idea."

"You heard Cherry and I making love last night," Sara boldly said, her bowels clenching on my dick.

I fought a groan, rubbing her clit. Sara shivered as there was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. Then Ananya said, "I...did. So...?"

Her cheeks must be crimson right now, her cute glasses slipping down her button nose. Damn, it was torture not fucking Sara's hot, tight bowels. My dick ached so badly. I needed that sweet friction about me.

"So...what? Why did I make love to your brother?"

"I know why." Ananya swallowed. "You love him."

"I do. And it was so sexy. Your brother made our first time special."

"He did." Her voice rose, interest clear in her tone. "That's good. What was it...like?"

"Why are you so curious? Eager to have that special boy carry you off and pop your cherry. Who is it?"

"There's no one," Ananya said. "Not really."

Sara looked at me and mouthed, "She wants you."

Mom nodded her head, lying on the bed, biting her lip as she slowly rubbed at her pussy lips, listening to her youngest daughter's breathy, virginal curiosity. Mom's breasts jiggled so invitingly while Sara shifted.

"You can tell me who the boy is," Sara purred. "Is it a boy at school?"

"I guess," Ananya squirmed. "So what was it like? When he... You know?"

"Popped my cherry?"

"That's not romantic," Ananya gasped. "I thought you said it was romantic."

"It was so romantic, Cupcake." Sara shuddered. "I walked in wearing this tight tank top, no bra, and his eyes just bugged out. I could tell he wanted me. That we were finally going all the way. He pulled me to him, so strong, claiming my lips."

"Wow," Ananya said, her voice throaty.

"The kiss was amazing. I mean, fireworks and bells and all that. I melted against him. It was the best kiss ever. I squirmed on his lap, and I could feel him growing hard."

"His penis?"

"Come on, say the right word," Sara purred. "I know they use dirty words in all those romances you read."

"His cock!" She said it fast, excited. "You felt his cock?"

"I did, Cupcake. Your brother was hung. He was so hard beneath me. I ground and groaned on him, growing hotter and wetter. And then he laid me on the bed."

Listening to Sara describe last night to my--our--little sister made me ache. I slowly pulled my dick back, savoring the hot grip of her ass as Sara told about how it felt to have her nipples sucked and how I kissed down to her pussy. "He pulled off my panties, and I was exposed. I was so scared and thrilled all at the same time. He was seeing me naked. All of me, and there was such desire in her eyes."

"Oh, I want that," panted Ananya. She must be wet, too, squirming, her virgin pussy soaking her panties.

Mom groaned, rubbing harder at her pussy. Her toes curled as she masturbated, her black curls engulfing her fingers. She shoved two digits into her pussy, biting her lip to fight off another moan. Her eyes fluttered. I understood. This was so damned hot.

I pushed my dick forward, muffling my grunts as Sara's tight ass gripped my cock, the friction racing through me.

"And then he ate my pussy, Cupcake. He devoured me." Sara shuddered. "Oh, god, it was so many sensations. They were all mixing and swirling. It made masturbation pale. He was so wonderful. My sexy man was eating me out, pleasing me, loving me. His eyes stared up at me and I knew. I knew, Ananya, that he loved me."

"Oh, yes," Ananya moaned. Was my sister masturbating on the other end of the line, rubbing her virgin, eighteen-year-old cunt? "Then what? Did he make love to you? Did he take your maidenhead?"

"Yes." Sara bucked into me, sliding her ass up my shaft as I thrust, her hips shaking. "His cock was in me. We were united, one flesh. It was so intimate. I was his woman. He was atop me, loving me, pumping away, driving me wild. Cupcake, it was the best thing ever. Ooh, I hope you and your special boy have as much fun as we did."

"There's no one," Ananya repeated. "But...but... Oh, you're so lucky, Sara. My brother is so handsome and...and..." Breathy squeaks came through the phone.

"She's cumming," Mom whispered, rubbing her pussy faster. "My baby girl is cumming. She's masturbating to you, Sir."

Sara groaned, listening to the wild gasps of Ananya on the other end of the phone as I slid my dick faster and faster in and out of her bowels. Her flesh gripped me. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I reamed my dick in and out of her depths. I diddled Sara's clit harder.

"It was amazing, Cupcake," moaned Sara. "I came so hard on his dick. So hard. My pussy spasmed on him. I loved it!"

And then her bowels spasmed on my dick. Sara was cumming, too, adding her moans to my sister's gasps. I fucked her harder, not caring any longer about being quiet. My dick ached. This was too much. Ananya wanted me to make love to her, to take her cherry like I had taken Sara's.

And I had to pluck her cherry. I had to fuck my little sister.

"Oh, yes, Cupcake," moaned Sara. "It was amazing. He's my man. I'm so happy. I want you to be happy, too. I want you to surrender to the man you desire. To give yourself to him."

Ananya let out a moan in the background. Then she gasped. I could hear her embarrassed, fluttered breath, and then she quickly blurted out, "I have to go. Bye."

The line went dead. "Fuck," exploded out of my breath as I pounded my sister's tight ass, rocking her on the bed. "Fuck, that was so hot."

"It was," Mom gasped, her body heaving. "She came. The little vixen was masturbating on the phone with you."

"I know," Sara moaned. "Oh, it was so hot. Especially with your dick in my asshole, Cherry."

"And my finger on your clit." I rubbed harder and she bucked.

"So hot. That was amazing." Her hips bucked back into me, her hot, tight bowels gripping my dick. "Mmm, yes, pound my ass, Cherry. Ram that huge dick into me. Oh, yes. My brother's big cock is in my asshole. My man's dick. Fuck me. I need to cum again. And then you have to dump all your cum in my bowels."

"Because all of your holes are mine?" I snarled. "Mine to cum in whenever I want?"

"Yes!"

"If we're at the mall, and I say, 'Pull down your panties,' what do you do?"

"Pull them down and offer you my cunt," she moaned, bucking harder, her words driving me wild.

I pounded her ass, my balls smacking into her taint, her butt-cheeks rippling. "And if we're at school and I say 'Sara, fall to your knees,' what do you do?"

"Fall to my knees, unzip your pants, and suck your cock, Cherry."

"Even if we're in the middle of a crowded hallway? All the students passing. Your friends watching you suck my cock."

Her bowels clenched so hard on my dick. "They would all watch me be your cock-sucking whore, Cherry. I would show them how a girl worships her man's dick and swallows all of his cum. Every last drop."

"Damn, I love you," I panted, my dick aching in the depths of her bowels. Her hot, tight flesh gripped me so hard.

"Yes," she hissed.

"Oh, you two are so beautiful together, Sir," Mom moaned. "Just perfect. Your father would be so proud of you both. He was eager for you to take command of your half-sister, to make her your woman. He wanted you to be as happy as him."

"Shit," I groaned, my balls ready to burst.

I slammed my dick hard and fast into Sara's bowels. I growled, the friction building the pressure in my nuts. They thwacked into her body, full of cum, ready to flood her. I groaned, rubbing harder at her clit as I humped over her, watching her supple back writhe as she bucked back into me.

