“Ya I found it. Fuck! There is no light in the stairs, dude!” “Arre come upstairs, wahi hai.” “But I’m scared! You know how scared I am of the dark!” “Hehe, come upstairs! I’m waiting at the door”. “Be naked!” “Shut up! I have neighbours! Come home, I’ll be naked the entire weekend!” “No!” I said, petulantly. “I’ll go back right now if you aren’t naked when I reach your place!” “Don’t be like this na! Their door is also open! What if they see me!” Swati sounded annoyed. “Dekhne do! I’m returning if you aren’t naked!” I cut the call and walked up the four floors. It was pitch dark the entire way up, with barely any light coming from the far away streetlights. I finally reached the landing, to see my lovely Swati standing there with a big grin, bare breasts and her arms wide outstretched. I ran right into her, my head down, clamping my jaws on her left boob and sucking. “Fucker! Hug me first!” Swati playfully hit my head as the milk from her boobs started to flow.
I giggled and straightened up with my mouth full of her milk. We hugged the embrace of lovers long parted and I kissed her more passionately than I had ever kissed any of my girlfriends; the love of a brother for his sister far trumps anything else. After sharing each other’s tongue and her breast milk, we broke our kiss, looked long at each other lovingly, and kissed again, more passionately, with a whole lot more biting and chewing each other’s lips. “I love you”, I whispered when we broke again for air, and we hugged tight. “Go on inside, I have a special rakhi surprise for you”, Swati said, giving me a peck on my cheek. I walked in, took one look and squealed my delight and ran towards Asha. Swati giggled and shut the door behind as she saw me dropping my bag off my back and scoop Asha up from the chair and stand her upright. “Don’t get her pregnant though, she doesn’t want to.” Swati said as Asha and I started fighting to eat up each other’s lips.
When we finally broke our frenzied kiss, I finally took a good look at my fantasy come true, still unable to believe my eyes. “How the fuck did you even… Wait, this is true right? I’m not dreaming am I?” I sputtered. “It is very very real, sweetie,” Asha giggled, and kneed me in the balls. I doubled over clutching at my crotch, as Asha held my face in her cushy, massive boobs. I recovered in a few seconds and straightened up, grinning at Asha. “Fuck you”, I whispered and punched her in her belly. The shock as well as the force caught Asha off guard and and she doubled over, and then crumpled down as the wind got taken out of her. As she lay crumpled and whimpering, I moved over to a laughing Swati and kissed her deep. “How?” “Turns out she is a horny slut too. Who do you think has been drinking from my boobs and kept it lactating!” Swati giggled as I pulled her shorts off to denude her completely.
I turned back to her roommate of eight years, who still lay crumpled on the floor, and pulled her up by her ponytail to her feet. She glared at me for a few seconds, then we both broke into smiles and hugged each other. We broke our embrace and I looked at her lovingly, “Fuck! You’ve gotten hotter babe!” I pulled her tee up to reveal her milky white, toned midriff, the red imprint of my fist visible around her cute little navel. “I hate her!” Swati chimed in as I pulled off her tee to admire her massive tits against her petite figure, “She lost fifteen kilos, and still retained her fucking D cups choose only to reduce to a C!” her comment full of admiration and bereft of spite. I tweaked and pulled at Asha’s pert nipples and played with her huge areolae as she undressed me.
“Swati’s stories about your skills have me longing for weeks,” she said, lightly rubbing my shaft with her left hand as we gently danced around in the hall, gazing into each other’s eyes and occasionally kissing. “I’ll fuck you till you can’t think of any other man, baby, I promise.” I said, sinking in two fingers into her already wet, unshaven and torrid pussy and letting my finger flick over her clit, “but I’m here for rakhi, and it is only fitting that I fuck Swati first!” I ended and whirled to grab a shocked Swati who, just seconds ago, was fingering herself and preparing for a fuck scene between her rakhi brother and his fantasy girl, and threw her on the divan, thrusting my throbbing cock into the hairy slit between her thighs. Swati screamed, though more from pleasure than pain, as I began fucking the woman who has been my beloved rakhi sister-cum-fuckbuddy for well over a decade now.
Swati tugged at Asha’s arm to get at her pussy as we both panted from the sheer force of our fucking; we hadn’t had sex with each other in four months, and weren’t going to be patient, only passionate. “Arre *unh, unh*, come na! *unh, unh* Let me eat *oh, fuuuuuck, I caaaaame*, let me, *pant pant* eat your pussy while *aaaahhhh* we fuck!” She managed between grunts and pants and the screams of her first orgasm while we fucked. “Shut up! This is something amazing happening between two siblings who love each other a lot. I shouldn’t interrupt your first rakhi fuck, at least! Enjoy”, Asha sat back, in a chair, lifting her legs up onto it and letting her finger dive into her sopping wet pussy to let it get some relief. As Swati neared her second orgasm in the mere five minutes since we started the fuck, she repositioned her legs from around my hips and onto my shoulder, letting me get much deeper in her pussy. She squealed as she came massively, and I could feel her squirting this time around, effectively wetting half the divan and drenching my balls.
Asha reached out and pulled out a dildo from the sidetable – the very dildo I had made for Swati from a cast of my own cock – and pushed it deep into the hairy recesses between her thighs, and sighed as she came. Swati showed signs of tiring as I continued to pump my sister like a piston. “Kya re, motu? Already tired?” I giggled as I pulled hard on her right nipple. “Fuck you! I have been waiting for this for months! Gimme more!” She said, thrusting her thighs against my chest, her crotch against my cock inside it, and reaching over to tug hard on my balls in response to the nipple tweak. I began pumping her with renewed vigour as she squealed from her third orgasm, this one a lot less wetter, but involving a lot more shuddering from Swati. Meanwhile, Asha moaned from her second orgasm, quietly, making it seem like a painting with heavy chiaroscuro, contrasting against Swati and my fucking, replete with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, screaming, squealing, shouting, cursing and shuddering orgasms.
Swati and I continued for a good forty five minutes, by which time Asha had come four times, and Swati and I lost count of her orgasms around six, and we were all close to exhaustion from the various positions. Asha had quietly sidled over onto the divan, and was sitting by Swati’s head by the time we returned to the missionary position, kneading Swati’s left boob as she continued playing with her own pussy. Swati’s legs lay limp on my shoulders as I felt the familiar tightening in my balls again. “Want my baby in you again, sister?” I asked as I pumped her with renewed vigour knowing it was going to end for now. “Seed me, you bastard brother!”
Swati responded with her upward thrusts against my crotch. Asha squealed first with her orgasm, and Swati followed suit within seconds, which was signal enough for my balls as they started sending out spurts after spurts of potent baby making semen into her. Her pussy soon started to overflow with the mixture of our love juices as I let my cock remain deep in her.
With a sigh, I rolled off her and lay next to her in the cramped space of the divan. “I love you, brother”, Swati rolled onto me with a superhuman effort, leaving a trail of semen from the divan to my thighs. Asha fell on Swati and we all fell asleep from our exertion of the past hour, me squished under two naked, unbelievably hot women who I loved insanely.
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My Rakhi Sister, Swati
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