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They completed then their wild bath and entered back into the dryness under the roof of her house. Both were hungry and the 'puttu' with green-pulse curry was delicious. After breakfast they spend together an hour in making their lunch. No meat; no vegetables because of continuous rain. They made curries only with pulses.

After lunch they had a nap. When they woke up again it was getting dark already. They had no mind to get up from their bed. He was on his back. She leaned her head on his broad chest, lying close to him on her side. She ran her fingers though the dense hairs on his chest and he, on her cheek, arm and lunch-interval. They intended not, yet gradually their body warmed up. His cock made a tent of his pajama. She eyed it happily and giggled.

- What are you going to do with it, now?

- Nothing, if you say you don't have wetness in between your legs.

- No, I haven't.

- Let me check.

He rolled her clothes up and his fingers traveled through the hairy thatch of her mound. Blushing, she raised herself to help him reach. While his fingers were roaming over her mound, she nibbled at his earlobe. And when his middle finger buried in her oozing slot, she moaned in his ear passionately. He started finger-fucking her. She shivered and pressed against his moving finger, demanding more.

- Come on; enter me now with your big fuck-thing.

- Didn't you say that you are from the state of Kerala?

- So what?

- I was told that Keralite girls were experts in coconut claiming.

- You naughty.

Excited by his request, pulling off his clothes and her own, she mounted him for the so called coconut claiming. (Coconut claiming is that in which the shroud of the fruit will be removed by hitting it on a spike fixed upright). She held his long cock and guided its bulbous head into her gash. Taking his entire length in, she rested her fleshy buttocks on his strong thighs and straightened up. He smiled at her and, at that, her cheeks went red. And to hide it she tumbled on him, burying her face to his neck. He was keyed up by her shyness and patted her back, affectionately.

- Ok, ok. I won't interfere. Be free.

- I feel shy, when you look at me like that.

- Is it your first time this way, then?

- It's the only way every time my husband wants me to have sex with him. A lazy man he is.

- Rather a laissez-fair man, we should say.

Giggling, with her breasts pressed upon his chest, she raised her buttocks and started sliding up and down on his upright cock. And at the same time, she put her tongue into his mouth and kindled him with deep kisses. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the wonderful feeling created on his cock by her sliding juicy cunt. Few minutes later, she got up and sat on his thighs, with his cock held inside, and then resting on her soles, she started jumping up and down on his pole. Her boobs too swung up all along. He held them tight to squeeze in delight. And as he smiled this time, she reciprocated.

Next, she turned herself around showing him her back and rode his cock. He could watch the rise and fall of her large buttocks and the hide and seek movement of his cock as well. Thrilled, he too moved his hips up and down.

Taking turn, now and again, on these positions, she danced on his cock and lifted him to float with her to real heaven. It was a fresh fantastic experience to him. And at one point, when her cunt gushed out abundant fluid and she let out a groan, he couldn't hold any long and rushed in his semen up into her depth. Convulsing, she collapsed on him. He held her tight and kissed all over her face in appreciation. And they relaxed as such with his limp cock held in between the folds of her sheath, her fluids soaking his pubic hairs.

Forgetting the world outside, they were in their own world day and night, day after day.

And outside, the clouds exhausted themselves and raised high to bid the earth a white good bye. With warm fingers the sun touched the earth. The railway, which stopped traffic with the train the young man arrived, resumed. Flood subsided and the low lying bridge also rose across the river.

The thatched house, by the railway station, too had to open its door, at last, into the world outside. The young military man, dressed up in his green once again, was ready to depart. But the woman, who accommodated him for the past one week, was lying there on the floor; face down, hairs spread loose and sobbing. The military man didn't know how to pacify her and was standing there like a lifeless tree.

And then suddenly she got up, ran up to and threw her arms around him.

- I'll not let you go.

- But...

- Give me a baby and go.

His soul was troubled by her plain pleading. Tears welled up in his eyes too. They wept together. He realized then, he could not leave her and go just like that. He put his hand around her. And as they clung to each other, a fire flared up as to eat away their bodies.

A warm wind blew and steered the door to shut.

Clinging to him she slipped down to her knees. Her fingers fumbled at the front of his trousers. Desperate as one who didn't want to let go off her prize, she pulled out his semi hardness. Next moment, trapped in the heat of her sucking mouth and savaged by her tight wrapped lips, his cock stretched to its full length. Holding its stem in both hands she sucked at it as though a hungry dog gnawing at a rare bone.

He felt weak at his knees. Plowing through her let-loose hairs, his hands held her head for support. And plowing through her tight clamped lips, his cock fucked in to access more of her mouth. It went on in a knee shaking to and fro rhythm. The warm slurping movement of her lip-grip was too good for him to hold long. And his dam broke without notice. The catastrophic flood she tried her best to contain, in quick gulping, but it was too much and gushed out on her neck and blouse.

