Brown Lust: Chapter 1

Brown Lust:  Chapter 1

Author’s Note: All characters are 18+

Vickram Dutt, or Vick for short, was born in Vancouver, Canada, but his background was Indian. In terms of physique he was tall and muscular, a build he had acquired from all his time spent working out at the gym or at home. With fair brown skin and short black hair, Vick had a handsome face and figure; his dark brown eyes and strong jaw completed the striking portrait. Just last month he had celebrated his nineteenth birthday, and he was currently on his summer break after having completed the first year of university.

Life had been great for Vick except for one problem: he was still a virgin. It was a state of constant agitation for him: hormones raged, blood boiled, and his sensual appetite sparked at the smallest glimpse of a pretty girl’s flesh. Because of his Indian background and the strict rules against sex before marriage, Vick was doomed to remaining a virgin for many years to come. Though dating was tolerated in Indian culture, Vick’s mother, Mala, wouldn’t let him date. She was adamant when it came to maintaining tradition, and his father was even more stringent.

Yes, Vickram Dutt was still a virgin and he was quite sure that both his sisters were as well. It was a dismal circumstance and the only escape afforded to virgins like Vick was masturbation—which he often practiced.

But his days of doing that would soon end….

On a warm Friday evening Vickram Dutt lay relaxing on the couch, his feet propped on the armrest, watching television. He lived in a large house with a spacious living room from whose wide glass doors he could see the backyard and the purple sky above. Mala was in the kitchen cooking, and Vick could see her stirring a large iron pot. Every few seconds she would lean down and breathe in the rising fumes.

Vick watched a Bollywood music video on the large screen TV; his skin felt hot and the hairs on his arms stood up. He shifted his body in little restless movements as the lead female dancer in the music video, half-naked in her short red skirt and white tank-top, gyrated her hips to the music. Her face was wrapped in desire as she bit her lips, licked her tongue, and moaned while dancing.

What amazed Vick was that she closely resembled a younger version his mom.

He looked over at his mother in the kitchen cutting vegetables with her back to him. Mala was only 37 years old. She had given birth to Vick’s oldest sister, Lara, when she was only 17 because her parents decided to get her married at a young age. When Vick was born she was only 18, and 19 when she had had Sonia.

It was a fact acknowledged (albeit not out loud) by those who met Mrs. Dutt that she was a very beautiful woman who still looked to be in her prime. Vick stared at her tall, voluptuous figure standing with her back to him, dressed in a white silk sari which revealed the light brown skin of her lower back. His eyes were transfixed on that little hint of brown flesh. It was amazing how the material stuck to her body, highlighting her rounded shoulders, the curves of her waist, the dip of her hips, and the contours of her long legs.

Mala’s long black hair was tied in ponytail which dropped to her lower back. The sari’s cotton top, also called a choli, ended just below her breasts. Normally it would leave most of Mala’s midriff and back exposed but these were covered by a long white shawl. The sleeves of her choli ended inches above her elbows and left her fair arms exposed.

Oh man, thought Vick, that sari’s hugging every part of Mom’s body.

Whenever she moved it rustled like silk. In fact, it was so tight that when Vick’s mother turned around he could see the spheres of her breasts standing high and firm on her chest.

Mrs. Dutt’s face was kind and timid: she had a high forehead with robust cheeks dappled red from all the work she’d been doing. The most striking feature of Mala’s face was her eyes: their dark brown irises were so clear that it was hard to not feel a thrill passing through your body as she stared at you. These, along with her full pink lips, completed the enchanting portrait.

I can’t believe it, thought Vick, now sitting up on the couch with his fingers clenched, I’ve been checking out my own mom!

He didn’t want to think about it but it was impossible to resist: Mala was such a beautiful and sultry woman, and her son was a 19 year old virgin with the female body dominating his every thought.

Mala turned towards the living room and wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. She smiled warmly and asked her son in Hindi, “What are you looking at?” Mrs. Dutt was very soft-spoken, a quality which added to her feminine mystique.

The question caught Vickram off guard. “N-nothing. …what ya cooking?” he asked, shifting on the sofa again.

“I thought I told you,” his mother answered in English. “Rice and curry.” Her English was quite fluent with only the slightest accent.

“You probably did tell me, Mom,” he replied, “but I’m in university so the only thing that stays in my head is homework-related.”

Mala laughed in her sweet voice. Wiping her forehead again, she shook a finger at Vick and said, “Naughty boy!” Mother and son both laughed. “And where are your sisters?”

“Dunno,” shrugged Vick. “Sonia’s upstairs doing her homework, and Lara—I think she’s still out.”

Mrs. Dutt shook her head and muttered, “That girl….”

Lara, the oldest of the three siblings, was very untraditional. She preferred to hang out with her friends till late at night, dressed in provocative Western clothes, didn’t listen to Indian music, and chose to speak in English. Lara, thought Vick, also had a superiority complex and whenever her family tried speaking to her she could be quite rude. In personality she was the total opposite of her mother, who was quiet and conservative. Sonia, the youngest child, was a mix of both Indian conventions and Western modernity.

“Yeah, Mom, what ‘cha you gonna do? Lara’s just a bad kid.”

“She is not!” replied Mala, standing with her hands on her hips and frowning. “She is just too Canadian.”

Vick laughed: that’s a very nice way of putting it, he thought.

Mrs. Dutt returned to monitoring the stovetop. Some minutes later she turned around and exclaimed, “Finished!”

Reaching behind, Mala pulled out the red scrunchie from her ponytail. She shook her head left and right as her hair came loose—a thick black stream with streaks of silver light glimmering on its surface. After a few shakes of her head Mala’s hair was undone and tumbled down to her hips. In a slow, prolonged motion she ran her hands up either side of her sweat-drenched face and began straightening out her hair.

