Fucking so called sister

My sister Pratibha has always been very beautiful. Not in the typical movie star or runway model kind of beautiful, but not ordinary beauty either. She is 5′ 7″ tall with Long brown hair, dark brown bedroom eyes, and despite her claims of having periodic battles with an extra pound or two, her curvy figure makes men instantly think of sex.

Her breasts are like firm apples with thumbtack spikes for nipples, and her ass is what the winning ass would look like if the Gods of all religions were given clay in a contest to see which one could create the best and most lovely mortal ass on earth. However, It’s not her ass or eyes that make Pratibha so sensual.

It’s difficult to explain that which makes a woman like my sister so desirable to men and even certain women who meet her. The word that comes to mind when trying to describe Pratibha is exotic. But even that word is elusive because it must be compared to something which is not.

It’s not any one or even all of her attributes combined, but something different that cannot be pinned with a label or defined by characteristics exactly. Society has given it a name but it doesn’t require one because it refuses to remain unnoticed. It’s been named as accurately as possible by what it does, and by it’s very essence, it’s called it sex appeal.

The general consensus is that our French bloodline on our fathers side tends to give the women in our family above average amounts of this sex appeal. The French factor seems logical, I suppose. Pratibha is my only sibling but photo albums show a very lusty lineage of women and the men are generally good looking as well compared to most.

Whatever the case, Pratibha got a double dose, and has every man in the state chasing after her it seems. It’s also very apparent she chooses not to run very fast and enjoys being caught. I’m four years younger than her, and at twenty years old I’m not bad looking. I get attention from the ladies now and then but I clearly didn’t get the stuff Pratibha got.

Despite the slight gap in age, we have always been very close. We didn’t know what gender roles were when growing up, she had dolls and dresses while I had toy trucks and cap guns. We played together happily, allowing each other to be ourselves without judging or trying to change things about each other.

Our parents raised us with an open, liberal attitude, especially when it came to all things sexual. However, they requested that we each wait until reaching legal age before having sex or experimenting with alcohol. They preferred we not do drugs, with exception of marijuana, but hoped we would be sensible when experimenting with all things.

Pratibha and I were able to honor our parents wishes, by loving and trusting them enough to do as they asked. At times the waiting was difficult, however we sensed that they had good reason for this or they would not have asked something as such from us. We encouraged each other to stay strong during the tempting times, especially during puberty.

We never played ‘Doctor’ or even exposed ourselves to each other, but we did talk. We talked about the changes happening with our bodies and our feelings about them. We also talked about masturbation and all the details our curious minds wanted to know about the opposite sex. Thanks to our parenting, there was no shame or real embarrassment. Thanks to our natural adoration for each other there was honesty, trust, and safety.

After finishing a few years of junior college Pratibha moved out of the home we shared with our parents in order to attend a university. She and a good friend Tanu became roommates in a cute and spacious apartment that was only an hours drive away from our home and was also located near her new campus. I would drive to visit my sister on weekends often staying the night on the couch.

When I turned eighteen, I had sex with Pratibha’s roommate Tanu. I shared my experience with my sister in detail without embarrassment. Once tasted, my appetite for sex became abnormally large like my sisters. Each having a wide variety of partners and experiences that we enjoy the pleasures of very much.

We always discuss the sex we have with others in explicit terms, sharing useful information and enjoying the arousal it provides. We see the arousal in each other and it feeds our own, making masturbation much more exciting and rewarding. This may seem strange for brother and sister, but we are essentially best friends.

Having waited until after high school to have sex saved us much of the inevitable teen drama as well as our reputations. College environment not only permits us to be promiscuous but also encourages it while providing plenty of enthusiastic partners willing to do the wildest and craziest things in the bedroom, car, hallway, or wherever.

Once again excellent parenting has informed us and we are sure to use protection always, and get check ups at the clinic on a consistent basis. Using common sense and avoiding excessive use of alcohol or drugs allows us to be fairly safe as we indulge in the pleasures we desire and enjoy so much.