Her blonde hair danced as she undulated her hips. She grunted and groaned, slamming back into me. Her bowels tightened. Her head snapped back. And then she came again. Juices flooded around my finger on her clit as her asshole spasmed on my dick, milking my cock.

"Cum in my ass, Cherry," she growled. "Please! Cum in your slutty, submissive sister's asshole."

"Do it," moaned Mom, frigging herself to another orgasm, her tits bouncing as she humped. "Please, Sir. Empty your balls into her asshole."

"Yes," I growled and buried to the hilt into Sara's tight asshole.

My cock unloaded. Pleasure pumped through me. It surged to my mind. My back arched. Stars danced before my eyes. Ecstasy bathed through me. Ananya's face burned bright in my mind, a beacon. My next conquest. I was going to enjoy her.

And Mom and Sara were going to help.

As the pleasure peaked in me, an idea formed in my mind. Something so naughty and wonderfully delicious, a way to cement I was the man of the house. I shuddered a final time, the last blast of cum flooding into my half-sister's tight bowels. She groaned, milking me.

"Oh, thank you for cumming in me," moaned Sara. "I so needed that, Cherry. You always know what I need."

"Uh-huh," I groaned, pulling my cock out of her asshole.

"And you made a mess, dear," Mom purred. "I hope you remember the rule."

Sara's eyes widened as she looked at my dick. Then she turned around. Her nose wrinkled, smelling her sour ass on it. But then she licked up my shaft to the top. I groaned, savoring her submission, her willingness to degrade herself for my pleasure.

"Let me help," Mom moaned, nuzzling in, licking at the other side of my dirty cock.

"Damn," I groaned, staring at their faces. "Oh, you two are such wicked sluts." They would do anything for me. Even let me pee in their mouths... "We're going to have fun today. There is an eighteen-year-old virgin pining for her brother. I think she needs her 'cousin' to help her out, soothe her fears, and get her ready to have her maidenhead pricked."

"You wicked boy," groaned Mom. "Yes, Sir, I totally agree with you. That's what my daughter needs."

Sara winked at me and then sucked on the crown of my cock hard. Damn, it was great being the man of the house.

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Ananya

Embarrassment flooded through me. My hand was still in my shorts and panties, pressed against my wet, virgin pussy. I couldn't believe I had masturbated listening to Sara talk about making love to my older brother.

But Cherry was so handsome, like one of the heroes out of a romance novel. He was so muscled, like Dad, and broad-shouldered. My brother's hands were strong. And he knew how to please a woman, just like the men in the romances did. They seduced their women, gave them pleasure, and then took them so hard.

Ravished them.

My pussy clenched, and I shuddered as I rubbed my fingers up and down my hot pussy. I shivered, the bar stool creaking beneath me. I set the receiver down. The long, curly cord led back to the phone mounted on the wall.

Cherry. How wonderful would it be if Cherry made love to me? But he was Sara's boyfriend. And he was my brother. I couldn't have him. It would be soooo wrong.

And that made my pussy tingle. I rubbed myself again, closing my eyes and--

Stairs creaked. Bare feet padded.

I gasped, wrenching my hands out of my pussy, my cheeks burning as I fumbled at the fasteners of my jean shorts. My heart thudding, Nidhhi stumbled into the kitchen. My older, far bustier sister walked in, her hair a tangled mess, her breasts stretching out a pink tank top, a pair of bright-red, lacy panties clinging to her hips and crotch.

"Hey, Ananya," she muttered on her walk to the refrigerator.

"You slept in," I said, my cheeks on fire. I wiped my fingers off on my shorts. But I could smell my fresh pussy juices. What if she could smell them, too? What if she realized I was masturbating in our kitchen? I wanted to bolt.

"Late night," she yawned.

"Working at Dairy Queen?" I arched an eyebrow. "I didn't think they were open past 11."

"Drive thru's open later at this one. Get the people coming home from the bars hungry." She yawned again, stretching. If Cherry was here, he would be staring at Nidhhi's ass in those tight panties. The fabric had dipped into her crack and molded to her round cheeks.

He would never notice me. I was so flat, so petite. Puberty had done its best to ignore me. But it would be so wonderful to lie with Cherry. I would let him make love to me. I would. I didn't care if it was wrong. He was so handsome. My sexy brother.

"Right, no OJ," grumbled Nidhhi and closed the fridge. "Mom better go grocery shopping today."

I nodded absently. My pussy tingled again. I put my bowl of cereal in the sink then rushed upstairs. I had to masturbate again. To Cherry. I slammed my door behind me, locked it, and threw myself on my pink comforter, surrounded by my stuffed animals. I wiggled out of my shorts and panties before i grabbed my large teddy bear. He was as big as me.

"Cherry," I moaned as the fluffy bear loomed over me. I rubbed my crotch against the teddy bear's, savoring the slide of his soft fur against my virgin pussy, and humped, pretending it was Cherry on top of me.

To be continued...

 

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Bollywood M.I.L.F Plumber -- 1

The week had been a busy one, the last thing I needed on a Friday afternoon was a lengthy callout on someone's blocked drain or toilet.... but when the call came thru at around 3pm to go to a blocked sink the only positive thing I could think of was; at least it's on my way home.

In the eastern suburbs the majority of houses were of the rather posh kind, complete with posh or snobby occupiers. But I got a pleasant surprise when I knocked on the door of this one, a big home with a double garage out the front of it. The lady who opened the door smiled and introduced herself as Ayesha.

"Hi, problem's with the laundry tub in the garage," she told me as she led me to the garage.

As I followed this tall brunette to the garage I couldn't help but notice her firm buns moving freely under the thin fabric of her cotton shorts, complete with pantyline. The sleeveless T-shirt she had on fitted her trim form nicely, just a shame it showed too much of the bra she was wearing.... I just love T-shirts on women without a bra on.... Her shoulder length dark brown hair framed her face nicely and if I was to guess her age she'd have been 35 or so.

In the garage she showed me the laundry setup and left me to it, disappearing within a minute or so of me getting into my work. Ayesha returned a few minutes later, this time she was wearing the same shorts and tee, but it was immediately obvious that her bra was gone. The gentle sag of her breasts, the fabric clinging to the fullness of her womanly form and the nipples protruding was a real turn on for me.

"How is it going," Ayesha asked as she moved around in the garage, making it look as though she was doing some tidying when in reality all she was doing was making her breasts jiggle underneath her thin t-shirt.

"Yeah fine, looks like it's just the p-trap that's blocked so it shouldn't be too long M'am," I replied. As I was lying under the sink I could see her looking at my crotch, my cock at halfmast making for a nice show thru the cargo pants I was wearing.

"Oh, OK then," she replied. I swear she sounded disappointed.

As I was tidying up my tools I saw Ayesha come into the garage again, this time she bent over with her firm bum towards me. I looked and then looked again, the pantyline had definitely gone. Oh, and she stayed bent over for far longer than was necessary, as if to make sure I would get a good look at her firm posterior.