Vick was absolutely stunned as he stared at this gorgeous woman.

She’s so damn hot! he thought, his dick hardening. I don’t want to admit it, but I’d just be lying to myself….

Vickram’s mother walked over to the living room and stood halfway between the TV and the couch. With a groan of exasperation she took a hold of her shawl and wiped off the sweat from her face. This gesture afforded Vick an unobstructed view of his mother’s upper body: the white choli cut off right under Mala’s tits and exposed her flat brown midriff glistening with sweat. The blouse made it look as if Mala was just wearing a bra since it left so much of her abdomen bare. Just as enticing was how the lower portion of the sari embraced her figure, stressing her lean thighs and long legs.

Mom’s so close to me, thought Vick as he stared at her. She’s just a few feet away. I just want to reach out and—

But this enchanting vision soon ended as Mrs. Dutt readjusted her sari’s sash to cover her stomach again. Before she could catch Vick ogling her figure he turned his face to the television and pretended to be watching the music video…yet all the while his mother’s body was fixed in his mind’s eye.

For the next few minutes Mrs. Dutt plopped down on the couch to her son’s right and they watched TV together. From the corner of his eyes Vickram would sneak glances at her.

I can smell Mom, he thought, that hot, sticky scent of feminine sweat.

His contemplation was interrupted by the loud footsteps of his sister Sonia running downstairs.

“Done with homework,” she said, jumping onto the couch on Vick’s left.

Sonia was only 18 years old and ripening. She had a childish and innocent air not only to her looks and way of speaking, but also to the sprightly movements of her body. As with his mother, Vick had noticed his sister’s sexuality.

Sonia was only 5’3 and on the verge of becoming a beautiful young woman. At the moment she was dressed in a pair of dark blue, low-cut jeans; the waistline was a few inches below her belly-button and revealed her taut, teenage stomach. Unlike her mother’s voluptuous form, Sonia had a thin figure, with a tight waist, lean arms, long legs, and developing breasts, as could be seen from the pert little globes straining against her bright, form-fitting yellow t-shirt.

One of Sonia’s most appealing features was her very light brown skin; in fact, it was so light that it verged on a shade of cream.

Vick and Sonia were very attached to each other from a young age and throughout high-school he had always protected her from the advances of other boys. It was also a comfort to know that he could tell her things that he couldn’t tell anyone else in the world. Likewise, Sonia would often reveal secrets to her brother that she wouldn’t dare reveal to her own mother or older sister.

Sonia sat with her head resting on Vick’s shoulder. Her short black hair, coming down to just below her neck, gave Sonia the appearance of a tomboy and made her look younger than her age. People often mistook her for 15, to her great annoyance.

Vick’s arm was wrapped around his sister’s petite shoulders, the fingers of his hand dangling inches above her small left tit. He was very aware of this closeness till the sudden ring of the doorbell startled him.

Dad must be home, thought Vick.

Mala got up off the couch and walked towards the door. Wide-eyed, Vick watched his mother sway her hips with each step; his stare was focused on the slopes of her buttocks and the tightness of her sari.

“What are you looking at, Vickie?” asked Sonia.

Damn! thought Vick. She caught me ogling Mom.

“N-nothing,” he answered. “Just checking to see if it’s Dad or Lara.”

Sonia stared into her brother’s eyes with a sly smile; her chin was propped on his shoulder and her face was very close to his own. Their noses were almost touching as Vick stared down at his sister’s cute face. What drew Vick’s eyes and made his heart race was the fact that Sonia’s bright pink lips were almost touching his.

“You were looking at Mom, weren’t you?” asked Sonia. “You were checking out your own Mom.”

“Th-that’s crazy!” stammered Vickram, trying to think up an excuse. He shifted over on the couch but his sister shifted with him. Fear thrilled through his veins; his heart was knocking in his chest—Vick could hear his mother and father talking in the other room. What if they came in? What if they got caught?

“Nope, Vickie,” whispered Sonia. The nails of her right hand lightly stroked her brother’s cheek, causing the hairs on his face to stand up as if charged with electricity. Sonia pressed her body up to Vickram’s: her small breasts flattened against his muscular chest. Vick could feel the little nubs of her nipples poking into him. He looked down to see that Sonia’s yellow t-shirt had ridden up her chest, exposing the rich flesh of her flat stomach.

He tried to push her away but she wouldn’t budge. Sonia locked her arms around her brother’s back and smiled. It was a wicked smile, a knowing smile: she had caught him.

As she caressed Vick’s face with her right hand her left hand dropped to his crotch. “Don’t lie, Brother. I know you were looking at Mom’s body. I’ve seen you do it before, checking out her ass, her breasts…” Vick shook his head as Sonia kept stroking the tented blue denim with her fingers. “You can’t lie Brother….”

“I’m not lying!” whispered Vick, attempting to sound stern. “And let go! What if Mom and Dad see us?”

Sonia giggled and then stated with a serious face: “Come to my room tonight. I have something to show you.”

Her room? Vick asked himself. What the hell was Sonia talking about? She didn’t mean…she couldn’t…right?

Sonia unlocked her arms from around Vick’s back and moved to the other end of the couch just as her parents entered the living room. At 6’5, Rishik Dutt was large and menacing: the buttons of his shirt strained to stay on when he puffed out his large chest. With his long black hair combed back, large brown eyes, thick lips, and thicker face, Mr. Dutt gave the impression of a boxing champ instead of the successful real estate agent that he really was. Vick also knew that despite the hard features of his father’s physique many women found him handsome.

Dinner started with Mr. Dutt sitting at the head of the table. His wife sat on his right and placed whatever food was requested on his plate. Sonia sat across from her brother at the other end of the table. At first, Vick believed that there’d be some awkwardness between them after his sister’s behaviour this evening. But he was mistaken….