Having the four year Jump on me, Pratibha obviously has more experience by far and has given me helpful insight often. As time goes by I have been able to offer her some as well. People wonder about Pratibha and I talking so intimately and in the times we have been overheard, about such deep and personal things. We are frequently confused as a couple rather than brother and sister in public.

I wouldn’t call it a mutual crush between us, but something similar I suppose. Pratibha and I have always shared a fondness and appreciation for each other in all aspects. We both adore and respect the other just as much as we appreciate their attractiveness or intelligence. We compliment each other almost like the Yin and Yang.

When we share the intimate details of our sex experiences, it’s often with smiles and enthusiasm. We don’t hide anything because there is no need to do so. As I may have mentioned we get aroused at times, and who wouldn’t? It’s not like she doesn’t notice my erection, and how could I miss her nipples that are steel spikes ready to pierce her shirt. On some occasions she actually gets wet enough for a circle to appear in the crotch of her jeans. Sister or not, seeing that dampness turns me on.

I will certainly admit there are times that I have images or fantasies of Pratibha naked and doing the sexual things she tells me about. Sometimes I pretend it’s me doing the sex acts with her, but not always. I’m equally certain she will admit the same thing if asked. However there have never been any overt and obvious attempts to make a real sexual pass by either one of us toward the other because we intuitively know there is a boundary.

We don’t mind flirting and flattering each other right up to the boundary because we know each other as well as we know ourselves. Neither one of us would ever have to enforce the boundary because we couldn’t put the other through the pain of needing to do so.

Another plus for waiting to have sex until legal age is that much of the nervousness is replaced by confidence. I had met Tanu a few years prior and talked with her a little each of the half dozen times she happened to be home when I had come to visit Kriti. Losing my virginity was not a scary thing for me.

Unlike Kriti in every way Tanu Is beautiful just like the runway models, having long blond hair, crystal blue eyes, and her body is amazing. She is my height at 5′ 9″ and weighs 130 lbs. However with Tanu it’s all about proportion and her body would appear tall and almost a little too thin if not countered by a lusty bubble butt and huge round tits. Both are pleasantly firm and belong in porn movies so the world can enjoy them.

I like Tanu as a person mostly because she is a very good friend to my sister. Also because she not only took my virginity but gives me the naughty sex I like whenever I ask, and sometimes when I don’t ask. She would like to have a more serious and committed relationship with me but I do not with her.

I’m currently busy trying to have sex with every woman I possibly can, and there really is no softer way t put this; Tanu is a complete air head. She is also passive beyond belief in the bedroom. All this adds up to fantastic sex for me whenever I wish and that generally means every time I visit and on most weekends. I show up and She drags me to her room anticipating the humiliation and shame that follows.

The addition of alcohol gives her submissive side courage, but the wrong kind. Rather than stand up for herself in the bedroom, she demands to be treated worse and given the proper humiliation she deserves. I enjoy dirty sex with Tanu and there really are no limits, but we have no commitment beyond kinky sex when available. We have sex with other people and at times in the same room. There is no jealousy or bad feelings, In fact it’s nice to have the additional naughty turn on of watching other men fuck Tanu while I’m fucking another woman.

Things were perfect for all of us. Pratibha and Tanu would expect me each weekend and I would watch movies while they went to clubs hunting for prey. Like female lionesses who bring food to their male, they would bring me a girl mixed in with the dates and friends they brought home.

Then the first of several events occurred that would change everything and cause me to become the deviant, perverse, sex addict I am. Each time I have the dirtiest incest sex possible with my own sister, I become obsessed to be even more perverse and filthy the next time. I am totally powerless to do otherwise and to make matters worse, I love ever bit of it.

While attending University Pratibha met a young man named Lalit. They dated for a short time and fell deeply in love. Lalit had proposed and They planned to get married at the end of the college semester. I was totally shocked just as everyone who knows Pratibha was to hear the news.

