Confessions Of A Brother Fucker

Then as I emerged, I suggested to Mintu in front of all the family, "Are you coming up to chat or will you leave me alone and let me catch some sleep?"

He got up and walked bye me and pulled a bunch of my hairs as he walked up the stairs. I yelped "Aoooooooch. What is this??? You can't do this Mintu? Ma??? Please tell him not to bother me!!"

I too walked up the stairs.

Mintu did not waste time and said, "Khuku. I want you to fetch the Nivea Cream bottle and your lipstick and come back quickly."

I walked down the steps and went into my bedroom and picked these up and also picked up my light shawl. I hid these items under my shawl and walked up telling my Mother, "It is slightly windy upstairs."

We stood side by side at the edge of the roof and looked out at the light up Calcutta and the sparse clouds and just enjoyed the peace and calm and the now dying noise of traffic about 200 meters away.

Once in a while Mintu slipped his arm around my waist and drew me closer. I would respond to it once in a while by lowering my hand and patting his now half erect dick.

As it cam closer to 11 PM, the servants retired and there was total peace.

Mintu then said, "I am leaving tomorrow. We have only one night to make love. And then I am gone. I want to talk to you seriously tonight before we go into my room and we make love till we collapse. And I can get to sleep the night in your naked arms nestling my face in between your lovely breasts."

I understood that he was serious. I brushed my lips over his chin and said, "Yes go ahead."

For nearly five minutes, he kept quiet. I was getting worried, that he might inform that he was loosing interest in me and my sex.

He said, "Khuku. You are my sister. I am your brother. Yet I am in love with you. I don't know about you. But I am."

I was startled and I responded what I truly felt for him, "I too am deeply in love with you. I know that making love with ones brother is taboo. But, I can't live without you."

"Is it because I satisfy your sexual needs? Is it because you love getting fucked that you are saying so? Or is that a measured and valued statement you are making?" Mintu asked.

"No. Whether you fuck me or not. Whether you agree to marry me or not. I am not marrying any on else. I love you and my view will remain so," I added.

Mintu remained quiet for a while and then spoke, "Khuku. We can't get married the conventional way. But we can live with each other. In the same city and find ways and means of living with each other."

He slowly embraced me. I hugged him tight. Perhaps a tear or two escaped my eyes. I sniffled a little. He kissed me on my forehead.

I was determined to address the problem and added, "Mintu, I am willing to speak to my parents. That will cause a huge furor. I don't care. I will leave my home. But it will hit you too. After all, my Mother will talk to Mamababu, you Dad."

"Yes. She will. Then first of all I must get my job outside Calcutta and away from Delhi too. Then I can try and get you a job in the same city. After that you can leave home after telling them what our plans are. So that the family pressures do not get to both of us. That way, when our families kick us out, we will have each other to live with, love and comfort," Mintu said.

I nodded my agreement with the plan. I wrapped my arms around Mintu and he leant and kissed me on my forehead and then on my cheeks and lips.

It was nearly mid night. In order that we don't loose the night to pure emotion, I decided to go downstairs into his bedroom for a night of endless love and satisfaction. I suggested, "Why don't we go down to your bedroom?"

As I shut the door, my Mother asked from her bedroom, "Khuku?? Shut the door properly. Okay?"

"Okay," I said.

Mintu had walked into the room. I took the special precaution and popped my head into my Mother's bedroom and walked to my Mother (who was awake) and whispered, "Ma. Mintu wants to chat all night." My Father was fast asleep. Snoring. It flashed through my mind that while my Mother was nearly 54, how com she did not get fucked??

I shut the door behind me and walked into Mintu's room. He was pottering around near his wardrobe. He looked back and said, "Just go to your room and get one of your small and tight your hair bands."

I did not question. I quickly ambled across and got the smallest hair elastic bands I could get and returned.

As I walked in, Mintu quickly walked across to the door and bolted it close. I placed the bottle of Nivea cream and the lipstick on the dresser. I saw he had taken out that small can marked, "Stud 100" and the massager out and had kept them neatly on the dresser too. I turned around and faced him.

Mintu walked near me and softly planted a kiss on my forehead and said, "We are going to make love tonight. And then fuck."

I just nodded my head slightly and shut my eyes for a while. Mintu shut all the lights except the table lamp and then steered me near the dresser in front of the mirror and said, "Open your eyes. See how you are slowly kissed. And then your boobs are played with. And then take your Kurta off. How your boobs get caressed and licked and sucked. I want you to see how you enjoy all that and you purr with pleasure."