“Pass the salt, Big Brother,” asked Sonia without any strain in her voice. Vick’s hand trembled as he grabbed the saltshaker and handed it to his sister. “Thanks, Big Brother,” she replied with a sweet smile.

“N-no—” Vick cleared his throat. “No problem, Little Sister.”

Dinner was quiet for the most part. No one spoke for the first few minutes till Mr. Dutt’s deep voice cut the silence. “Where’s Lara?” Sonia stared at her brother and then at her mother.

“Rishik,” began Mrs. Dutt, “Lara…went out with her friends.”

The silver fork hovered inches from Mr. Dutt’s lips. “Did you give her permission to stay out this late?”

Mala was silent.

“You didn’t, did you?” repeated Mr. Dutt.

Mrs. Dutt shook her head and stared down at the table. “No,” she replied, “Lara didn’t ask me.”

Sonia and Vick stared at each other: both knew what was coming.

The bottom of Mr. Dutt’s large fist thudded on the table, causing the plates and glasses of water to vibrate. “That girl…” he muttered in English, exhaling out loud. “Someone needs to discipline that girl….”

“Rishik!” started his wife suddenly, “I have told you that my sister Mira is coming over tomorrow night for dinner, haven’t I? And she is bringing her children.”

Leave it to Mom to break the tension, thought Vick with a grin.

Mr. Dutt looked surprised for a moment and then smiled. “Oh, yes,” he said, “I had forgotten.” He turned to look at his children. “You two behave yourselves tomorrow!”

Why does he always look at me when he says that? wondered Vickram.

Sonia and her brother both nodded and replied, “Yes, sir.”

Vick returned to eating but the sound of a giggle made him look across the table at his sister. Sonia had her palm pressed over her lips. She grinned at her brother, shook her head, and mouthed, “It’s nothing.”

Dinner ended at 9:00 and the family stayed up watching the news. The living room was silent except for the noises of the television. Mr. Dutt, tapping his bare foot on the carpet, was waiting for Lara to come home. Vick was sitting on the smaller couch with Sonia, the two of them trying their best not to make eye-contact with their father.

He’s scarier when he doesn’t speak, thought Vick.

At 10:00 pm, without saying a word, Mr. Dutt shut off the TV, got off the couch, and walked up to his room. Mrs. Dutt got off the couch as well, looked at her children, sighed, and then followed her husband upstairs.

“I guess that’s our cue to go to bed as well,” said Vickram. He pondered with a grin how much trouble his older sister would be in the following day.

Vick was heading to his room, hoping to avoid Sonia, but she rushed up to his side and said, “Remember what I told you.” Following a wink, she bolted up the stairs before her brother could reply.

After brushing his teeth Vick decided to go to sleep. It was now 10:30 pm, as the clock hanging on the front wall showed.

I’m not going to Sonia’s room, he told himself. She’s just messing with me. I mean, what the hell can she want?

For the next few minutes two opposing ideas battled inside Vickram’s head: to stay in his room or to go to see his sister.

Maybe it’s not what I’m thinking, he reasoned, staring at the ceiling. Maybe Sonia just wants to talk about something. Yeah, it’s probably not what I’m thinking at all.

That was the excuse he used to convinced himself. Throwing off the blanket, Vick leapt off the bed, opened the door, and walked out into the hallway.

The narrow hallway was completely dark and Vick had to be careful to not bump into any of the furniture. He tiptoed towards Sonia’s room at the end of the hallway, which was connected to his parents’ room. When he reached his sister’s door he stood wondering whether to go in or not.

The hell with it! he told himself as he strode in.

“Sonia? Sonia?” he whispered, looking around. Where the heck is she? Maybe she went to the washroom?

“Here, Vickie!” a voice whispered from the darkness.

Vick’s heart jumped. Where the hell did that come from? he asked himself.

“Right here!” came the whisper again. “In the closet!”

It was Sonia’s voice; Vick took a deep breath and walked towards its source. There she was, kneeling on the closet floor in her pajamas: a tight-fitting red t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Sonia was smiling up at her brother, and her small, adorable face was glowing from a single beam of light thrusting through a hole in the closet wall. It was a stark effect: most of Sonia’s nubile figure was covered in shadow, except for the single ray of light which came through the hole in the wall and expanded to bathe her face and the top half of her body in gold. Even in the darkness, Sonia’s short black hair stood out against the deep shadows.

She grabbed Vickram’s wrist and pulled him down, asking, “What took you so long? They already started.”

Vick was about to ask what she meant but Sonia put one hand on the back of his head and thrust it towards the hole in the wall.

The vision which hit Vick’s eyes electrified him; he almost shouted out in surprise but Sonia pressed up against her brother from behind and clamped her other hand down on his mouth.

The little peephole in the wall gave Vick a view into his parents’ room, and there, on the bed, were his mother and father having sex!

The view afforded wasn’t the best: Vick could see his parents’ bed, with the back of his father’s head pointing towards him. Mr. Dutt lay naked on his back on the red satin covers, his throbbing nine-inch organ standing tall. And there was his mother, more beautiful than Vick ever could have imagined in his fantasies. Mala was kneeling on the bed as her son drank in her figure. Gone were her sari and mild decorum: she was dressed only in black lingerie, and she looked hot!

The thin bra straps left most of Mrs. Dutt’s rounded shoulders bare, shoulders which inclined into her long, graceful arms. Vick’s eyes feasted on the prominent cleavage of his mother’s rich breasts squished tightly into their brazier. Then there was his mother’s midriff, so smooth and flat, the muscles of her abdomen so deliciously tight. On her knees, Mrs. Dutt’s sexy, broad thighs were soft and buttery-smooth, a perfect light bronze that contrasted the black of her lace panties.

