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   ---- Cousins - Yesterday

   She had been 18 and I was 12 when she came to live with us.  My first
recollections of her are of me being irritated at having to share my room
with a girl.  She was my father's elder sister's daughter, Leila.  She was
joining a college nearby and so would be staying with us.  I remember
complaining to my mother about it.  Mom being the kind of person she is sat
me down and explained why it was wrong to be so selfish.  Like her other
lectures I sat through that one too, feeling more pissed off than listening
to her monologue.

   For a boy of 12 it was a difficult period, I had just learnt to
masturbate.  I was worried about losing the privacy of my room for that
wonderful act.  In those days I would masturbate at least twice a day, once
in the morning before getting out of bed and once at night before I settled
into the warm folds of sleep's arms.  I was worried about my pornographic
magazines and books being found out.  There is nothing as wonderful as
watching your sperm shoot onto the face of Samantha Fox's bare breasts. 
Now all that was threatened.

   Finally the day arrived and she was at home.  I helped her settle in,
one half of my cupboard was to be given to her.  I had already moved my
things to my half of the cupboard.  I sat on the bed as she put her things
away.  While I watched her I was, for the first time, struck by the thought
that maybe this wasn't a bad idea at all.  She was not a bad looker at all,
instead she was very beautiful.  I allowed myself the luxury of letting my
eyes wander over her body while she was turned away from me.

   Over the next couple of months I got used to masturbating in the toilet
and on the rare chances that I was alone I would shoot my sperm on my
favorite pin-up girls.  Initially I never took notice of her underclothes
hanging in the toilet where she put them out after washing them.  I can't
seem to remember what it was that attracted me to them, but soon I was
rubbing them over my penis while I masturbated.  I was always careful to
make sure that I didn't get any of my sperm on them and to leave them back
in the exact manner I found them.

   Then one day I was introduced to one of the most wonderful things in
life, a woman's unwashed, used underwear.  I guess she was in a hurry to
leave for college, whatever the reason, there it was.  It hung on the
clothes line where she usually put out her washed underwear, but this time
the bra and panties were not hung out, they were just put there.  I still
remember how my hands shook as I took them off the line.  They felt so
wonderful, so used, unlike the clean and impersonal washed versions.  My
penis was rock hard as I brought those intimate pieces of clothing to me
nose and inhaled the musky odor of a woman for the first time.  As the
aroma filled me, my penis deposited its load in my underwear.  My
ejaculation seemed to go on for ever.  I fell on my knees and squeezed my
penis over through my shorts.

   I don't know whether she knew about my fetish for her underwear but from
that day on she began to leave her underwear unwashed in the morning and
would wash them only in the evenings.  Since she left for college before I
left for school I was able to use them for my masturbation sessions
everyday.  Then one day it happened, I guess it was just a matter of time
before it did - I lost control and shot my load into her panties.  To put
it mildly I was scared shitless, my first reaction was to wash it off.  But
I realized that I would be hard put to explain why I felt the need to wash
my cousin's underwear.  I sat down and thought about it and decided the
best option would be to scrape the semen off and hope for the best.

   When I got home in the evening I rushed into the bathroom.  Her panties
hung there as I had left them, nothing strange in that - she would get home
only after me.  When I touched the panties I knew I was in trouble, it was
crisp with my dried semen.  I knew I was screwed.  When she went in for her
bath I was as tight as the gut on a tennis racket.  But when she came out
she did not refer to the underwear and neither did she act any different. I
heaved a sigh of relief at my close escape.

   That night I lay in bed and sleep refused to come.  I needed to jack
off, me penis was in a heightened state of excitement.  At this point I
need to explain that while I slept on the bed, she slept on a bedding on
the floor beside my bed.  I put my hand into my shorts and began to
masturbate as quietly as I could.  When I heard the moan I froze, I hoped
she hadn't heard the tell tale sound of my pleasure.  Then I heard it
again, that's when I realized that it wasn't me but her who had moaned.