This in itself is not that unusual in my job, women sometimes will flirt and carry on like this, but unless it's obvious the woman is single AND the woman makes the first move I will just leave it at that. And hey, Ayesha was wearing a wedding ring.

So as I wrote up the jobsheet and asked Ayesha to sign it off I swear she looked disappointed. I wished her a nice weekend and with that I was off.

The following week I had almost forgotten about Ayesha when I got a call to go to her house yet again, this time around 10 on the Tuesday morning. Our despatcher made a joke over the phone that I had left the lady of the house unsatisfied, better make a good job of it this time.

Now getting a repeat call either means you've cocked up the repair job or there is an ulterior motive on the part of the customer.... As soon as Ayesha opened the door I could see her ulterior motives...both her nipples were making an impression on the flimsy dressing gown she was wearing.

As I walked in she smiled broadly, and started off, "Last week I didn't have the nerve to tell you about my friend Sonakshi, she told me about the special service you provided for her last month, I want the same, right now."

With that she simply dropped the gown off her shoulders and so she was standing there in just a pair of high heels.

"Sonakshi told me about your tongue pleasuring her, your big long dick probing her, your repeat performances leaving her sore and fulfilled...that's what I want, please Jai," Ayesha asked with a pleading look on her face.

"What about your husband," I asked.

"I am divorced she said, just wear the ring when I choose. By the look of your cock tenting your pants I'd say you are keen to get on the job Jai," Ayesha said as she grinned lustily at me.

Looking her over from head to toe I had to admit I was looking forward to ravishing this woman. So when I put my toolbag down and pulled my polo shirt off, Ayesha took that as the go-signal and she was promptly undoing my pants, then dropped to her knees to unlace my workboots.

Once my workboots were off and my cargo pants were on the floor as well, Ayesha stayed on her knees in front of me. As she kissed my growing cock thru my boxer shorts I saw a camera in the corner of the room, with the red light on. "Hey, are you taping this," I asked Ayesha.

"Yeah, for when I get old and wrinkly, will give me something to masturbate to," Ayesha explained.

"Oh OK, better we put in a good performance then huh," I replied.

"Yes, please young man," Ayesha saucily said as she peeled my boxers down and got her fingers wrapped around my now almost completely stiff prick. Ayesha lifted my shaft out of the way and started sucking one of my balls into her mouth, lovingly and tenderly lapping and sucking.

After doing this to both my nuts for a minute or two she licked the underside of my cock from root to tip, before softly taking my helmet into her mouth and sucking on it sensuously.

 

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She started stroking my shaft slowly and took my cock from her mouth long enough to tell me, "I am so pleased that Sonakshi wasn't exaggerating about your dick young man, I so love a big dick in my mouth and pussy!" OK, at around 9 inches long and almost 3 inches wide I have long known that I am priviliged but it's not been much of a talking point for me....

Moving to the rug in front of the bay window Ayesha lays down on her back and pulls me on top of her, my cock now inches away from her pussy. Feeling the firmness of her nipples poking into my chest causes my cock to twitch, I just have to suck on her nipps.... So as I move down to take her nipples into my mouth in turn she pushes my head down towards her pussy, the aroma wafting in the air had me going this way anyway, but Ayesha was rather urgent and insistent.

Once I moved in between her legs I could see why, her pussy was seeping juices and her lips were swollen. With her inner lips poking out and her clit standing proudly erect it was as though Ayesha had been primed and ready for my arrival.

"Oh please lick me Jai, eat my pussy and stick your tongue into me," she urged in a low voice. As soon as my tongue slid into her lovecanal Ayesha shuddered lightly, her hands gripping the back of my head and driving me into her sex forcefully, her pelvis bucking up into my face....all the while she's softly moaning....

OK, I am a pussy eating addict by my own admission and I happily slurped on her tasty juicy clam until she asked me to stop licking and to stick my fat prong into her juicy box. By now Ayesha has been moaning away for a while and she's not ladylike anymore. Instead she's pretty much ordering me what to do, "Go on Jai, stop mucking around and shove your fat prick into my juicy slot, ram it into me all the way till your heavy balls are banging against my arse!"

She kept up the tirade of foul lingo until I had my knob inside her tight lovecanal, she was surprisingly tight and it shut her up as I slowly forced my fat fuckstick into her slippery cavern. She was looking at me with glazed over eyes as I slowly worked my way in and out of her delightfully tight pussy, squishing and squelching as I partly withdrew my fat prong from time to time.

After a few minutes her pussy seemed to loosen up a bit and it became easier to drive into her forbidden depths. It's always a pleasure to feel a new pussy wrapped around your cock, the reactions are always different and by the feel of it this lovely lady had been neglected in this department for too long.....

Once Ayesha got used to feeling full of my pole she became more vocal again, groaning out loud, "Oh yes, fill me up young man, ram that beautiful prick into me, bang those nuts on my bum.....and please fill me with loads of spunk.... I want to feel your cum oozing out of me after you've gone young fella....I love the feeling of spunk dribbling from my freshly fucked cunt...so make sure you pump it in deep," she moaned and groaned between deep heaving breaths....

So when I was about to cum I told Ayesha that I was getting near and she just clamped her legs around my back and urged me once again to just come inside her....please. As I let go in her cunt it was almost as though her cunt clenched up tight around my shaft, she didn't want to spill a drop.

After I'd pumped my load into her Ayesha became very mellow, saying that she'd heard from Sonakshi how she'd seduced me and how I had given in to her womanly attractions, how big and hard my cock had been, how long I had licked her fanny and so forth.

"So did you ask for me by name did you," I asked.

"Yes, I just asked for young Jai and the lady at your office said no problem," Ayesha says as she softly kisses me. I was mildly surprised at this as Trish in the office was a nosey little redhead who usually wanted to know everything that was even slightly suspicious.

As my cock was still in Ayesha's juicy hole, she could feel my cock grow back to full hardness and she responded by clenching her fanny tight around me, giving me a cunt massage. When I leaned onto my elbows properly and started shafting Ayesha's yummy snatch once more she just groaned in delight, "Oh yes, that's more like it, a young man who can do me, then do me again!"

This time Ayesha thrashed around more vigorously than before, pelvis tilting as I thrust into her now sopping wet slot and telling me give it to her good. "Oh yeah, you drill that yummy fat cock into me, yeah spunk me again," Ayesha orders....

Before too long I creamed her pussy again, this time I could feel our combined juices oozing out of her cunt before I had even pulled out, much to Ayesha's delight, "Oh yes, that's what I love, feeling our juices running out of my pussy...yummy!"

As I withdrew from Ayesha's hot pussy my cellphone started ringing and she urged me to answer it. So as I retrieve the phone from my cargo shorts and answer it, Ayesha is kneeling in front of me sucking my now softening cock into her mouth, cleaning off our combined juices with enthusiasm.

It was Trish from the office asking whether I was free to go to my next job yet, little did I realise it had been over an hour since getting to Ayesha's house. "Yeah, just about done here Trish," I managed to say as I looked down at Ayesha giving my cock long slow licks....