It was those panties, of such intricate design, that hid what her son most desired to see.

Less than twenty percent of Mala’s body was covered, leaving her pristine flesh bare. The black lingerie provided a sharp contrast to Mrs. Dutt’s light brown flesh; her long, deep-black hair fell straight down her back.

Wrapping Rishik’s huge penis in the slim fingers of her right hand, Mala began to glide them up and down in a slow and practiced rhythm. As she stroked him, the bottom of her hand dropped down to her husband’s hairy crotch and rose all the way to the pink helmet. Vick could see dull strings of translucent pre-cum bubble out of the slit of his dad’s cock and trickle down its length in thin streaks.

Mala’s handjob got quicker: her fist began slipping on Rishik’s penis as it was now slick with his juices. She bent forward on her knees so her back was curved.

For the first time in Vick’s life he saw sexual desire in his mother’s face: she was concentrating hard, biting down on her luscious pink lip. Mrs. Dutt’s beautiful brown eyes were focused on jacking off her husband’s giant dick, her face just inches away from its mushroom head.

As Vick watched the scene unfold he felt Sonia press herself up against him from behind and wrap her slim arms around his broad chest. Her tiny nipples poked into her brother’s back and Vickram could tell that his little sister wasn’t wearing a bra. Sonia’s body-heat radiated through her flimsy clothes and began warming him up. She rubbed her tits up and down and Vick could feel their soft tissue gliding against his muscular back. Soon he felt Sonia bring her lips close to his right ear; her warm, shallow breaths tickled his skin.

“Like what you see?” she asked in a soft whisper. Vick nodded. “Wait—there’s a lot more to come.” Then he felt it: Sonia’s wet tongue slowly licked the underside of her brother’s ear, causing him to groan in ecstasy.

“H—how long—” Vick was so horny that he couldn’t form a coherent sentence. “How long h—have you been sp—spying?”

Sonia’s dripping tongue continued licking the back of her brother’s ear and then rapidly began to flick his earlobe.

Oh man, thought Vick, Sonia’s hot body is crushing up against mine and it feels so good. I shouldn’t be having these dirty of thoughts about my baby sister…but what can I do? It really does feel amazing.

“I’ve been spying for years now,” answered Vickram’s not-so-innocent little sister in a seductive whisper. Sonia rested her chin on her brother’s right shoulder, her left cheek pressing against his face; her small, delicate hand reached under her brother’s t-shirt and ran over his burning flesh, her smooth palms sliding over his electrified chest hairs. At first, Sonia’s hands were gentle, just skimming Vick’s hard chest, and then she got rough and began groping and squeezing. Every so often Sonia would turn her face to her brother’s ear and lick it like a cat.

“Arrrgghhh!” groaned Rishik. “Enough, Mala! Start sucking.” Flicking away the stray hairs from her eyes, Mrs. Dutt bent down and slowly dragged her tongue from the base of her husband’s shaft to its crown. Her wet, pink tongue swept up the strings of precum from his prick until reaching the pink dome; then she began coiling her mouthpiece around it in rapid circles. Holding the thick shaft in the middle, Mala’s tongue lapped at the dripping, gooey head till she parted her full lips and inserted the pulsing pike into her mouth with a sigh.

“Oh fuck!” roared Mr. Dutt. His muscular arm extended forth and he placed his large-knuckled hand on the back of his wife’s head, forcing her down further. Vick could see his mother’s pink lips struggle to take down his dad’s monstrous tool; it began sliding deeper and deeper down her throat, causing her red cheeks to flare out.

As the cock finally hit the back of Mala’s throat, she moaned her satisfaction. “Mmmmmhhhh!”

I can’t believe it, thought Vick, his eyes bulging. Mom has Dad’s nine-inch monster all the way down her throat.

Mala was on her knees, her back horizontal and her black, panty-covered ass thrust in the air towards her son. Her nose was buried in the wiry hairs of her husband’s crotch, and except for the little glimpse afforded of the base of Rishik’s shaft, the entire thing was in her mouth. Vick could hear his mother’s laboured breaths forced through her nostrils. She pulled her lips up to the crown and Vick could see his dad’s phallus glistening with his mother’s saliva.

Mrs. Dutt sucked her husband’s cock with a passion, driving her face down to his crotch to pull back up to its tip. Then in swift little bobbing motions of her head, Mala began to give her husband a quick blowjob.

“Ugggghhhh! Uggghhhhh! Uggghhhh!” Mala groaned deep in her throat as she blew Vick’s father; her other hand was busy groping and massaging Rishik’s large, hairy testicles. Vick loved seeing the concentration on his mother’s face: her eyes were narrowed and stared straight down the length of her husband’s veiny shaft, her pink lips were pursed, her red cheeks were sucked inwards, and her eyebrows were knitted. As she bobbed her head up and down, Mala would often sweep away the hairs from her eyes behind her ear.

Mrs. Dutt released her husband’s member from her mouth, causing Vick’s heart to jump: he could see thick rope of translucent cum extending from the tip of his dad’s prick to his mother’s glistening lower lip. There was something the matter with Vick’s breathing; his body felt all hot. All he could do was stare at the string of his father’s thick cum glued to his mother’s pink lips.

Oh fuck! thought Vick. Mom…she—she looks like such a slut; such a beautiful slut. I—I can’t believe how gorgeous she looks with that cum on her lips.

Mala held the nine-inch monster at its base and began rubbing her right cheek against it; the corners of her lips dragged up and down its hard skin before she sucked it deep into her mouth again.