   I, quietly, rolled over so I could see her.  In the light of the moon,
that shone through the windows, I beheld a woman's cunt for the first time.
She had her knees bent and thighs spread, her fingers were furiously
working on her cunt.  Her eyes were closed and lips parted, in the throes
of pleasure.  I began to masturbate too as I watched her and soon my palm
was filled with a warm load of cum.  I stepped out of my bed to go to the
bathroom, although she would surely have heard me get out of bed she didn't
stop her actions.  I went to the bathroom and washed my hands.  When I came
back she was sleeping, her dress pulled down and it was almost as if
nothing had happened.  But for the overpowering smell of our activities in
the room I would have thought that I was dreaming.

   The next morning I went into the bathroom and began to masturbate
without the help of her panties.  My eyes would keep wandering to her
panties, the lure was too great.  So I pulled them down and pumped my meat
in them.  But this time I was extra careful not to repeat the previous
day's mistake.

   That night after dinner as we prepared for bed she asked me, "Why didn't
you leave it in my panties today?"

   I felt my blood run cold.  I stammered something to the effect that I
didn't understand what she was talking about.

   "C'mon Ajay, do you think I don't know?  I knew from the first day that
you began to play with my panties.  I always wondered what you did with
them.  When I found the sperm on it yesterday I got my answer.  By the way,
the smell of your dried sperm with my body odor was simply irresistible, so
I masturbated using it yesterday.  But today I was disappointed."

   Then she did something unthinkable.  She reached under her nightdress
and took off her panties.  Then she offered them to me, saying, "Will you
soil them for me please?"

   I was stunned and turned on at the same time.  I took the panties and
went into the bathroom.  I didn't have to whack long and soon I had her
panties soaked with my juvenile cum.  I wondered if I should scrape off the
sperm like I did the previous time, then I decided that if she like a
little she would like a lot.  So I pulled up my shorts and left the
bathroom.  I gave her the now laden panties.

   She gave me a peck on the cheeks and thanked me.  Settling on her
bedding she unraveled the sticky panty and began to inhale the smell.  She
touched the wet sperm and then she licked her finger.  I was amazed since I
had only read about things like this.

   "Did you like what you saw last night?" she asked me.

   I nodded.

   "I've been doing it every night, but you are such a deep sleeper, you
never once woke up", she told me.

   I didn't know what to say, it's not everyday that a sexy babe who's
licking your sperm off her panties tells you that she's been putting on a
show for you ever night.

   "Would you like to watch now?" she asked.

   I nodded.

   She put her back to the wall and bent her knees.  She pulled her skirt
up so her cunt was now exposed to me.  She put her first finger in her
mouth and began to suck on it, all the while her eyes were looking at me.
She kept moving her finger in and out of her mouth.  Sometimes she'd stick
her tongue out and lick along the length of the finger.  Then she took her
finger to her cunt and began tracing the outline of the lips.  She threw
her head back and closed her eyes.  Soft mews emanating from her told me
about the pleasures she was feeling.  In time the pressure she was applying
to herself increased.  Apart from her fingers her crotch was also moving in
time with her fingers, her breath came in sharp bursts now.  Going by her
feelings I knew she was about to erupt, her reactions being pretty similar
to mine.  My eyes were riveted to her cunt as she was engulfed in the
throes of her orgasm, she was grunting through gritted teeth.  I waited to
see her sperm flow out but nothing happened, she just collapsed and kept
breathing hard trying to catch her breath.

   I played with my penis as I waited for her to land back on to planet
Earth.

   "Enjoyed the show?" she asked me.

   "It was fantastic", I told her.  "But what about your sperm?"

   "Dummy, only men have sperm, women have eggs", and then she briefly told
me about reproduction.

   We lay down to go to sleep, but sleep was the farthest thing from my
mind right then.  I tossed and turned until she asked me what the problem
was.  I informed her that I was unable to sleep.  She asked me to join her
on her bedding.  At that point I was scared, excited, turned on, worried
everything together.  But all that did not stop me from joining her by her
side.  She undid the buttons of her nightdress and pulled her bra cup over
to expose her breast.

   "Suck on it", she told me.

   I didn't need a second invitation, I began to suck and lick at it in
earnest.  I felt her hands play at the elastic of my shorts, she was
pushing my shorts down and pulling out my penis.  Once she had it out she
began to masturbate it.  It was just the most amazing feeling in the world
to have a woman jack me off.  I began to suck even more earnestly as all
kinds of strange signals began to run through the length and breadth of my
body.

