Vyshya Dharma

It turned out one day, our business rival, the marwadi, decided to vacate our town. Latter I came to know that it was because of his wife having affair with the servant boys. Also I came to know that my brother had photographed those affairs, but it reached my husband who, without exposing himself, used it to belittle his rival. What would my husband do if he comes to know my own affair with my blood brother? I worried.

Getting loans, my husband managed to buy the marwadi's establishment. We flourished. My husband was the happiest man in the world. Our business being managed by professionals, most of the time, he was on tour. His aim was to open as many branches as possible. I could get plenty of time to be alone with my brother.

My brother yielded to my every pull. I enjoyed him as if he was my pleasure toy. My cavern was always filled and overflowed with his semen. The result was that I conceived. I conceived once again, after nine years. I wanted to have that baby, even though it was seeded by my blood brother. I had to create an alibi. For that I had to have my husband discharge in me at least once.

One day, at about 9 O'clock in the morning, my brother was at home. When I asked him the reason for his skipping classes, he told me that, on that day, he had an exam at 2 O'clock, afternoon. As usual, my husband was getting ready to go outstation. I handed over him his washed cloths and hurried in to relieve my bladder. By the time I stepped out, my husband was already gone. I was to remind him of our wedding anniversary, that year, for I was scheming to go to bed with him on that occasion. I sighed.

Bolting in the main door I called on my brother. He said he was preparing for his exam. I said I'd prepare him better. He laughed and said he needed no preparation to write that one exam. Prove then, I said. Look, my pen is ready, he said coming out of his room naked. We entered my bed room.

I seated myself on my bed. What's it today? he wanted to know. Mummy wants to breastfeed her baby, I said. He laughed. I made him lay on my lap and freed my breasts. With my own hand I fed him one of my nipples. He sucked at it like a baby. I ran my fingers through his hair affectionately. He hungrily sucked and at the same time ran his free hand on my other breast, now cupping and now pressing it. What are you doing with the other breast? I asked. He stopped sucking and answered, haven't you seen that children play like that while suckling? I laughed and ran my fingers on his upstanding cock, now sliding and now pulling at it and said, haven't you seen that mothers play like that while suckling? He said, some mothers kiss it and some even take it between their lips and amuse. Oh, my naughty boy, I said and bent to suck at his penis.

That position was not convenient. So I pushed him down on his back and knelt between his thighs. I took half of his cock into my mouth. I could mouth only that much. His mushroom head is already hitting my tonsils. I glided my mouth up and down. That hardness and that lips-stretching thickness stimulated me and my saliva ran down. Akkaa, give me your cunt to eat, he pleaded. I made myself nude and sat on his head, offering him my cunt to lick. I knelt on my knees and elbows and took back his cock into my mouth. He licked up my cunt from my clit to my slot. I sucked only his cock-head, now running the tip of my tongue around the neck and now jabbing at the small opening of the head. When he prolonged his sucking at my clit, I closed my eyes, rubbed the tip of his cock-head on my eyelids and all over my face, all the while gently squeezing his testicles. Then my abdomen throbbed and my cunt released its juices.

I freed my hip from his grip and rotated myself 180 degree. I placed the salivating mouth of my cunt on the tip of his roof-pointing cock and glided down. I rode him like one possessed. His rock hard cock was hitting my depths. My boobs were jumping. He held them and squeezed. I fucked him down, he fucked me up and we clashed like enemies with vengeance. Fuck fuck fuck, you sister-fucking reckless thug, I cooed. Fuck fuck fuck, you brother-raping immoral slut, he roared back. I fell on him and bit his cheeks, all the while moving up down his cock. He caught my hair violently and chewed at my lips. His cock impaled my cervices at every stroke. Increasing my speed I cried, I'm cummmiiinnnggg...and when it rocked my body I collapsed on him, but he rolled me under and continued his fucking. His end was not near. I moaned and moaned. He lifted my legs, placed them over his shoulders and drove his cock deep and deep. He attacked me as if he wanted to kill me, his cock repeatedly stretching through the tight ring of my womb-gate. I had no other choice than moaning and groaning. Violent attack of that merciless cunt-shearing cock lifted my body to one more shivering climax. He increased his speed and released his hot flood, at last, just before I passed out.