I know good sex was a large part of their relationship because Pratibha raved about it constantly to me. She also mentioned the fact that Lalit was well endowed with just over ten inches of cock. It seemed the two had found their equal and were willing to give up sex with all others for the pleasure they offered each other.

I enjoy sex very much, especially kinky sex that involves one or more of the fetishes I like. Talking dirty, smelling panties, and devouring a woman’s asshole for example are a good start. The thing that really matters for me though, is to feel naughty and dirty while I do things that are exactly that, naughty and dirty. I love that feeling of knowing I’m doing what others secretly wish they could.

As Pratibha would describe her escapades with Lalit I could not help being envious. Not just for the obvious reason of his huge cock, but because it was the wildest sex I had ever heard of. Lalit was a master, being remarkably creative and inventive in his ability to make any situation in life become wickedly erotic.

I find myself masturbating while fantasizing that it’s me doing the wild sex acts with Pratibha instead of Lalit. Unlike the sex stories Pratibha shared in the past that had me aroused briefly, the stories about Lalit have me obsessed even now. I still think of the sex they had and the way Pratibha described it.

Pratibha went to Lalit’s apartment on a Saturday morning. They had planned to go window shopping for wedding rings. When her knock wasn’t answered, Pratibha let herself in with a spare key Lalit had given her. She anticipated finding him in the tub or on his bed surrounded by sex toys waiting to surprise her.

The surprise for Pratibha however was finding Lalit totally nude and dead in the bedroom closet. A length of rope around his neck was tied to a large hook that had been installed in the ceiling rafter. A television was near the open closet door and a porn video had been playing but finished.

Auto erotic asphyxiation is rarely heard of because it’s not a common fetish compared to others. It involves a person choking themselves as they masturbate in order to limit the oxygen supply to the brain. This allegedly causes more intense orgasms. However with this additional pleasure comes great risk, and is beyond my level of kink.

The rare times this fetish is heard of is when the person performing it dies. They lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen becoming too great. This renders them unable to remove the rope or devise and allows them to hang themselves accidentally.

I cannot imagine the grief and pain Pratibha must have felt at that moment. She refuses to speak about it, even to me. Ironically the thing that connected them also tore them apart, ending Lalit’s life and forever changing Pratibha. The thing they enjoyed more than most ever will, and found in abundance with each other, sex with no limits, apparently had a limit after all.

I’m not a psychiatrist, however some emotional issues are obvious even to the layperson. Pratibha has been damaged by the traumatic event of Lalit’s death. Not only losing the one she loved but finding him under such conditions has changed her emotionally while causing her to have some very weird obsessions in connection with sex.

She began asking me difficult and complicated questions about sex while indicating that she needed answers from a male perspective in order to be educated in male sexuality. I tried telling her that I did not have the authority to speak on behalf of the worlds male population, to no avail. She persistently hounded me with questions about men’s desires, preferences, and especially their fetishes.

Pratibha claimed she needed to be educated in all things a male could ever want or need sexually. She began trying to get her lovers to give and receive every bit of pleasure they possibly could when having sex with her. This may sound ideal, but most men were freaked out by her direct, overzealous approach when all they wanted was to get laid.

Pratibha kept telling me that she needed my help and she trusted me to be honest when answering her questions about men and sex. She blamed herself for Lalit’s death feeling that she had not pleased him sexually, thus causing him to try and satisfy himself and dying in the process. She assured me that with my help she could master sex and please every lover she encounters completely.

At first I played along trying to placate my sister while hoping she would get over her loss and return to normalcy. Kriti started drinking more and going out to clubs more often. She brought countless men home for sex urging them to tell her everything they ever wanted or needed sexually so she could be the one to give it to them.

Pratibha began complaining to me constantly because the men would not give her the information she needed. They were generally intoxicated and after filling the orifice she eagerly provided with a load of sperm, would roll over and fall asleep. Leaving her frustrated sexually but more importantly with no further information of what men really wanted.