   Needless to say from that point we progressed very soon to the act of
actual sex.  Surprisingly I don't remember much about the sex we had.

   Now a decade later the roles were reversed, it was me who was going to a
college near her place.  In the last decade things had changed much, most
importantly she was married.  As my airplane got ready to descend my
thoughts moved to what lay in store for me - both academically and
otherwise.

   Cousins - Today (Part I)

   Hyderabad in April is no place for the faint-hearted.  The place is hot
and even a couple of steps saps you off your energy.  As soon as I stepped
out of the airplane the blast of hot air hit me like a Muhammed Ali punch.
I took a moment to gather myself before walking down the steps and
gratefully into the airport terminal.  After I picked up my luggage I
walked out of the terminal, once there I scanned the crowd to try and pick
out Leila.

   It took me a moment to realize that the fantastic looking babe in the
tight jeans and tank top was trying to attract my attention and it took me
one more moment to realize that it was Leila.  I waved back to let her know
that I saw her and made my way out towards her.  We hugged and kissed each
other's cheeks chastely.  She introduced me to her husband whom I had last
met at their wedding.

   I studied him critically without being obvious about it.  His stuck up
suit and mannerisms told me that he and me were not going to be great
friends.  I now wondered how Leila had turned out, ten years with a
degenerate like him can do things to people.

   "I'm sorry about this Ajay, but I have to catch a plane.  Check-in
closes in 5 minutes", he said in a voice that was more childish than
girlish.  "I don't see any need for you guys to hang around, I'll go in
now. We'll me when I'm back and spend sometime together."

   I was still trying to figure out whether the last statement by him was a
threat or just a good natured invitation when Leila drove up with the car.
I got the things into the boot and we drove to their place.  The drive was
friendly enough, both of us traded information about each other's families
and made other small talk.  Once we were there she showed me my room.  I
had my own entrance that meant that I could lead my own life.  I was happy
for that.  She asked me to unpack and settle down while she made some
coffee.  After she left I set about looking around the room.  I noticed
that the bathroom was shared with another bedroom.  Curiosity got the
better of me and I checked out the bedroom and was pleasantly surprised to
see that it was their bedroom.  This opened up a lot of interesting
possibilities for me.  Ever since I landed I had been looking for
indications from her that we would continue where we left off.  Not that I
had much hope for that, most Indian women pretty much clamp up after
marriage, I should know I had two girls whom I was balling and both told me
in no uncertain terms just before their marriages that it was over between
us.

   As soon as I realized that Leila's husband's job involved a lot of
traveling it had kindled hope of resuming things with her.  Now that I had
a bedroom that shared a bath with hers was even better.  I heard her coming
back and quickly closed the door to her room and took a leak.  When I came
out she was sitting on the bed with the coffee.

   "You need to be a little more careful of taking leaks with the doors
open, just for your information you share the bathroom with us.  Now, it
would not do for me to walk in with you in a state of undress, would it?"
Her eyes twinkled as she spoke.

   I sat at the other end of the bed and took the proffered cup and asked,
"Do you mind if I smoke indoors?"

   "My, my haven't we grown?"

   I didn't say anything.

   "Go on, light up."

   I did and sipped my coffee.

   "Ajay, we need to get a few things clarified before it gets too late."

   I looked at her.

   "I am referring to the relationship we had, you understand that things
can't be the same."

   I nodded.

   "I have seen you look at me and I can read the thoughts running through
your mind.  Please understand that this is a different time and place. 
Okay?"

   I nodded.  We drank our coffee in silence, each lost in their own
thoughts.  She stood up after finishing her coffee and walked up to me. 
She bent down and kissed me on the lips.

   "Those were good days Ajay.  I still remember them fondly.  Do you?"

   "The best days of my life."

   She smiled.

   "Have you thought of me much after that?"

   "I'd be lying if I said every day, but you still are my favorite
masturbation fantasy."

   She laughed and turned around to leave.  At the door she stopped and
looked at me, "Okay, the days he's not her I'll leave my underclothes for
you.  Okay?"