"You tease," I said to Ayesha, as I put my phone down.

"Who me," Ayesha answered playfully. "Better fill in your jobsheet and bill me for this job you did young man," Ayesha urged, "mustn't raise any suspicion in the office that you've been screwing around on company time huh??"

"That was worth every cent anyway, so please call on me again when you have some time on your hands in the evening would you Jai, you've got my phone number and address," Ayesha said as I got dressed. As Ayesha pulled on her dressing gown I saw my cum oozing from her pussy, and we both laughed as we both watched a thick glob of cum slowly slide from her pussy lips onto her thigh.

"Till next time then lover," she said dreamily, kissed me on the cheek and closed the door behind me.....

Phew, like I said, blue collar men have perks too.....

to be continue...

 

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Man of the House Chapter 4: Seducing My Virgin Sister

Sara

"You understand?" my half-brother asked me as I pulled on my panties.

"I do," I said, winking at him. My brother. I had a brother. Cherry wasn't just my cousin like I had thought for the last nineteen years of my life. His father, the man I thought of as Uncle Chandu, was also my father. I couldn't believe it. I was still reeling from the revelation that my mom and her sister, Aunt Shriya, were lovers and had shared Cherry's dad--my dad--since they my age.

And now Aunt Shriya was Cherry's mommy-slave.

I always thought my father was a scumbag, the sperm donor as Mom called him, who ran out when Mom was pregnant with my younger sister Janhvi. I was only a baby when it supposedly had happened, so I had no memories of that time. I believed her. And the truth that my handsome, strong, loving Uncle Chandu was my father made me excited at the same time it made me sad..

Sad because he had passed away six months ago before I knew the truth. It only came out as Cherry and I enjoyed fucking his mom this morning. Aunt Shriya had spilled the truth after Cherry had dominated her and turned his mother into his submissive slut.

I guess I was his submissive slut, too. I would do anything for my sexy brother. As I wiggled on my jeans, I couldn't help but smile at him, looking so handsome and strong, his mother cuddled up to him, her large tits pillowed across his chest, her bleached-blonde hair fanning out. He stroked her arm splayed across his torso, a satiated smile on his lips.

Of course he was satiated--he had just fucked my ass. And that was magical.

"I'm counting on you, Sara," Cherry said, his dark eyes strong.

He made my heart flutter and my pussy clench. "Have I ever let you down, Cherry?"

"There was the time we went camping and you forgot to pack any food."

"Well, that was in the backyard," I said. "The house was just a few feet away."

"And the time you bailed on us building our tree house."

"Mom took me shopping," I protested. "You don't have to be a dick about this."

He grinned. "And what about when I needed backup in the snowball fight, and you were too busy making snow angels."

"They were pretty angels." I put my hands on my hips, his eyes hot on me, my naked breasts jiggling. "Cherry, those were all when we were kids. Have I let you down since we were in high school?" We were the same age. Well, I was a month older. It was why we were so close. We lived next door and were the same age, so we did everything together. It helped that I was a tomboy and would rather get dirty playing with the boys then have fake tea party with dolls like my sister Janhvi would do with Ananya.

"Well," he said a grin spreading on his lips, "what about our project in the eleventh grade? You completely forgot to write your half of it."

"Well..."

"And then in Biology--"

"Okay! I get it. But I won't let you down this time," I said, tossing my hair. "Trust me. Your little sister will be ripe and ready."

"She better," Cherry grinned at me. And, damn, he was so sexy. I snagged my tank top, pulling on the tight cloth that molded to my braless tits, my nipples tingling against the fabric.

I moved to the bed, leaned over him. "Love you."

He kissed me hard, his tongue brushing my lips. "Love you, too." Then he smacked my ass, hard, and grinned, "My little sister awaits."

"Mmm, she does," Aunt Shriya moaned, wet and excited for Cherry to pop her youngest daughter's cherry.

Our family was a little messed up. But it was so hot.

My ass stinging, I sauntered out of the door. I had never seduced a girl before. But there was a first time for everything.

I passed my eighteen-year-old sister's bedroom. Her door was open. She was off, probably running around the park. That girl had too much energy and was really into fitness. I stepped out into the warm, autumn morning and cut across my front lawn to Cherry's, passing beneath the shade of the large tree growing before his house.

The Cherry' house was bigger than mine. It was three stories tall. Cherry's bedroom was in the attic and while Ananya's, Nidhhi's, and Aunt Shriya's were on the second floor. I pulled out my key--the same one worked for both our houses' locks--from my pocket and was reaching for the doorknob when it opened.

Busty Nidhhi blinked at me, about to step outside. "Oh, hey, Sara. I don't think Cherry's home." Her eyes flicked down to my tank top, a smile crossing her lips. "That's different. You're dressing like a girl. What's changed?"

My cheeks went crimson as I faced Cherry's older sister. My older half-sister. Nidhhi was taller than me, her hair brassy and curly, falling about her face. We looked similar--not shocking considering our mothers were sisters and we had the same father--but she had a more...predatory cast to her looks, a hungry beauty like a vixen on a prowl. And she had the body for it. Like Aunt Shriya, Nidhhi was stacked, her belly shirt stretch taut over her large breasts. Cherry was always ogling her.

And I had always been jealous of how beautiful she was. Twenty and so adult. So mature. She carried herself with such confidence. I know Cherry loved me, and I was fine sharing him with all the women in our family, but Nidhhi worried me.

What if he had a taste of her and didn't want me? What if she possessed him? She had that look. A man-eater.

"I'm not here to see Cherry," I said. "He asked me to talk to Ananya. He's...worried about her."

"Squirt is?" Nidhhi asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who would have known?"

"He cares about our families," I said, my eyebrows furrowing. I folded my arms.

Nidhhi's eyes narrowed. "You're fucking him."

"What?" I spluttered, my cheeks going red.

"I didn't think Squirt had the balls to actually make the moves on you. Or did you...?" Her eyes flicked down to my top. "Did you finally have to show him you were a girl? Did you have to beat him over his thick skull to see you as a woman before he fucked you?"

"No," I said, back arching. "He took me."

"Well, you admit it." She pushed past me. "Have fun fucking Squirt."

"Cherry," I said, turning to glare at her as she headed to her car. It was new--not the car itself. "His name is Cherry, not Squirt. He's the man of the house now that da...Uncle Chandu is dead."

Nidhhi threw back her head and laughed as she unlocked the car's doors with her fob, the lights flashing and a loud beep echoing. She opened the driver door, slid in, and gave me a wave that could only be called bitchy.

My hands clenched. I should kick her ass. But I had a mission. Sweet Ananya was upstairs, alone in her room, bursting with questions about her brother, her virgin pussy hot and bothered for Cherry. Hearing her masturbate on the phone only fifteen minutes ago when I talked to her about last night, Cherry popping my cherry, had been hot.

I put Nidhhi out of my mind and headed inside.