“Fuck!” Mr. Dutt swore, gripping the sides of his wife’s head and pushing it all the way down his crotch. He began thrusting his hips off the bed, driving his penis into Mala’s groaning throat. “Mala—arrrgghhhh—have you given any thought to what I asked? Are you willing to do it?”

“What are—ahh—they talking about Sonia?” asked Vick.

“Just wait and see dear brother,” whispered his sister in her high, girlish voice. Sonia nibbled on her brother’s earlobe before sticking her dripping tongue into his ear and swirling it around. Vickram tilted his head back and groaned, though he was a bit dismayed when Sonia removed her hands from under his t-shirt.

But she was far from done. Instead, her right hand snaked under her brother’s shorts to grope his throbbing prick through his underwear.

“S—stop. D—don’t. Sonia…y-you shouldn’t.” But Sonia didn’t let up; she kept rubbing Vick’s cock with her flat palm while licking his cheek. She snuggled up against her brother’s back. Vick sighed when he felt the warmth and softness of his sister’s tits against his body. He also noticed that while Sonia had her right hand reaching around his side and rubbing his cock, her other hand was buried deep in her own pants and was busy stroking her pussy.

Vick’s little sister mewled as she dug into her cunt, and as her fingers did their magic, Vick could feel the shudders of her body against his own.

He pressed his eye to the hole in the wall just in time to see his mother, on her knees once again, reach behind her and undo the bra clasp. She shrugged off the black bra and, holding it for a moment between her index finger and thumb, threw it on the carpet.

“Oh fuck!” growled Vick, both at the sight of his mother’s bare tits and the fact that his younger sister was stroking his cock from behind. Mala’s tits were large and scrumptious. There wasn’t much of a droop to them, Vick noted. In fact, they looked very youthful: the light, elastic brown globes hung high on her chest. Their areolas were a darker brown and the small nipples were standing erect.

Mrs. Dutt straddled Rishik’s chest, her smooth, buxom legs splayed on either side of his body, naked except for those panties. She bent forward and kissed her husband’s mouth with passion while holding his face; their wet tongues darted out and battled in the air, each mouthpiece licking the other, coiling together, their tips flicking rapidly, both moaning with wanton lust.

Then Mala bent forward so her nipples were hanging inches above Rishik’s lips. Rishik’s powerful fingers groped the two squishy spheres and began licking, his wild tongue tracing the areolas before brushing the knotted nipples. This went on for a few seconds till he wrapped his arms around his wife’s naked back and pulled her down hard, causing Mala’s breast to be mashed obscenely against his mouth. Mrs. Dutt’s long, silky black hair was draped across her back and made her look so beautiful and young.

Her husband began sucking in earnest, the large, bronze globe warping around his thick lips as he tried to swallow it.

Vick could hear the wet sounds of his dad’s sucking and wondered how the man could breathe with such a large breast squashed against his face like that.

“Oooohhhhh Rishik!” moaned Mrs. Dutt, arching her back. “Oohhhhh, yes…suck it….”

As Rishik devoured his wife’s tits to a loud and juicy slurping sound, his hands moved down her smooth back to her lace panties. Mala’s ass was tight and full, her son noticed.

With his hairy-knuckled hands, Mr. Dutt dug his fingers into the cheeks of his wife’s derriere.

“Ahhhhhh! Y-you’re being too rough again—Rishik!” groaned Mala, lifting her chest up into the air and throwing her head back.

“I asked you a question,” stated Rishik, groping Mala’s ass with fury, his thick fingers digging into the lace-covered globes. “Yes or no!”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” shrieked his wife as she thrust out her palms onto the bed-sheets and clasped them tightly in her hands.

What the hell are they talking about? Vick wondered. Then again, I don’t really care: all I want is to see Mom have sex.

Just then he felt Sonia shudder in orgasm and give a low-pitched cry. She fell forward and rested her face against her brother’s shoulder while he continued to spy. After a moment Vick felt his little sister humping into him from behind, mewling and panting while she stroked her brother’s cock with her right hand. Sonia had her soaking tongue buried in Vick’s right ear, swirling it around inside. She would often bite down on his earlobe and nibble on it.

Mala lay back on the bed as her husband crawled up to her; his giant hands grabbed the waistline of her black-lace panties and yanked them down her long, luscious legs before throwing them off to the side.

“Oh fuck!” muttered Vickram, pressing his eye harder against the peephole.

“What?” whispered Sonia. “What is it?” She was still rubbing her brother’s dripping cock through his pants and licking the underside of his ear.

“I can see Mom’s pussy,” Vick answered.

“You’re so dirty, Big Brother,” replied Sonia, stroking his underwear-covered cock harder.

Thrusting Mala’s knees apart, Rishik dove face-forward between her thighs and started licking: his thick tongue took long sweeps over the glistening folds of his wife’s pussy. Though Vick didn’t have the best view (his mother’s feet were pointed in his direction while her head rested on a pillow near the headboard) he could still see a small black thatch of hair fringing her vagina.

Mrs. Dutt clasped the sides of her husband’s head as he ate her out, his powerful tongue jabbing into her dripping slit, flicking at her nub of a clit. Writhing on the bed, Mrs. Dutt’s head was thrown back on the pillow. Vick looked on at his stoic, timid, and loving mother’s face wrapped in lust, her eyes alternately shutting tight to bulge open as her husband’s wild tongue danced in her hot, slippery cunt.

Mala bit down on her lower lip; her slim fingers gripped the red satin bed-sheets as she moaned with passion and lust, throwing her head from side to side on the pillow.

“Ooohhh yes!” she cried. “Yessssss! More! More!”

To Vick’s dismay, and even more to his mother’s, Rishik stopped licking his wife’s pussy. Mala propped herself on her elbows to see what was the matter. Her voice was hoarse. “Wh—why did you stop, dear?”