I did not answer. I just made that agreeable noise, "Mmmmmm."

I stood facing the mirror. He stood just behind me. He intertwined his fingers into my fingers and slowly took control over my hands. He said, "This wide neck Kutra is good. I can kiss your shoulders ad neck easily."

As he planted kiss after kiss on my shoulder and neck, I purred with delight. He then started to caress my arms from both the sides and took his hands up till my neck and shoulder.

As he did that, he suggested, "Move your head and take out all the pleasure you can. I want you to enjoy."

I bent my head in any direction that gave me maximum pleasure. His hands came up and stated to move the Kurta as far he could down my shoulder to kiss more of my now sensitive skin.

I whispered, "Just undo the Kutra buttons, please. Take my neck and shoulder. Pleeeeeease."

Mintu took his time. He did not heed what I said. After nearly another five minutes of my pleading, deliberately and choosing his time he slowly undid one of my buttons. And then another and another. Till all the buttons were undone.

Softly he returned to kissing my shoulder. His hands remained busy moving my Kurta to better kiss my neck and shoulders.

I was truly getting hot. I turned my face to the right and whispered, "Kiss my mouth, please."

He planted one kiss on my lips and then took of the plastic hair clip and loosened my hairs and said, "I want to smell your hairs." He dipped his nose into my hairs and sniffed and than caught my face and turned it to the right and started to kiss my mouth. His left hand was playing with my hairs and the right holding my face in place for him to start to part my willing lips and slowly stick his tongue into my mouth.

In seconds my mouth was open and I was sucking his upper lip while he was sucking my lower lip.

He was making a humming noise, "Hmmmmm." While I was letting out small pleading noises, "Nnnnn."

His hands moved to caressing my shoulders and arms, while h stuck his tongue into my mouth and explored my mouth from inside. The sweet nectar of his mouth was inside mine. I could feel the warmth of his manliness in the smell in his mouth and the warm breath caressed my face.

When we disengaged, I whispered, "Take off your Kurta." And I helped him peel it off. He was wearing no vest. He was bare bodied now. His dark nipples were crinkled up and he looked excited.

With no delay, I inserted my fingers under his waistband and fished out the draw string of his Indian pajamas. He protested, "Stop. Stop. Let me time it . . ." Before he could finish I had pulled the draw string and the pajama fell down in a heap near his ankles.

I gasped when I saw the massive swelling that could be seen caused by his erection he was having below his underwear. I said, "Wow. That looks really big and hot."

He did not respond. He just caught me and spun me around and made me face the mirror and then went back to his fantasy. Whatever it was. I was ready and hot any way.

He kissed me again and again on my neck and shoulders and caressed my naked back through the open flaps of my Kurta. He said, "Lift your hairs and hold them up with both your hands. I want to kiss the back of your neck."

I did that. He kissed me on the back of my neck and while he was doing that, he slowly slipped his hands to my front and started to trace the contours of my breasts.

He was starting to caress my breasts. I tried to bring my hands down. He ordered, "Hands up. I want them there. I will control you."

Saying that he cupped each of my boobs with his palms and said, "They have become smoother, bigger and creamer, with my prescription."

I hummed with pleasure, "Hmmmm."

He said, "After I leave I want you to continue with this treatment. I want your boobs smoother, bigger and creamier."

I could see his hands playing with my boobs and enjoying them. My excitement was making my legs tremble and I hoped that soon he would run out of his steely reserve and take off my clothes and ravish me in a hurry. I could feel my pussy juices welling up in my folds and nearly streaming down my thighs.

Mintu said, "Move your hands. I want your hands above your head, so that I can kiss ad eat your boobs. As much as I like."

As I moved my hands down, he pulled my Kurta down my hands and flung it away. I raised my hands and held my hairs up looking prettier and more vulnerable. In that position, my nipples were pointing up and the boobs were open and vulnerable. I stood looking squarely into the mirror.

His hands now had a free playground. All over my flanks, my stomach and my neck. His kisses were hot and landing in a rather deliberate manner on my neck and my eyes and my face while his hands caressed every part of my naked body.

I asked him "Why don't you set your cock free?"

Between kisses, he mumbled, "Lat me enjoy you. Bitch."