 

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Ananya

"Cherry," I moaned as I humped my bare, virgin pussy into the large teddy bear lying atop me. He was my favorite stuffed animal--I had many--and my eighteen-year-old pussy tingled as I humped against his soft fur. "Cherry, Cherry, yes. I love you so much!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, not caring that my glasses were slipping on my face, as I humped harder and harder against my teddy bear. He was so soft atop me. I hugged him, my nipples tingling as I ground my pussy on him.

I wanted Cherry so badly. I wanted him to claim me like the men in the romance novels I read. To make love to me, to pleasure me. I wanted him to go down on me and make me cum so hard. I wanted to gasp and moan and reach new plateaus of pleasure.

My conversation over the phone with Sara, where I embarrassingly masturbated as she talked about her first time with Cherry last night, had left me horny for another orgasm. I needed it. So I ground so hard on my teddy bear. I moaned and gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head.

I stared into the teddy bear's black, button eyes. "Yes, yes, Cherry, you know what I need. Oh, you're the best big brother."

My pussy clenched. My clit tingled. The little bud ached as I humped against him, the furs tickling me. My bed creaked. Outside, a car started. I didn't care. I just wanted to explode on my teddy bear, to satiate the horny ache inside me so I could get back to reading.

I was so close. I trembled. My toes curled. I was on the verge of erupting. The waves of pleasure would flood through my body at any moment. I loved that moment of release and ached for Cherry to deliver me the same pleasure.

My pussy clenched. The pressure built. And--

Someone knocked at my door.

I let out a startled yelp, throwing my teddy bear off of me, my heart hammering. "Yes?"

"It's Sara, Cupcake," my cousin said. "I think we should talk."

"O-okay," I said, panic fluttering through me. I pushed my teddy bear to the edge of my bed--the right side lay flushed against my wall--joining my other stuffed animals. I pushed down my top and scrambled to grab my jean shorts as the doorknob turned.

"Sweetie, it's locked," Sara said.

"Just a moment," I groaned, grabbing my jean shorts. I didn't have time to find my panties. I yanked up the shorts, my body shuddering. I was so close to cumming. Why did she have to bother me now? No one ever bothered me. They let me stay in my room and read, lost to my books.

I didn't need anyone. I had my books to keep me company.

I fumbled with the jean shorts' fastener as Sara knocked again. "What are you doing in there, Cupcake?"

"Nothing," I gasped, my face flushed. I pushed up my glasses, my hair bouncing about my shoulders as I crossed my room and twisted the doorknob, the lock popping.

Sara stood on the other side, a mischievous smile on her face that made her almost look like Janhvi. I used to be close with Janhvi--she was the same age as me--when we were kids, but she got into sports and running while I liked books. So, according to her, she couldn't be friends with a nerd.

But Sara never teased me. She never really noticed me. Too busy playing with Cherry, running around with him, her clothing always dirty, her knees skinned. She could climb our chestnut tree like no one else.

I blinked at her. Today...she looked like Nidhhi. Not as busty, but dressed to show off her body. To please my brother. My cheeks warmed as she stepped in, glancing at her round breasts molded by her tank top. I bet Cherry loved her breasts.

I didn't have any. Not really. Just little A cup bumps. Puberty, it seemed, was skipping me. All the other women in the family had tits, even Janhvi, and I was left with a slim body with hardly any curves. No wonder Cherry loved Sara and hadn't even noticed me.

She inhaled, and her smile grew. "Doesn't smell like nothing in here?"

My cheeks burned hotter. It was a little...musty in here. My eyes flicked to my teddy bear and the obvious wet patch dampening the fur of his crotch. I wanted to melt into the floor as Sara moved to my bed, hopped on it, and grabbed my teddy bear. It was as tall as her when she sat down. Dad had won it for me at a carnival when I was ten.

"I heard girls masturbate this way," Sara said. "Humping against plushies."

"Sara," I groaned, closing the door. I knew we were alone in the house, but still, I didn't need anyone hearing about what I did in here just in case.

"What's it like humping against a stuffed animal?" Sara asked. "I just use my fingers and sometimes a pencil."

"Nice, I guess," I said, standing stiffly. Sara leaned back into my teddy bear like he was the back of a chair. It almost looked like the toy embrace her, his stout arms about her waist.

"Do you pretend it's Cherry?"

My eyes widened. "Of course not. He's my brother."

"And he's so sexy, right?" Sara said, patting the bed beside her. "Come on, Cupcake, don't just stand in the middle of your room. Sit down. Let's talk. Girls do that, you know?"

"I know," I said. "I just...didn't think you would... I mean, you're such a tomboy."

"But I'm still a girl." She smiled. "Cherry knows that, too."

I bit my lip, moving to the bed.

"It's okay if you masturbate to Cherry, Cupcake. I think it's hot."

"You...do?" I swallowed and sat down on the edge of my bed, looking at her.

"Come on, lean back against your wall of stuffed animals." Sara glanced at them all. "Uncle Chandu bought you most of these, right?"

I nodded. I moved back into them, feeling them against me.

"Did you ever masturbate to your dad?"

Her hazel eyes bored into mine. I swallowed, feeling so naked despite being clothed. I folded my hands over my lap, my pussy still so hot and itchy. I wanted to get back to masturbating. And now she was making me think of Dad. Cherry was Dad but younger.

I nodded my head once.

"It hit you hard, his death," Sara said, putting her arm around me, pulling me closer to her. I smelled something musty around her. Similar to my own pussy's scent. But there was something else, something salty and yet almost like bleach.

Was it Cherry? Did they have sex recently?

"I miss him," I admitted, my heart hammering. She turned her head, her blonde hair brushing mine. Sara was the only blonde in the family. Mom's hair color came out of a bottle. Dad liked her that way.

Does Cherry also like blondes? Should I bleach my hair?

"Cherry's missed you," she said. "You spend all your time in here. Alone. Closeted up." She smiled. "Masturbating."

"I don't spend all my time masturbating," I protested.

She grabbed my kindle lying on the foot of my bed. "Right. You do it all the time to all those naughty romances you read with that subscription program. I bet some of them are hot. Your pussy must be wet so often."

How did she know?

"I like to masturbate, too," Sara purred. "Every girl does. I know, sex is supposed to be bad, but it's not. It's so much fun in all of its forms."

"You like having sex with Cherry?"

"I love it," Sara breathed. "He's my man, Ananya. I would do anything for him."

"Anything?" I gasped.

"I would let him fuck my ass." She leaned in. "In fact, he did that this morning. I'm still sore from it, but I came so hard."

"Wow," I breathed. Some of the romances I read, especially the naughty ones, had anal in them. "I've...stuck my finger...back there."

"You naughty thing," Sara laughed.

"What else would you do for him?" I bit my lip.

"I'd share him," she said, her head leaning closer to mine. "If he wanted another girl, I would let her into his bed. I would love her with him."

My heart thudded faster and faster. "You wouldn't be...jealous?"

"It makes me happy serving him. It's how I show him my love. And he shows it back by telling me to do things." Her hand brushed my cheek, fingers so soft. She lifted my head, her lips lowering. "I would love to bring a girl to him. Someone beautiful and sexy and aching for her first time with a sexy man."