With one finger tracing Mala’s engorged cunt lips, her husband replied, “You haven’t answered my question.”

What are they talking about? Vick asked himself in exasperation.

Rishik poked his fat index finger into his wife’s soggy cunt and revolved it in a circle: a rapid current passed through Mala’s naked body. But soon Mr. Dutt had stopped all movement and Vick could sense the sexual frustration in his mother. She needed to orgasm.

“Fine!” Mrs. Dutt moaned out loud. “I’ll let you fuck my sister!”

“No fucking way!” Vick hissed through his teeth, hit with a surprise of a lifetime. He turned to Sonia. Half of her face was covered in deep black shadow, but he could see that she was smiling. Together they kneeled in the darkness of the closet, their hungry lips almost touching. Sonia’s tits were cushioned against her brother’s muscular chest, her hand gripping him just under the elbow. She looked so sexy with her short black hair deepened in shadow.

“Are they serious?” asked Vick.

Sonia placed her soft, warm hand on his face, leant forward, and kissed him lovingly on the lips. “Yes,” she answered. “Dad’s been wanting to screw Mom’s sister for years now.”

“That’s nasty!” replied Vick, kissing his sister back, his tongue sliding between her smooth pink lips and making contact with her own wet tongue-tip. Of their own volition, Vick’s hands fell to his little sister’s small tits and squeezed them through the fabric.

“Ohhhhh Big Brother!” moaned Sonia, arching her back. Vick moved forward to kiss the smooth flesh of his sister’s throat. He continued kissing her till Sonia took a hold of his hands and slid them under her t-shirt.

Her body-heat was amazing. Vick began running his palms over her flat stomach, rubbing the warm, firm flesh of her abdomen, feeling it slide like silk through his fingers. Sonia’s breasts were in close reach, but instead of grabbing them Vick’s hands moved behind her and started to stroke her smooth, naked back.

At eighteen years old, Sonia had the firm, creamy skin of a teenage girl, and Vick loved the warmth of her naked flesh as he slid hands all over the soft ridges of her back down to her tiny waist.

“Mmmmmhhh,” moaned Sonia, propping her chin on her brother’s shoulder. “T-that feels so good, B-big Brother,” she panted out. Sonia lifted her head and looked her brother in the eyes: their lips met and they kissed with fervor.

I’m not ready to go all the way with my own sister, thought Vick while slipping his tongue into Sonia’s mouth. No! I can’t, even if she asks for it. This is just my horny side. I love Sonia more than anyone else and we trust each other. This is just our pent up desires acting out.

Removing his hands from under Sonia’s shirt, Vick turned his eyes back to the peephole. But Sonia didn’t quit. She snuggled up against her brother from behind and began kissing the back of his neck; her right hand snaked into Vick’s shorts through his underwear and grabbed his hard, naked cock.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” hissed Vickram, but didn’t protest.

Though in an awkward position, Sonia started stroking Vick’s penis in little jerks. Every time she felt precum bubble up out of the slit of her brother’s hardness, her thumb would spread around the sticky liquid on its crown.

Her hand feels so amazing, Vick told himself.

Even though the tips of Sonia’s fingers didn’t meet as they stroked Vickram’s prick, the thought of his eighteen year old virgin sister giving him a handjob was more than satisfying.

Sonia continued jacking off her brother for another minute before removing her fingers from his pants. Vick turned around to see his sister smiling at him; a second later Sonia’s three middle fingers were in her mouth as she began to lick them clean.

“Wow,” muttered her brother.

Vick’s little sister had her eyes closed; it looked like she was trying to give a blowjob as she shoved the three fingers into her mouth and bobbed her head continuously.

“Mmmhhhh! Mmmhhhh! Mhhhhhhh!” Sonia moaned as she thrust her head back and forth, her short black hair bouncing with every movement of her head. Sonia’s digits were now soaked: as she spread apart her three middle fingers, strings of glittering saliva linked one fingertip to the other and that one to another.

Vick looked on stunned. How is this possible? he wondered. My own sweet little sister is making me hornier than I’ve ever been.

But all further thoughts were halted as Sonia pressed her fingers to her brother’s lips. He licked them up and down in a rapid frenzy while holding onto her wrist. Sonia spread apart her fingers as Vick’s tongue began licking the cleft between each digit. She then shoved all three fingers into her brother’s mouth. With a quick, consuming fervor Vick began to suck on them, all the while holding his baby sister’s small wrist in a vice-like grip. He dipped his head back and forth, his tongue coiling around each finger like he was maddened with lust. Sonia’s face was flushed red, her bright brown eyes half-closed in pleasure as her lower-lip quivered.

“Ohhhh Vickie!” she moaned, “I want you! I need you! I want you to fuck me so bad.” Her breaths had turned into heaving gasps.

Taking her fingers out of his mouth, Vick replied, “We can’t, Sonia. I love you, but I can’t have sex with you. It’s…too much. We could ruin out lives….” Vick was uncertain as to how much conviction there was in his voice.

Sonia shook her head. “Please!” she pleaded with a childish frown. “I really need it! I’ve been watching Mom and Dad have sex for years and all I could do was masturbate. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore!”

Vick brought her hand to his lips; each saliva-streaked finger gleamed from the lighting thrusting in through the peephole.

“I know, Sonia,” he replied, holding her hand to his face as his tongue flicked her palm up and down. “But we can’t. We’re Indian; we can’t have sex before marriage. More importantly, we’re brother and sister.”

Sonia buried her face in her hands and started crying. At first Vick just stared at her, unsure of what to do.

Maybe this is just one of her ploys, he told himself.  Yeah.  Maybe she’s trying get me to feel sorry for her then beg me for sex.  I shouldn’t give into her.  I can’t give into her!