I took the matter one step further and whimpered, "Let me enjoy too!!! I want to kiss you and caress you too. Let us face each other and look at ourselves side ways."

I added, "I want you to see what you look like in your passion."

Mintu slowly changed his position and we faced each other.

I wrapped my arms around Mintu's torso and gave him a tight hug and kissed him lightly on his Adam's apple, while he kissed me on my head through my hairs. His love became more urgent and he was becoming rougher. He was lifting me off the floor and kissing me all over.

I returned is passion kiss for kiss and my urgency matched his. Yet, he controlled his desire to take me right there and then.

Mintu suddenly slowed down and stopped. I feared that he had ejaculated already. But, no!!! HE hadn't. He whispered, "Let me take off your Lungee, and make you completely naked."

He looked down. I stood still trembling with anticipation as he slowly and deliberately fished out the string that is tied at the waist to hold the Lungee in place. And pulled the bow. The Lungee loosened at my waist. He then pulled the folded tie in the Lunge end opened out its folds. I could feel the cool ai enter and caress my thighs.

He said, "I am dropping it!"

And he did.

"What are you doing?" escaped my lips and my hands moved involuntarily moved to cover my wet and dripping bald pussy. As if he had never seen me naked. That was the woman in me.

He suggested, "Take my cock out. And feel it!!"

I was literally shaking with desire. Yet, I made it appear that I was reluctant to feel his cock. He gently held my wrists ad placed my hand on his bulge. It was warm and pulsating. I whimpered, "Please. Don't make me feel that cock. Please."

He understood that I was being a hussy. He lifted both his hands and grabbed both my tits and lightly squeezed them both and warned, "You want to be beaten before you take my cock out?? Would you like to b tied to that chair with your legs wide open and fucked mercilessly??"

"No, no. Please!!?? I am so ashamed. I am not a hussy."

Mintu gave one stronger squeeze to my tits. I squealed with slight pain and shook my head and let him know my feeble protests.

He caught my right hand and lifted the elastic band of his underwear and placed my hand on his erect cock inside his shorts.

He now got stern ad ordered, "Take that off now!!!"

He let his right hand off and caught m by a bunch of my hairs and gave one tug and said, "Take that undie off. I want you to caress that cock."

I knew he understood that I was play acting. And that if he wanted to, he could actually tie me to the bed eagle spread and fuck me as much as he wanted.

I did not wait any more. I did not want him o change his plans for fucking me. Seemingly reluctantly,, making weeping noises, I lowered my other hand and pulled his undie down and let his cock free.

I gasped and again said, weepily said, "Wow. Your cock is very big and fat. I cant take this in me. My pussy will burst apart. It will kill me!!!"

Mintu ordered, "Sit down and pull that undie off. You will be fucked with this cock only. You better kiss it and suck it to put some of your spit on it to make it smoother!!"

"No. Please. I am good girl. I have never been fucked before. Please."

He pulled me by my hair and made me sit. I pulled his undie down completely and helped him step out of it.

His cock was really big now. Certainly bigger and fatter than I last remembered.

He held his cock near my mouth and said, "Open your mouth and suck it!!"

I shook my head and pleaded, "No. Please. This is dirty. This is cock. You piss from this. Please."

Soon, (since I actually wanted to suck his cock) I opened my mouth and slowly took the tip of his cock in to my mouth and started to suck it softly.

"Like a lollipop, bitch. Suck it!!!"

For the next few minutes I sucked and took out his pre-cum and got the taste of his real and urgent sex.

"Cup my balls in your palm and see how much semen I have in them for your pussy tonight."

I cupped his warm balls ad looked up. He said, "How many fucks!!!"

I answered, "Atleast six girls can be filled up with this much of semen."

He then pulled e up ad made me stand up ad then asked, "Is it fatter and bigger than before or not?"

I smiled, since my horseplay was over and he was asking me seriously and said, "It is really fatter. I have to check it inside me to see if it is better!!"

"My prescription works."

He said, "Actually fucking every day is way better. I will fuck you every day and night. Bitch"

While I was saying this he lifted me by my waist and slowly slid hid hard cock between my legs and then lowered me. I stood on tip toes for the cock to be placed sliding over my wet slit.

I could see myself, looking as if I was being fucked, with his cock disappearing between my legs in the mirror from the side.

He gave me some very slow slides of hs cock in and out of the slit. I hissed and said, "Take me to the bad. Lay me."