This couldn't be happening. I stood frozen as her lips moved closer and closer to mine. Was she talking about bringing me to Cherry? Sharing him with me?

I breathed in, smelling that musk. That scent of sex. Her and Cherry mixed together. And then her lips touched mine.

A girl's lips. They were so soft on mine. I trembled as her lips slowly worked against mine, kissing me, making me shiver in excitement. Tingles raced through my body. Her lips kissed me a little harder, a little bolder, almost begging me to kiss her back.

My lips moved. I shuddered. I was kissing my cousin. A girl. I was kissing a girl. This was so much. I couldn't believe this was happening. She really wanted to share me with my brother, her boyfriend.

My pussy clenched again. I struggled to breathe as we kissed. All these wonderful sensations rushed through my head. They made me dizzy. They made me shudder and shake. My hand reached out, grasping her arm, holding on to her for support.

Sara broke the kiss. "Mmm, you are so sweet, Cupcake."

I blinked, dazed, not sure what I should say.

And then she kissed me again. My eyes closed. Wonderful heat rushed through me. Tingles of delight. I wanted Cherry so bad, and if she wanted to share him with me, then I would kiss her. I would let her do anything to me.

I didn't fight her as she pressed me down on the bed, our kiss growing hotter. Her tongue brushed my lips. I knew what she wanted. I parted them. And now we were French kissing. I trembled, savoring her hot tongue in my mouth, brushing mine. This was so amazing. Some of my romances had lesbian sex in them, and those scenes had always made me tingle.

But I never knew I would actually do anything with a girl. I was straight. I had to be. I wanted Cherry so badly.

I moaned as her hand found the hem of my shirt. She pushed it up, her fingers caressing my skin. Downstairs, the door opened. I could hear two people enter the house. Footsteps thudded up the stairs, heavy.

Cherry's?

Was he coming to my room.

Sara's hand pushed up my top to expose my small, left breast. Her hand cupped the little mound, her thumb rubbing across my nipple. My small nub ached. I groaned, kissing her harder as my ears strained at the sounds in the house.

Cherry reached the second floor and walked down the hall. He was coming. He was coming to make love to me. My pussy clenched. I moaned into the kiss, savoring Sara's thumb massaging my nipple, my eyes locking on my door, hoping. I left the door unlocked. He could walk in.

But Cherry passed by my door. He headed up the attic stairs to his room.

Sara rolled my nipple. She broke my kiss, smiling down at me, her blonde hair brushing my cheek. "Mmm, you are getting good at kissing, sweet Cupcake." She looked down. "And that is the cutest nipple."

"Thanks," I breathed. I heard a TV come on upstairs. Cherry was watching TV or about to play video games. Maybe he didn't know about Sara bringing me to him. Maybe I would be a surprise.

Sara pulled out her phone from her pocket. "I need a pic," she smiled, snapping a picture of me. Her fingers played with her phone for a moment. "Mmm, I want to show Cherry."

"Yes," I breathed, nodding my head.

Sara pushed her phone back into her pocket and leaned down, sucking on my nipple. I gasped, my body undulating as her mouth loved my nipple, her cheeks hollowing. Such delicious delight raced through my body. I squirmed and gasped, my eyes fluttering as footsteps walked up the stairs.

Was it Nidhhi or my mom? I didn't care. I loved Sara's mouth sucking on my nipple. I grit my teeth, not wanting to call out as the footsteps reached the second floor. A rush of excitement shot through me.

I always felt it when masturbating, hearing people walk back and forth down the hallway, oblivious that I was in my room humping my teddy bear or rubbing my pussy. No one bothered me. The family ignored me.

"Sara," I moaned. "That's so--"

My bedroom door opened. Mom walked in. "Ananya, I was wondering if you wanted to... What the hell!"

Sara's head popped up from my breast. "Aunt Shriya!"

Mom stood in the hallway, her hair framing a livid face. My body went rigid. "What are you two filthy girls doing? You're cousins! And you're...doing disgusting things together."

"But..." Sara started to protest.

"No buts, Sara." Mom's eyes fell on me. I cringed. "And you, Ananya... I thought you were a good girl, not some sex-mad fiend fucking her cousin."

"Mom," I tried to say, flinching at her language. So coarse.

"Don't Mom me, young lady. Both of you are in so much trouble." She planted her hands on her fist. "If your father was alive, he would tan both your backsides. So I guess Cherry has to do it. He's the man of the house now."

"Cherry," I squeaked.

"Aunt Shriya, I'm older than Cherry. He can't spank me."

"Move your butts, young ladies," Mom hissed, her face thunderous. "Now! I won't take any more backtalk. We're marching up to Cherry's bedroom, and he will spank you both."

Tears burned in my eyes as Sara rolled off of me. I stood up, trembling.

"Pull your shirt down, Ananya," Mom snapped. "I can't believe it. My daughter and her cousin. Fooling around."

I covered my left breast and stumbled after Sara, my stomach twisting. We both walked with our heads bowed.

 

[hotaks]

Cherry

I smiled as I heard Mom's shouts coming from downstairs. She was playing her part perfectly. My dick ached as I played Call of Duty. But it was hard to concentrate on the game as I heard Mom lead Sara and my little sister through the house to the attic stairs.

"Someone frag that asshole camping spawn," a voice snarled through my headset.

"You do it, cocksucker," the crackling voice of a young kid shot back.

A knock came at my door. I pulled my headset off my ears. "Yeah?"

"Cherry, I caught your sister and your cousin acting like a pair of degenerates," Mom said, pushing open my door.

"Degenerates?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face as Ananya and Sara entered, my little sister trembling. She was so cute with her petite frame made her so innocent. So yummy.

I couldn't wait to devour her.

"They were having lesbian sex with each other," Mom said, pushing both girls in. "Committing incest."

"That's pretty serious," I said, setting my controller down on my leg. "I mean, I'm just shocked that they would do that." I gave my sister a stern look. She shrank.

"You're the man of the house now, Cherry."

"So you want me to, what, spank them?"

My mom nodded her head, a smile on her lips. Ananya was before Mom, staring at the floor and had no chance of seeing Mom's true expression. "Yes, you need to spank both their naughty asses. Just like your father would."

"Aunt Shriya," groaned Sara as she trembled, her hazel eyes flashing.

"You first," Mom said, pushing Sara forward.

"Fine," Sara said. I set down my controller and headset on my nightstand then moved to the edge of the bed. "This is so embarrassing."

"Then you shouldn't have been naughty," I told her.

She went to go across the lap, but I stopped her with a raised hand. She obeyed. "That's not how my dad would do it."

"I'm nineteen," she protested, her hips squirming. "Bare bottom, Cherry?"

I glanced at Ananya who squirmed more, her cheeks crimson.

"Bare bottom, Sara," I said, my voice commanding. "Yank those jeans and panties down, or I'll do it myself."

My dick ached so badly as Sara's hands shot to her fastener. "Yes, Cherry." She said with the perfect amount of submissiveness. Damn, I loved her.