But as Sonia continued crying, Vick’s brotherly instincts took over.  He wrapped his large right arm around her slim waist and hugged her to him, his left hand running through his sister’s short, tousled hair.

Sonia started crying louder, shaking her head and sobbing, “I love you, Vickie!  I love you so much!”

“I love you too,” Vick replied, and kissed her forehead, “But we can’t have sex.  And that’s final.”

After a few broken sobs, Sonia stopped crying and stared up into her brother’s eyes: her tear-streaked face made her look so adorable. She sniveled, wiped her nose off on the back of her hand, and then said in her high voice, “Fine. We won’t have sex. But—but can I at least finish…you know…that handjob?” Before Vick could answer no, Sonia cut him off. “You don’t have to even face me but can look into the hole at Mom and Dad.”

“Fine,” he replied in a low, weary voice. Sonia’s small face lit up.

Vick stood up to undo his shorts; his bulging crotch was at level with his sister’s face. Dropping his shorts and underwear, Vick’s eight inch cock sprang free. It was already streaked with precum and the head glinted in the ray of light thrusting in from the peephole.

“Oh wow!” whispered Sonia with a lick of her lips. “It’s so big! Almost as big as Dad’s.” She leaned forward to examine her brother’s prick; as she did so her warm breath caused it to twitch and hit her nose. Sonia giggled and reached out a timid hand, wrapping her thin fingers around the middle of her brother’s dark brown shaft.

“It looks so much more beautiful than Dad’s,” she said with amazement.

“Really?” groaned Vickram as his cute baby sister started giving him a handjob, her soft palm moving with slow, languid strokes over his hot, rigid flesh.

“Yeah,” she replied, staring at the object of her desire, “It’s so much smoother.”

As her mother had done just minutes before, Sonia flicked aside the black hairs from her eyes and began to jack Vick off quick and hard. Her fist slid back and forth over her brother’s shaft with all the speed she could muster. Vick gasped at the hot friction of his sister’s handjob, feeling the pleasure thrill to his testicles.

Sonia used her whole arm to stroke his cock, extending it back and forth.

“So good!” moaned Vick, slumping against the wall with his back arched. “That feels so good!”

He drank in the sight of his hot little Indian sister kneeling on the floor in her red t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Her lustful, hungry eyes were focused on making her brother cum, and Vick, amazed by the sight, resisted the urge to grab her head and drive his eight-inches down his own sister’s throat.

“W-wait S-Sonia…I want to see what M-mom and D-dad are up to….”

Vick knelt down and pressed his eye to the peephole once again. Sonia stepped up behind her brother and pressed her small breasts into his back. Reaching around the side, she grabbed hold of Vick’s phallus with her right hand and began to stroke it. At first the stroking was slow and gentle, her soft hand traveling from the bottom of her brother’s organ to its head. Then Sonia sped up: she held Vick’s shaft by the middle and gave it short, furious strokes.

“How does it feel, Vikkie?” she asked, her voice a low-pitched seductive whisper. Sonia’s voice then became hoarse, like she couldn’t control her lust anymore. “Ahhhh—How does it feel having your little virgin sister jacking you off? Do you like it? Does it feel hot? Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to fuck your little virgin sister?”

Vick was about to answer no but Sonia jammed her juicy tongue down his ear, forcing him to groan out, “Ohhhhh yes!”

Once more Vick looked through the hole to see his dad lying on his back as his mother rode his fat prick.

As Mrs. Dutt’s slender body bounced up and down on her husband’s cock, her large breasts heaved through the air. By now Mala’s entire figure was drenched with sweat which rode down her neck, tits, stomach, and thighs. Little beads of perspiration covered her face and strands of black hair were plastered to her forehead and cheeks in a most sensual way.

As Mala lifted herself up, Vick could see his father’s fat, nine-inch prick curve into her cunt. For the first time in his life, Vickram got a glimpse of his mother’s vagina—his entrance to this world—wide open and dripping with her sweet honey and bordered by her black thatch.

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!” moaned Vick’s mother, arching her back and gripping the red satin bed-sheets. Mrs. Dutt’s face was in repressed ecstasy: her teeth were clamped tight and her eyes were pressed shut. “Fuck! Rishik! Fuck!” she yelled.

Mom gets mad at me all the time for swearing but here she is putting me to shame, thought Vickram. But somehow all that swearing makes Mom seem even hotter and dirtier.

Mr. Dutt’s powerful hands reached out and groped his wife’s heaving tits. He squeezed them hard, almost painfully, so that the tender flesh compressed in his hands and the nipples jutted out from between his fingers. The contrast between the dark brown of Rishik’s hands to Mala’s light bronze flesh was stunning.

Sonia stopped stroking Vick; her right hand dropped lower and began to massage his balls. At first she was gentle, rolling Vick’s testicles between her fingers. Then she became rougher, squeezing harder, digging her fingers into his sensitive flesh.

“Fuck Sis!” groaned Vick, tilting his head back.

“How does that feel?” whispered Sonia kissing the back of his neck. “Good, Big Brother? Is what Little Sister doing feel good?”

“Yesssss!” he hissed through clenched teeth.

Sonia started to stroke his eight inches again, her small hand gliding up and down the hard, precum-lathered phallus with ease.

“Ooohhhhh Rishik! Harder! HARDER!” shrieked Mrs. Dutt, riding her husband’s cock in a frenzy, her sweat-ridden body jerking up and down, her large, round tits swinging through the air, her jet-black hair rippling with each jolt of her frame.

Mr. Dutt’s hands latched onto his wife’s round buttocks; he squeezed them without mercy till the two tight cheeks began to turn red.