   "Fantastic", I said with a little enthusiasm.  Then she was gone.

   I unpacked and freshened up before joining her in the living room.  The
rest of the evening was spent in more small talk.  I told her things about
me and she told me things about her.  Neither of us divulged too much,
almost like we were fencing to see if the other was trustworthy before
opening up.

   After dinner I went to my room and on my bed lay a woman's underwear and
bra, both used, both smelling of my favorite lady.

   The next morning I was woken up by Leila bearing a cup of black coffee,
just the way I like it.  As she was leaving she asked, "By the way, can I
have my underclothes back?"

   "Can I give it to you after about 15 minutes?" I asked.

   "Cool", she said and left.

   I finished the coffee and shot one more load into her panties.  Then I
finished all my toilet before joining her.

   "You underclothes are in the bathroom."

   "Thanks", she said absently as she got breakfast ready.

   While we were having breakfast she said, "By the way, don't wash your
underclothes, leave them for me.  I get a thrill out of doing it.  Any
problems?"

   "None"

   Life went on pretty much evenly.  Over the next couple of weeks we got
to know each other better and both of us began to open up more.  I told her
everything about my life and likewise she told me about hers.  It was clear
that married life wasn't the best for her.  Her husband would be traveling
almost 25 days a month.  This left her high and dry and I was a pleasant
distraction.  However once college started I was only able to spend very
little time with her.  She continued to leave her used underclothes for me
to play with and I would leave it filled and heavy for her the next
morning.

   It was an Oscar night, we both were up late watching the Oscar ceremony.
It was pretty late and she had crashed out on the floor.  I was still up. I
was pretty turned on although I had whacked off into her panties before the
show began.  In her sleep, her nightdress had begun to ride up her thighs
and now her bare cunt was in plain view.  I couldn't help myself, I
crouched at her cunt and began to lap at it.  Soon she was moaning and she
held her knees with her hands so she was completely open.  I kept lapping
at her until she came screaming my name.

   The silence in the room was thick and could be cut with a butter knife.

   She sat up and arranged her clothes.  She looked at me as if she wanted
to say something and then she abruptly left the room.  I heard her bedroom
door close.  I finished the show and then headed to bed.  I took her
panties once again, they were still damp from my previous load.  I placed
her bra over my nostril so her odor would fill me.  I whacked off into them
once more.  Then I slept.

   The morning was no different from any other, she didn't show me any
reactions of the events of the previous night.  I was pretty worried, I
knew that I had crossed a line, now I had to see what the repercussions
would be.

   I didn't have to wait long, that night when I went to bed her
underclothes were not in it.  I lay down to sleep, but sleep refused to
come.  I tossed and turned in my bed.  My ears were keen and I heard her go
into the bathroom.  I strained to hear the sound of her urine hit the
water, but didn't come.  I lay watching and listening.  It was then that I
noticed the shadow under the door.  Leila wasn't using the toilet she was
standing at my door.  I softly got up to check if my side of the door was
bolted, it wasn't.  I went back to bed.  After what seemed like eternity
she opened the door.

   I watched her as she came towards me.  With the light behind her I could
see through her dress and she was wearing nothing underneath.  When she
came up to me she held out her underclothes.

   I took them from her and brought them to my nostrils.

   "Yours is still the sexiest aroma", I told her.

   "Thanks", she said in a soft voice.

   She sat on the bed next to me.

   "Can I make a confession?" she asked.

   I nodded.

   "Yesterday was the first time a man touched my body sexually after 85
days."

   I looked at her in surprise.

   She nodded, "Yes, it's true.  Ravi and me haven't had sex for 85 days.
He is no longer interested in my body."

   "Then he is crazy", I told her.  "You have a body that can turn anyone
on."

   "I don't care about `anyone', I'd be happy if I could just turn on my
husband."

   I hugged her and she began to cry on my shoulder.  After a while her
sobs subsided.

   "I just want you to know that I am not mad at you for last night.  It
was fantastic and it changes nothing of my feelings for you.  You are still
my best friend."

   "But Leila, why do you still refuse to have sex with me?  He's not
giving you what you need.  I know you, you need sex."