Ananya looked up as Sara kicked off her shoes. Then she unfastened and unzipped her jeans. She peeled the tight pants off, exposing her long, sleek legs, her delicious panties hugging her cute rear, dipping between the cheeks of her ass. The fabric was damp, my cum leaking out of her asshole.

She peeled those off, too, and Ananya gasped as our half-sister draped across my lap, her stomach rubbing into my hard cock. Sara shifted, her naked ass jiggling. I smiled at the cum staining her crack, the scent rising up to my nose.

"Well, Cherry, I see you have this in hand," Mom said.

"I do," I told her. "You can go."

She mouthed, "Sir," and backed away, her eyes glancing at the webcam on my computer aimed at my bed. I had already sent a Skype call to Mom's cell phone. She would have a view of all the fun. She closed the door and retreated down the stairs.

And then I smacked my hand down hard on Sara's ass. A loud, stinging crack echoed through my bedroom. Sara moaned, bucking as her ass reddened. I savored the sight, my dick throbbing harder and harder.

"What were you doing, Sara?" I asked, my hand cracking down on her ass again.

"I was seducing your sister," moaned Sara, her hips shifting.

Crack!

"Why?" I growled.

"Because you told me to, Cherry," moaned Sara. "And I do what you tell me to. Always."

Ananya gasped, her brown eyes wide as she stared at Sara's reddening ass through her glasses.

"And did I tell you to get caught by my mom?"

Crack!

"No, Cherry," Sara moaned. "I was so bad. I barely kissed Ananya before Aunt Shriya caught us."

Crack!

"I had only sucked on her little, scrumptious nipple."

Crack!

"How scrumptious was it, slut?" I asked, smacking my hand down again on her ass. This time I I didn't pull away but rested my palm on her silky rear, savoring the heat rising from her burning flesh and the way she moaned and squirmed on my lap.

"Her nipple was small and pink. Her breast was so cute. This lovely, budding mound. I loved sucking on her nipple, Cherry. I was getting her all wet and ready for you. Just like you wanted."

"You...wanted me, Cherry?" Ananya asked, her voice small.

"Yes," I groaned and cracked my hand down on Sara's ass again.

"But I was bad," moaned Sara. "I spoiled everything. I'm so sorry."

Crack!

Ananya took a step forward. "You...want me, Cherry?"

"I said yes," I growled, staring at her. "Take off your top, Ananya. Let me see those nipples Sara sucked on."

"Only the one nipple," Sara moaned.

Crack!

"Cherry," she yelped, bucking again.

Ananya pulled up her blouse, her body trembling. Her eyes were wide, almost dazed, like she was in a trance. She whipped it over her head. Two small breasts, hardly more than mounds budding from her body, jiggled slightly. Pale-pink nipples rose hard from her little tits, so suckable, so succulent. My cock ached as I pictured Sara's lips wrapped tight about the nub.

Crack!

"Those are scrumptious nipples," I groaned.

"Really?" Ananya swallowed, her hands rubbed together before her. "You don't think...I'm flat?"

"No," I groaned honestly.

Crack!

"Cherry," gasped Sara, bucking hard. "Oh, Cherry, I was so bad."

I stared at my little sister, my hand falling on Sara's ass. "You're just so pretty, Ananya. A small flower just budding into womanhood. You're cute and there is something so sexy about your glasses and small breasts. Innocent. You're just aching to be plucked. I heard you on the phone. How you panted for me as Sara told you about our first time."

"She said she was alone," Ananya blushed.

Crack!

"I lied!" moaned Sara. "Cherry's cock was in my ass when you called. He was slowly fucking me as we talked. It was so hot."

My dick throbbed again.

"He wants you, Ananya," Sara moaned. "He sent me to seduce you. He wants to make love to you. He wants you to be his submissive, little sister. He wants you to please him. To obey him."

Crack!

"Like I do!" Sara's head snapped back. "Cherry! I'm cumming, Cherry!"

My half-sister bucked on my lap, my dick aching in my jeans. I groaned, stroking her ass, loving how she gasped and moaned, her pleasure echoing through the room. I savored the heat of her. I moved between her thighs, rubbing her pussy, her juices gushing out.

"I do, Ananya," I told her. "I'm going to lay you out on the bed and make love to you. I'm going to claim your cherry. And you're going to be my submissive, little sister. Aren't you?"

Ananya nodded her head, her fingers playing together before her stomach, her firm breasts jiggling slightly. They were so delicious. She looked so young and innocent. I ached to plunder her.

"Say it."

Ananya swallowed. "I want you...to make love to me, Cherry. I...I..."

"Say it, Cupcake," moaned Sara. "Don't be afraid."

I shoved two fingers into Sara's pussy, loving how she gasped. She was so hot and silky. I loved this girl so much.

I stared into Ananya's eyes as she licked her lips. "I will be your submissive, little sister, Cherry. If you love me."

"I'll love you," I said, pulling my fingers from Sara's twat. "Lick my fingers clean of Sara's pussy juices, and you'll be mine."

Ananya swallowed and stepped forward, fingers playing faster together. She leaned forward, nostrils flaring as she inhaled, breathing in our half-sister's musk. Sara squirmed on my lap, her head craned, watching. Ananya's tongue appeared, pink.

She licked my fingers. Her tongue retracted into her mouth when she reached the tip, tasting Sara. She swallowed then licked again, a little more eagerly this time. Her tongue licked up and down, cleaning me. So wet and hot. Then her lips sucked my fingers into her mouth.

My dick ached. I couldn't wait for Sara's mouth to be about my dick.

But that was later. First, my sister deserved to enjoy herself. To feel pleasure. I pulled my fingers from her lips, leaving her breathing in deeply, her small breasts rising and falling. I grinned, hungry for her.

I smacked Sara's ass. "Time to eat our little sister."

"Yes, Cherry," Sara purred, wiggling as she stood up. She sat down on the bed beside me, wincing. "Ouch." She lightly punched my shoulder. "My ass hurts."

"Good," I grinned back at her. Punching my shoulder was one of the ways she showed affection.

"Okay, Cupcake," Sara said. "Cherry's going to get naked while you lie down on his bed and get comfy."

I stood, slipping past my sisters as Sara pulled Ananya down to the bed. Sara scooted over, stretching out on her side beside the topless Ananya. My little sister settled her head on my pillow, her arms hugging herself as she watched me pull off my shirt.

"Mmm, doesn't he have sexy muscles?" Sara whispered into our little sister's ear. "Just yummy, right?"

Ananya swallowed and nodded as I dropped my shirt on the floor. Sara's hands took Ananya's arms, pulling them away so she didn't hug herself. Then Sara stroked our little sister's stomach, light, slow circles, teasing Ananya with her fingertips as I kicked off my shoes.

"I bet you're just so excited to see him naked," whispered Sara into Ananya's ear. "Eager to see your first cock."

Ananya nodded her head, her eyes wide as I unsnapped my jeans. My dick ached so hard. It was so hot feeling her virgin eyes on me, her small tits rising and falling as she panted, her flush spreading down her neck to her chest and breasts.