This set off Mala as she shuddered in orgasm. A visible tremor passed from her pussy and parted thighs, swelling up her toned stomach, firm tits, and all the way to her face, whose soft lines bent into a look of pure orgasmic bliss.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh! Cu—cumming!” Mala screamed in Hindi. She threw back her head of lustrous black hair as her hands reached up to grasp the sides of her face.

Still straddling her husband’s hips, Mrs. Dutt kept shaking and twitching from the after-affects of her orgasm. Her long black hairs were plastered to her full cheeks; her flushed brown body was soaked with sweat, and she was breathing hard through her mouth.

Mom looks so used, Vick said to himself as he licked his lips, almost like a slut.

A few seconds passed by. Mr. Dutt waited until his wife had recovered before he began thrusting into her again. Soon he climaxed with a deep, primal groan and sent his sperm shooting up into Mala’s dripping pussy.

“C-can’t believe it,” Vick choked out, his eye still glued to the hole in the closet’s wall. “Mom ju-just came.”

“So you do have a thing for Mom, huh?” Sonia whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. You’d fuck her wouldn’t you? You’d fuck your own mom?” He didn’t answer but they both knew the truth.

Sonia, the starved eighteen year old Indian virgin, decided that she was going to make her own brother shoot his load into her palm.

“Come on, Vikkie! I want to feel you spurt your cum into my hand.”

Her hand glided over the dark brown length of his manhood, the hard, precum-slicked flesh throbbing in her palm. Following a few quick and savage strokes, Vick panted out in orgasm. The white-hot cum boiled in his balls, flooded through the length of his shaft, and began spurting like mad into Sonia’s palm.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Vick grunted with each gush of cum, rocking his head back and forth. His hand grasped the closet wall for support as he orgasmed.

Following the last spasms of his orgasm, Vick turned around and plopped down on the closet floor with his shorts still binding his ankles together. Sonia knelt in front of him and examined her cum-covered fingers, holding her right hand inches from her face. Her eyes were wide and curious as they inspected the thick ropes of her brother’s translucent semen traveling from one finger to the next.

“It…feels so warm and sticky,” she remarked. Globs of thick spunk dripped down her palm and on to her wrist. Sonia leant forward and breathed in the scent. What happened next stunned Vickram. Sonia’s tongue licked up her wrist and, like a cat, she began lapping at the pool of cum on her palm. She then started rubbing her hand savagely all over her face and mouth while moaning out loud.

“Mmmmmhhh…so sweet, so thick and sticky, so warm…” gasped Vick’s younger sister between each lick. “Oh, brother, your cum tastes so nice….”

When Sonia had finished drinking up her brother’s semen, she looked up at Vick and smiled. Her pink lips, the sides of her mouth, and her chin were all smeared with her own brother’s transparent spunk. There was a moment of complete silence as Vickram stared at his darling sister kneeling in the dark little closet, dressed in her bright red t-shirt and gray sweatpants, her short black hair framing her cute, cum-smeared face.

Sonia’s brown eyes dropped to her brother’s softening prick. The cock, moist with his seed, was still hard and pointing upwards. Sonia crawled forward on her knees and bent her face down till her lips were right in front of Vick’s slimy prick.

“St—stop!” Vickram protested in a low voice. But it was too late. Sonia, her palms flattened on the cold floor, snaked her pink tongue out and licked the head of her brother’s penis once. She gathered up the white seed on her tongue, swirled it around against the roof of her mouth, savoring the thick, tangy taste before swallowing it.

That single lick of her tongue sent a violent current up Vick’s body; he shuddered like he had just been hit by a blast of cold air.

“It’s tastier coming from the source,” remarked his sister after smacking her lips.

Jumping to his feet, Vickram pulled his black shorts up and said, “You shouldn’t have done that. This whole thing was a mistake, Sonia. You shouldn’t have told me to come to your room.”

Sonia stood up and placed her hands on her brother’s shoulders, looking up into his face with an innocent smile. Vick felt awkward standing so close to her in this dark little closet after what they had just been through.

“It wasn’t a mistake, Big Brother. I know you liked it too: I can tell from the way you kept groaning and swearing. Come on, tell the truth.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Vickram answered with a shake of his head. “It’s not about feeling good or bad. This was incest, Sonia; something forbidden in all cultures. And did you forget we’re Indian and are supposed to stick to tradition?”

“Screw tradition,” replied his little sister. “That’s why we’re so damn horny all the time, because our culture says no to that stuff before marriage. What are we supposed to do, masturbate all the time? Personally, I think the taboo makes it even hotter.”

Sonia wrapped her arms around Vick’s neck and pulled him down by surprise. Their lips met in an open-mouthed kiss, Sonia’s wet pink lips mashing against Vickram’s as they continuing kissing for half a minute.

“You’re a bad liar you know?” said Sonia, letting go of her brother’s neck. “I know you liked it.”

Vick couldn’t help but laugh. “Here I thought you were little Miss Innocent.”

Stroking his arm, Sonia asked, “Why? Do innocent little virgins turn you on?”

“No more of this tonight,” Vick answered, disregarding the question. “We should both go to sleep.”

Sonia frowned, but she didn’t look like she was at all upset.

She’ll probably be trying harder to seduce me from now on, thought Vick, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to resist. Face it, he told himself as he walked out of Sonia’s room, it took all my courage to hold back from screwing my own sister. What will I do if she comes onto me again? Will I be able to resist? And what about Mom? She looked so damn hot that I—I can’t believe I’m admitting this—I would have fucked her if I had the chance.

As Vick groped through the dark hallway he walked past Lara’s room. She’s still not home, he realized. That means Dad’s gonna be furious tomorrow.

At last he made it back to his bedroom. Throwing himself down on the soft mattress, Vick turned over on his back and stared at the blank ceiling.

“Things are going to be getting very interesting from now on,” he said out loud.

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