My sister is very sexy. Her figure is plump in every way and she does not need to work hard to look beautiful and sexy.
Story Part 1: Step Sister’s Sexual Orientation-1
When Ashima raised her head, I quietly entered the house and gently locked the door.
After two minutes, the sound of the key in the lock was heard outside and Ashima opened the door. She looked uncomfortable and scared.
Ashima returned to her room, removed her bag, took out a straw from her bag, drank water, went to the wash basin and started washing her face.
I met Ashima for the first time today and she was amazingly sexy. Her figure is plump in every way and she does not need to work hard to look beautiful and sexy.
Her silky hair was cut in a step style and fell on her shoulders. I had never paid attention to how she dressed before. When seen today, she was wearing slim jeans and an almost white sleeveless top, in which her bra straps were visible from behind.
As she bent over the sink to rinse, the outline of her panties was clearly visible on her jeans. Ashima saw me standing behind and went to the bathroom to avoid me.
My penis had become so hard that it got wet on its own and my penis slipped back. I started feeling jealous and my penis started jerking on its own. Thank God I was wearing boxers, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to hide them.
In fact, if I had not paid attention to the fact that she was my sister, today he would have fucked her at any cost.
I was not angry with Ashima at that time. In fact, it makes me sad to see him scared.
I saw my present situation in my sleep and thought that Ashima was also young and she would also have physical needs, just as we boys get carried away by the intoxication of sex, similarly she would also get carried away. At this time I should support him instead of scolding him or complaining to his parents.
When Ashima did not come out of the bathroom for ten minutes, I knocked on the door and asked – Ashima, when are you coming? I also want to go.
The same small voice came – I have just come to Mannu Bhaiya.
When she came out, her face was full of tears and she was not making eye contact with me.
I went to the bathroom to show off and wanted to pee but couldn’t because my penis was erect. I felt shy and came back and told her – let’s eat Ashima.
Ashima said- Brother, you eat, I am not hungry right now.
I don’t think this matter can be resolved without talking to Ashima. Otherwise the girl will die from stress.
I went to her and asked her very softly – Ashima, who is that boy?
“I have a friend from college!” Ashima said softly out of fear.
I consoled her and said – Okay.. but Ashima you have to take care of yourself, not all boys are good and some are bad too.
I continued talking and said – Don’t be afraid, I will not tell anything to mom and dad, but if there is any problem then you promise that you will tell me.
Her eyes filled with tears and she simply said, “Yes brother.”
I said- Look Ashima, your responsibility is mine. But you are my sister first and foremost, so even if you make some mistakes, I will support you.
Hearing this, she started crying.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and said – Now let’s wash our face and eat food.
As if a mountain had fallen on her heart, she washed her face in the basin, then went to the kitchen and started heating food in the microwave.
Later we had dinner while watching TV. Ashima kept her head down while eating. After eating, she removed the tableware and said – Brother, I am going to sleep.
Even though it wasn’t bedtime yet, I knew why she needed to sleep. That boy today completely squeezed out her youth. Not just her pussy, every part of her body ached.
I came back to my room and lay down on my bed and started thinking that I did not realize that my sister Ashima had become a young girl and today she too has started getting fucked by other men.
Thinking about that boy and Ashima having sex, every pore of my body was filled with lust.
I stood up, locked the door from inside, took off my underwear and boxers, spit on my hands and started moving my skin slowly up and down, thinking about Ashima.
Surprisingly, today I don’t feel any shame or guilt in my heart for the day I thought of my sister as just a pussy.
That day, for the first time, I could not stay still for long. Firstly, my ass was filled with semen for several days, and I saw its effect today. Suddenly, my penis shot four or six big and small spurts into the air, they were so hard today that one or two pieces fell on my face.
I got up and dried myself with an old towel, then turned off the light and went to sleep.
That night and the next day were spent in restlessness. I remained excited throughout the day thinking about Ashima. Now I want sex at any cost, I want to put my dick in someone’s mouth or pussy or ass, somehow I want to have orgasm.
Any young person will understand that sometimes a person reaches such a state that he almost goes mad. In such a situation relationships do not matter. Every woman and girl is just a means to fulfill his desires. Today I also needed Ashima and I was confused as to how to insert my penis into my sister’s pussy.
This doesn’t mean she’s a virgin, but judging by the way she kisses the guy, touches him and sucks his cock, it’s safe to assume that she’s been fucked. Still, if it were not for the fear of being identified, she might have had sex with the boy. Then both of them worked on the stairs.
I had to find a way to get home. He once again made the excuse of feeling unwell and returned home after half a day.
Ashima has not come yet. I went to her room, opened her wardrobe and started looking at her clothes. I had so much fun capturing each of her outfits.
When I reached behind the cabinet, her panty (panty in Punjabi) and bra were lying on one side.
I took it out and saw that the quality was great, the straps were thin, the cups were tight, some were mesh, and there was beautiful embroidery, which meant sex was about to happen. Some of the bras were skin colored, one or two were black and red, and an entire set was lemon colored. Bra size was thirty-two, which was perfect for her body shape and weight.
The briefs come in twenty-eight sizes and come in a variety of colors. Some people like thin thongs, some like bikinis, some like cotton, some like sexy satin. When I thought about Ashima wearing these panties and bra, my penis started jerking.
By touching her bra and panty, I reached a point from where I could never go back without sex. My first thought was to hire a prostitute. When Aftab and I lived here, we even hired prostitutes once or twice. Later, we had a threesome with each other and we shared half the money.
But now when I was alone I thought, I don’t know how safe it is, maybe I have an affair with a wrong girl, and secondly, a trip costs 3000 to 5000 rupees and maximum for half an hour Let’s go. Being so aroused might make me ejaculate early. This seemed like a waste to me, especially since I don’t particularly enjoy sex with prostitutes.
Finally, after giving up, I wanted to masturbate again. I was wondering where Ashima washes her underwear, and I wanted to smell the scent of her pussy.
Next to the washing machine there is a laundry basket where our maid used to wash some clothes after two or three days. When I took out the clothes from the basket, I found panties and bra underneath.
I picked up the panty and brought it to my room. Today I want to masturbate completely naked. I took off my clothes and started smelling Ashima’s panty from the vaginal area. If the panty is fresh, there is a vaginal odor. If dry, it disappears.
I took out my tongue and started licking the place which was touching my pussy. She also spit on her hand and started moving it on her penis. The smell of my sex filled the room and I wrapped her panty around my penis and started masturbating with her.
I used to curse during sex, especially when I was close to ejaculation, but for some reason I still hesitated to curse Ashima in the way I was accustomed to, only
in my mouth in sexy, bitchy ways. Only English words were spoken. going to.
After a while, it all went out of my cock’s capacity and I said: “Take this, my bitch, take your brother’s semen!” My penis started to bounce vigorously, Ashima’s entire underwear got wet with my yellow solid semen.
After a while, I stood up, wiped my penis with Ashima’s second pair of panties, then closed my eyes and lay there for a while.
When I woke up I went to the bathroom and washed the panties a bit in the sink to get the semen out and then threw them in the laundry basket.
I don’t know why, but now I have no fear of Ashima or the maid getting suspicious.
When I went to bed at night, I was thinking that the story has now reached this point and I will not get peace if I do not fuck Ashima. Now we have to think how to do this so that there is no compulsion and the work also gets done.
There is no shame or guilt in my heart. Biologically, Ashima is neither my sister nor my father’s daughter. Of course, my sister is in a relationship, but I’m not pressuring her. Since whatever happens has to happen according to His will, then what is wrong in that!
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