The zipper rasped. She let out a whimpering sigh as I pushed my jeans down, my cock tenting my boxers. I hooked my boxers' waistband with my thumbs, staring into her eyes, and shoved them down. My cock sprang out. Ananya gasped, eyes widening. A shiver ran through her body.

"Soon, that cock's going to be in your pussy," whispered Sara, her fingers sliding down our little sister's body, reaching the snap of her jean shorts. She traced the fly down to the crotch. "Right in here."

Ananya gasped, shuddering as i moved to the bed. Sara pressed her fingers tight into our sister's crotch, massaging her virgin pussy. I reached the bed, my dick thrusting before me. I settled down beside her. It was crowded on the twin-sized mattress

Cozy.

My cock pressed into Ananya's leg as my left hand slid up her body to those delicious mounds. She trembled beneath me, her skins so smooth, like silk. And warm. I reached her breast, cupping her mound with my palm, feeling her hard nub.

"Cherry," she moaned, eyes fluttering. God, she was so damned innocent. I just wanted to violate her.

I leaned over and sucked on her nipple. I engulfed it with my lip, savoring her little nub. She squealed, shuddering. Her hand ran through my hair, her lower lip trembling. Her glasses slipped back on her nose as she moved her head, soft sighs escaped kissable lips.

"I bet you just love that, Cupcake," purred Sara. "Cherry's lips on your nipple. Don't they feel different from mine?"

"Yes," moaned Ananya. "He sucks harder. His lips are stronger. And I can feel his stubble. So rough. So..."

"Manly?"

My little sister nodded her head. I sucked hard then nipped her nipple. She shivered and squealed. She made the cutest noises. I rubbed my palm into her other nipple as I sucked and worshiped her. I made her squirm and sigh, her legs moving, her thigh rubbing against the tip of my cock. Shivers ran through my body as I loved her nipple.

I swirled my tongue around it. I sucked hard on it, lifting my head, stretching out her little mound until her nub popped out of my mouth. Then I sucked on it again, attacking it, loving her nipple, causing her to shiver and spasm.

"Cherry," she moaned "Oh, Cherry."

"Is it just like you imagined?" Sara whispered, her fingers rasping against the denim of Ananya's shorts. "Huh, Cupcake?"

"Better!"

I sucked harder, my fingers pinching her other nipple now. I rolled the small nub between my pointer finger and thumb. Her back arched. She let out another gasp. I loved the sounds she made. I loved how her lips pursed.

I had to kiss her.

I moved up her body, my lips seizing hers. For a moment, she went rigid beneath me. And then she sighed, eyes closing, and relaxed into my kiss. Our lips worked together. She kissed me back with her hot mouth. I humped my dick against her thigh, devouring her mouth, claiming my little sister. Sara nuzzled on the other side.

We were sharing Ananya. Sara's lips kissed and nuzzled at Ananya's cheek, nibbling down on her jawline. I kept pinching Ananya's nipple, making her squirm. Her hand rubbed on my chest, stroking me as she kissed me harder.

And then her hand moved lower and lower down my body. I groaned as my little sister reached my stomach, her fingers dipping into my bellybutton. A strange tingle raced through me, my dick's tip throbbing. Then she went lower. She found my shaft, gripping it in her hand, stroking it. She pumped up and down my shaft, her mouth kissing me harder.

"That's it, stroke his dick, Cupcake. Make him ache for that sweet pussy." Fastener popped. I broke the kiss with Ananya and smiled as Sara drew down the zipper to Ananya's jean shorts, exposing soft, brown curls.

"Someone's not wearing any panties," I grinned.

"Sara interrupted me..." Ananya's words trailed off.

"Were you masturbating?" I asked her. "To me?"

Ananya nodded her head. "I do it all the time, Cherry. I've dreamed of this."

"Was I in your dreams, Cupcake?" Sara asked.

Ananya shook her head butt then smiled as Sara's fingers stroked the brown pubic hair peeking out of Ananya's unzipped fly. "But I'm glad you're here."

I stared at those wispy pubic hair. My mouth watered. I pushed down my sister's body, her hand slipping from my cock, and seized her jean shorts. I yanked them down her body, her legs lifting in the air, and threw them away.

She clamped her thighs shut for a moment, hiding her virgin treasure. Then she looked at Sara who gave her a supportive nod. I remembered what Sara said on the phone earlier about spreading her thighs before me, how exposed she felt, naked, vulnerable, and yet it also made her feel so womanly when I stared at her with hunger.

I stared at my little sister hungrily.

Ananya parted her thighs as I moved between them. She exposed her virgin pussy to me. A cute thatch of brown adorned her mound, not as thick as Mom's bush. Her pussy was wet and flushed. It was a tight slit, vulva sealed and pure. I breathed in her fresh scent. I shuddered.

Young, virgin cunt.

"Cherry," Ananya gasped as I buried my mouth between her thighs and licked at her pussy. She humped and groaned, rubbing her sweet snatch against my lips.

I devoured her. I licked. I slid my tongue through her tight folds. Her clit was small, buried, and made her squirm when I licked it. My fingers parted her vulva, exposing her hymen covering the entrance of her pussy. It was almost solid, only a few small holes penetrating the membrane. I licked at it, savoring her fresh juices, feeling my little sister's maidenhead.

And then I licked up her snatch to her clit. I sucked and nibbled on it. I made her squirm and groan. Her body bucked against me.

"Cherry," she panted "Oh, yes, Cherry."

Sara claimed our little sister's lips, kissing her hard. I hadn't noticed when Sara took off her top. Her round breasts pressed against Ananya's side. I groaned, savoring the sight as I licked harder at my sister's pussy, her juices flooding my mouth.

She was so hot and delicious. Her thighs spasmed about my head, tightening and relaxing as she moaned into Sara's lips. I licked harder, dragging my tongue through her folds and across her clit. She bucked, humping against me.

She had a hot cunt. I bet every woman in the family did. I couldn't wait to have them all.

"Just the sweetest pussy," I groaned. "You're so hot, Ananya. I'm going to savor taking your virginity."

I licked again, concentrating on her clit. I licked and swirled about the nub as her body humped and shuddered more. She spasmed and gasped, kissing Sara hard. Ananya's arms were locked tight about Sara's neck, holding her tight. Their tongues danced.

My dick throbbed.

I sucked on her clit hard. She humped, and I kept my head moving. I didn't release her nub. I stroked her lips with my fingers, brushing her hymen as I loved her clit. More and more of her juices leaked out, her fresh scent filling my nose.

And then she broke the kiss. "Cherry!" she cried out, tits jiggling "Oh, Cherry."

"Cum on his mouth, Cupcake," moaned Sara.

"Yes!" Ananya's glasses almost flew off her head as she bucked against my mouth. Her thighs gripped my head. Her body shuddered as she came.

I drank the flood of her juices, savoring her virgin passion. I gulped them down, loving her, making her tremble and gasp, her face bright red as her pleasure exploded through her. She slammed her head back on the pillow.

"Cherry!"