My brother brought me back to consciousness by sprinkling water. First I blinked at him, then I recollected. A blush crept into my cheeks. I pulled him down and laid on me, embracing and kissing him. His cock stirred in between our nakedness. I raised my brow and questioned him. He smiled sheepishly. I put my hand in between and guided his cock into my pit. Fuck my kid, fuck your fuck-loving sister as many times as possible; you are young and energetic; I am fuck-starved, I said. Doesn't my brother-in-law fuck you enough? He wanted to know. That doesn't matter, obey your elder sister and fulfill her desire, I raised my tone. Okay, akkaa, calm down. I obey you and I am going to fuck you my fleshy lovely fuck-crazy sister. I'd fuck and fuck and fuck and drain all my energy into your cunt, he said. Save something for your would be wife, I suggested. No wife; only my cunt-yielding elder sister I want to spend my lifetime with, he concluded.

We fucked until 1 O'clock. By then he discharged his semen thrice into my cunt. He had a quick lunch and left for college. Seeing him off as I bolted the main door, I noticed the washed cloths I offered my husband that morning, kept untouched, on the sofa. So he left in his old dirty cloths, I sighed. I picked up those cloths and carried them to our bedroom to put them back into the cupboard. One of the cupboard doors was standing crack-opened. I was careless while locking it, I thought. I opened it, but screamed and stepped back in shock when I observed something big emerging from it. It was my husband.

I was still naked, finding no time to dress in my hurry to see off my brother to write his exam. My naked body was shivering out of shock followed by shame. But my husband took me into his hands and pacified me.

"Don't worry. I know everything. I first watched you and your brother making love on the sofa, long back. I phoned up on that day, but there was no responce. I came home to find your love making. I was worried then only because you forget to bolt the door. It's good to have your brother as your lover than any servants and sales boys. It'll remain as a family secret. Think, the marvadi had to part with lot of money because of his wife; finally he had to close down his business."

I sighed. "Are you not angry then?"

"On what ground? I don't find time and energy to satisfy you. Your brother is so young and having a thing of doubles my size. A woman who has given birth needs thick manhood to fill up her bore. I admit I can never give the pleasure your brother gives. See for example, today he filled you with pleasure till you faint and yet you wanted more and he accomplished."

"But isn't it wrong to do it with a blood-brother?"

"I don't think so. Anything gainful is a right thing. That's what business ethics, the vyshya dharma."

"That's alright for business, but for family proceedings..."

"Family is created by man. Every other species enjoy sex with blood relatives. Laying rules, man has limited his choices and now suffering stresses. Better make love with blood relatives than bear with useless husbands and wives."

"Will you allow then our relationship to continue?"

"Yes, by all means. Gain is the only motto."

I sighed. "What were your feelings watching us from inside the cupboard?"

"Watching you both..." he paused and then said, "I masturbated."

"Chi!"

He lowered me on the bed on my back and spread my thighs. I thought he was going to fuck, but then he lowered his head toward my cunt. I protested in alarm, "No..."

"What's wrong? I know your brother filled you three times. Let me taste the honey-milk blending of a sister and brother."

He dived into my slushiness and licked it zealously. The very act of my husband eating out my cunt brimming with my brother's cum triggered me and with a great shudder I climaxed on my husband's mouth, the very first climax with my husband. He beamed. I blushed.

Relaxed, I opened out in a small voice, "I'm afraid, I'm pregnant."

"Ah ha! Then give us a boy."

"But it's of my brother."

"But it'll be accounted as my own. I'm planning to marry our daughter to your brother and we would marry their daughter to our son. Thus our business will be within our family for years to come." (Marrying sister's daughter is not incest, but traditionally legal in our part of India).

I embraced my husband and also his ideas. Gain by all means. Awaiting my brother to gain more, I murmured in my husband's ears, "Is it alright if I fuck my brother openly in front of you?"

"I would welcome, but forbidden pleasures are sweeter with all its uncertain thrills. At least, let him enjoy it as long as it goes unrevealed. Your brother brought us luck. We are obligated to serve him better, eh?"

"I love you than ever before, but what do you gain out of this?"

"I gain my family unbroken and so my family business impaired."

My husband prepared to remain inside the cupboard while my brother and I stage our fucking. I made it more and more vulgar to give my husband as much as satisfaction. Ours is the only family in the whole world now, I bed, of unlimited happiness and gain.