His cock limped back to its semi hardness. He didn't want to end it on that note. By the by, her act of cock sucking triggered his imagination. He lowered her down and pushed her clothes up her thighs. Pulling two pillows, he pushed them, one above the other, under her jutting buttocks. The dewed lips of her flowered-out cunt puffed up. On those lips he crushed his mouth and jabbed her petal messed slit with his tongue. Unexpected of this approach, her middle jerked up in a pleasure shock. Lying flat on his face down, he devoured her full bloomed vulva.

She wailed as in madness. Clutching his short hairs, she thrust her hips up and rubbed her dripping cunt against his face. As his thin lips clamped around her clit and suckled at it, her entire body was in throes of pleasure. The lashing of his tongue and nibbling of his lips were too much for her to bear with. She arched her back, let out a long wail and flooded his mouth with a gush of thin liquid to drip down his chin.

By then his cock was hard again and threatening to drill the floor under. He pulled himself up and squatted down against her thighs; resting his drill bit against her bore. Lying there on her back she raised her legs. And he held her raised legs and placed them on his shoulders. She put her hand in between and wrapped her fingers around his cock. His cock was already drooling through the slit of its bulbous head. And she fed its egg shaped big head into the gaping mouth of her sodden cunt. He leaned forward with all his weight. Her knees were pushed against her breasts. Her cunt scored up. And his entire cock rammed into her depths.

They fucked. He plunged into her again and again as if trying to push his whole body there in and come out as her baby. She in turn, taking in his deep long thrusts, thrived within as if to receive his whole body to conceive him as such in her womb.

Till the last fuck they had, it was only the passion that worked. But this one was different. They hadn't even taken off their clothes. Nor had they fucked quite long. It was a simple lovemaking so deep and pure to the core.

And after a few more diving through her honey comb cunt, he melted. His body, his soul, his everything surged into her to flood and fill her womb. As his hot seeds gushed in, she locked him in her legs and hands and blabbered, as her inner something was going on expanding to contain unto his last drop.

They didn't speak after that. He got up on his legs and pulled up his trousers. A money purse from his pant packet slipped down and skidded under a wooden box. But none of both noticed it.

She wiped his face with her sari-end and brushed his lips with a light kiss and stepped back. And he opened the door, stepped out and was gone; she being stayed back on her doorstep, with an all accomplished smile painted to her lips.

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As Mohan boarded the train in the next station, after the one by which that thatched house teashop was, he landed into a compartment where a girl with a known face was sitting. It was none other than Kala the teashop thatched house girl. He wanted to hide somewhere, at that instant, but dropped the idea immediately. She then noticed him and rushed into his arms. Luckily the train was almost empty and none were there in their compartment. Breaking her hug, she opened her bag, took out his purse and showed him their family photo.

- So, you're my runaway brother, aren't you?

- Yes, I am. I too came to know it when I picked up your face from Mala's wedding album.

- Oh! You are then running away once again from me. Do you know how come I am on this train? I'm heading to the address that I found in your purse. Alright, then, if you're on the runaway, I'll get down at next station and return alone.

- Don't blame me. I never thought you would ever come to know about me. Actually, I was afraid of your feelings, if you happened to know. That's why.

- But what was done by us was done, knowing not our real relationship.

- Is that so simple? Don't you mind it then?

- All I mind, now, is that I have back my once lost brother.

He was sitting there like an idiot. She left him to brood on it and went away, saying she was going to the toilet. The train was crossing a bridge. He thought his heart was so noisy that it would be difficult to calm it down. He wrestled within himself without knowing what. He chained his luggage under the seat and he was standing, next minute, outside the toilet door, glancing this way and that way. Nobody was there to watch.

One of the toilet doors opened then and his sister was about to come out. He pushed her back into the toilet and locked the door from within. Then, in a hushed up voice he talked.

- You want to get back to your husband?

- What's the idea?

- I couldn't come out of the days and ways I spent with you. Simply I couldn't.

- Poor soul!

- Mala is fucking her own brother Kumar, you know.

- What?

- I saw it with my own eyes, last night. They are doing it for twelve years now. Kumar refused to marry you because of his love with his sister; nothing to do with your pockmarks, I heard him saying.

- Oh, I see!

- And even her first daughter was from his seeds, conceived before her marriage. And they are at it now for one more child.

- Unbelievable. Yet I believe by the reason why Kumar remains unmarried. It's horny to learn him giving his sister child after child.

- Same way I can open up your womb, I promise. You can have babies; plenty. Be my wife, rest of my life.

- Oh my...you hook me by my weak spot. Take me then. Take me with you all the way. My husband will never come to know that I have run away with my own brother to bear him children.

As they kissed, the train was slow on a river bridge echoing their hearts. With his luggage safely chained up, he zipped down his trousers. His cock sprang out like an angry snake and raised its head ready to attack. She hiked her sari and petticoat above her hips, exposing her cunt. There was not much space to move around. Standing on one leg, with her back against the locked up door, she lifted the other leg and placed her foot on the washbasin support. He stepped in into the bay she created. She caught his impatient cock and guided its head into her sheath. It slipped in smoothly all the way up. They fucked.

The train started picking up speed; so did the fuck action of the runaway brother and sister.

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