He simply lifted me up and carried me to the bed and placed me there. He then told me, "No naughtiness. I what I want to do. No acting funny okay??"

I kept quiet t see what unfolded next. He quickly picked up the bottle of Nivea cream and climbed onto the bed and then poured out some quantity n his palm. He rubbed his palms together and slowly climbed to sit astride my stomach, kneeling.

His cock was strong and erect waving between my boobs. His balls were touching my stomach.

He said, "Tomaar maeeyey cream diiye maalish korbow." ("I will now give you a boob oil massage."

All I could say was a bashful, "Eeeeesh."

He slowly applied the deep cream all over my swollen and large bobs and then started rubbing the cream into the organ in soft slow and circular motions.

It was pleasurable. I only squealed with small whoops of appreciation.

Pretty soon he came t5o applying more cream on my areola and then applied cream o my nipples, pinching them between two fingers and pulling them up. I loved it. It was exciting me more and more.

I pleaded, "Let me caress your cock, please."

He did not answer. I knew what that meant, that I could go ahead.

As the boob massage proceeded, I played with his cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth in slow erratic movements and hissing with pleasure, "Sssssss."

I could see he was enjoying both, messaging my boobs and my playing with his cock. Several times he, stopped massaging my boobs and softly cried out, "Aaaaaah. I love it."

I suggested to him, "Fuck my boobs. Let me hold my boobs closer to each other. And you fuck them."

I left hic cock alone and caught my boobs with both my hands and held his cock between them, and whispered, "Fuck them. They are naughty. They deserve to be fucked."

He slid forward and masturbated his cock with my boobs. Each time the cock came near my mouth, he suggested, "Open the mouth and let the cock go in."

But, suddenly he stopped and said, "Stop. Let me fuck your mouth properly."

Saying that he got off from his perch and stood next to me and raised my shoulders up with two pillows and let my head hang back.

Once that position was taken, he climbed the bed again and knelt near my head, with his cock ready to enter my mouth.

He took some cream onto his finger tips and then said, "Catch my cock and take it into your mouth. I will fuck that mouth of your."

As I caught his cock and took it into my mouth, he leant over and started to apply cream on my pussy lips from all around it.

He was being a deft masseur. The bastard knew my G spot!!! I almost screamed (and controlled it, else my Mother may hear and come rushing over) "Aaaaaah.Aaaaawww. Oooooooh."

He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and I got muffled.

Understanding that I was getting into a pre-orgasmic frenzy, he doubled his ministrations and went directly for my clit. In the next 30 seconds, I broke into a massive orgasm.

"O-Maaaaa. Hmmmmmmm. Amaaaayey meray phaaaal. Mintu. Mintu. Mintu. Aaaaaah.Aaaaawww. Oooooooh." (Oh Mother. Hmmm. Kill me with this orgasm. Mintu. Mintu. Mintu")

In order to make me come stronger, he forced me to open my thighs wide open and played directly with my clit. I thrashed from side to side, tried to clasp and unclasp my legs, holding his hand and fingers between my thighs.

I almost bit into his cock that was pounding my mouth. The orgasm prolonged and I was turning mad.

He lifted himself up and slowly walked across to the other side of the bed. Without waiting a second and with mercy for my pussy mouth opening a closing as shudder after shudder passed through my spine, he pulled all the pillows and placed them in a pile and pulled my legs up and placed my hips over the pillow.

My pussy was now raised high up, with my legs dangling down from the pillows.

He picked up the massager and plugged it in. I was afraid that he would just insert the rubber massager. And whispered, "Not this. Please. That will tear me up."

He said, "Shut up you stupid woman. If you talk, I will put it in."

He then held both my legs and made me cross them and said, "I want you to clasp your thighs together, while I masturbate you with this massager."

He began caressing my raised mound and ordered, "Play with your boobs."

As I started enjoying the attention he was giving my mound, he switched on the massager and started t massage the top of the slit.

Waves of pleasure passed through my crotch. I hissed, "Sssssss."

He whispered, "Tighten your thighs and masturbate. Flex your muscles. Raise your hips and get that shattering orgasm that I want from you. Come on."

The massager moved directly onto my slit, trying to invade my clit, while I was trying very hard to bring on the orgasm that he wanted me to have. My tightened the butt muscles and relaxed them alternately with no pattern. The only demand was pleasure. More pleasure.