Apparently she had stopped using protection since some man had recognized the opportunity and told her men don’t like wearing condoms. After using her vibrator and while the man snored she would call begging me to help her with her education as she called it.

I’m currently giving her an extensive education on some of men’s naughty desires, and I can attest that the education she is receiving comes honestly from the desires of a naughty man. In her mind, Pratibha needs be the best lover any man has ever had, and ever will have in his lifetime. She is obsessed with knowing all there possibly is to know about men and sex in order to achieve this goal. I am doing my best to teach her all the things I can.

Strange obsession no question about it, but we all deal with loss in our own ways. I imagine Pratibha could easily have gone the opposite direction and shut down her sexuality completely but that didn’t happen. As I mentioned, I don’t profess to understand the human mind, but I believe the correlation between the trauma of finding Lalit dead and the obsession Pratibha now has for men’s sexual oddities is obvious.

Some people may be disgusted and even detest me for manipulating the situation in order to have sex with my own sister. I know This is not a proper relationship but I cannot go back now and I would not do so even if I could. The pleasure is beyond anything I’ve every imagined, and I’m giving Pratibha what she wants and needs, just in a little different way than expected.

There is another thing that happened and it certainly does not justify my actions, but I feel it needs mentioning. I feel It was this event that sent me over the edge and made it possible for me to do the things I never thought possible. It was quite accidental much like Lalit’s death, and an innocent mistake Pratibha made after an evening of heavy drinking. The effect this event had on me however was dramatic.

I would spend most weekends hanging out at Kriti and Tanu’s apartment watching movies and enjoying the party essentials that were plentiful. I had the place to myself while the two of them went out to the clubs. They generally brought several people home and I would meet older college girls for casual one night stands or have sex with Tanu if she was available. A few times Tanu and I had a threesome with the third partner being male and other times female.

The night Pratibha made the mistake and changed my perspective was partly because Tanu was taking a medication that would not allow her to drink alcohol for the time she needed to take it. She was therefore the designated driver for a couple weeks, allowing Pratibha to drink more often and in greater amounts than usual.

Pratibha and Tanu came home with several friends at two in the morning, waking me after I had fallen asleep on the couch with their loud drunken antics. Other than Tanu everyone was very obviously highly intoxicated. I had never witnessed Pratibha this drunk before, but she seemed to be enjoying herself and her date for the night, Paul very much.

I had gone into the kitchen for something to drink when she and Paul entered wrapped around each other and in a staggering manner. Pratibha made introductions while setting a six pack of beer on the counter. Paul was a handsome fellow who eerily looked much like me.

We had the same height, similar build, and our hair was the same length as well as styled similarly. We even shared the same taste in clothing, as we both wore denim jeans and a casual collared shirt. My sister and Paul began kissing and groping each other lewdly and I was about to excuse myself when Pratibha broke free to put the beer in the fridge.

I had not bothered to turn on the overhead light because the small light above the stove was on when I came in, casting a soft glow in the kitchen. Pratibha had her back turned to Paul and I for a few minutes as she noisily shuffled leftovers around in the fridge to make room for the beer. Paul told me he needed the restroom and staggered out of the kitchen.

With only the small stove light on it was a bit dark in the far side of the room where I stood. Pratibha turned around and mistook me for Paul, wrapping herself around me and thrusting her tongue in my mouth. I was so shocked I didn’t have time to react before she took my hand and put it on her firm tit, then reached down to knead my cock roughly through my jeans.

My sister stopped kissing me, put her mouth to my ear, and sucked the lobe briefly. Then as her hand shamelessly groped my hardening cock, she began telling me in graphic detail, using dirty, vulgar, language her immediate sexual needs and desires.

By this point I couldn’t help myself, it felt so good I needed more of her. I had to feel her pussy and slide my fingers deep inside it’s warm pink tunnel. I knew I couldn’t fuck Kriti there in the kitchen without Paul coming back or her realizing that I wasn’t him. The next best thing was to at least finger her pussy and get a smell and taste so I could masturbate later.


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