   "I couldn't Ajay.  I cannot willingly submit to another man."

   She bent forward and kissed me before she left.  I lay there, with her
panties on my nostrils.  Her aroma filled me as my thoughts tried to sort
themselves out.  The one remark that kept coming back to me was - I cannot
willingly submit to another man.

   The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that she wanted me
to rape her.  Finally I gathered my courage and went into her room.  I
locked both the doors that led out of her room.  She sat up in bed and
watched me as I began to go through her clothes.

   "What do you want?"

   "Shut up"

   I kept searching until I found four scarves.  I went up to her and took
one hand and began to tie the scarf around it.  Then I tethered it to the
bedpost above her head.

   "Ajay, what are you doing?  Please stop, let me go."

   The pleading in her voice sounded so genuine that for a moment I was
inclined to let her go.  But then I realized that she wasn't fighting me,
so I proceeded to tie her eagle-spread to the bed.  Then I pushed a pillow
under her ass.  Now she was mine.

   I began to slowly run my tongue along her cunt lips.

   "No", she cried weakly.  Her voice was filled with her yearning, her
`no' was actually a pleading for me to go on.

   I began to venture deeper into her cunt, lapping at her wetness,
circling her clit and sucking it.  Soon there were no more no's, just
moans.

   I began to French kiss her cunt, sucking her cunt lip into my mouth and
releasing them with a smack.

   "Yesssss", she screamed.

   I stood up and took off the rest of my clothes.  Then I got on the bed
and knelt next to her face, my semi-erect penis at her lips.  She opened
her mouth and let me in.  She began to suck it and lick it.  Soon it was
glistening in the moonlight with her saliva.  I moved to her cunt and
penetrated her.

   "Nooooo, please.  Let me go", she begged.

   I began to hump her slowly, building my rhythm.  She began to move her
crotch to match my thrusts.  Soon she was screaming as she had her first
orgasm.

   She became inert, the orgasm had tired her.  I kept pushing into her,
keeping a steady rhythm.  Soon she was matching me thrust for thrust again.
We moved like one.  I gripped her shoulders as I began to thrust harder
more urgently.  She responded.  She yelps came faster, her breathing was
rapid.

   "Hmmmmmrph", she grunted as her orgasm began.

   I began shooting my load too, both of us screamed, yelped and grunted
our individual orgasms.  Then we lay, me over her, bathed in the sweat of
our love-making.  Neither of us saying anything.  I reached up and undid
the knots that held her hands, then got up and left the room.

   Cousins - Today (Part II)

   Raping Leila was turning out to be a great game.  The best part was that
she would fight me hard, but somehow I always won and we always fucked. 
Soon we were fucking three maybe even four times a day.  I also noticed
that the glow was returning to her face.  Leila is that kind of person, she
needs her sex to keep her going.  It was coming to a year that I had moved
in with her.  Things were going fine when a spanner was thrown in the
works. Layla, Leila's sister, had got admitted into the same college as me.
She would also be joining us here.  Suddenly the paradise that we had
created stood at the brink of being destroyed.

   Layla is the anti-thesis to Leila.  While the older girl was more sober
and quiet, the younger one was full of energy.  She was forever all over
the place.  It got to a point where Leila stopped struggling when we got a
chance, we didn't have time for games anymore.

   The one thing that did not change however, was Leila leaving me her
underclothes.  This time again, it was my sperm on her panties that caused
the stir.  One day Layla was cleaning my room and she got to the sperm
laden panties before Leila could.  Understandably she was disturbed and
told her sister about the `pervert' living in her house.  Leila had to make
a quick decision and it was to blurt the entire story out.  She told her
everything, from the first time it had happened till the last one that
Layla had found.

   Layla was stunned and shocked at her sister's confession.  She ranted,
raved and sulked for hours.  On my part I was completely unaware of the
happenings since I left for college that morning.  So it came as a surprise
when I was called a `perverted bastard' by Layla on my return.  It was then
that Leila told me everything.

   We spoke about it and decided that it would be best if I moved out.  It
would be extremely difficult for me to be around Layla.  I decided to move
out immediately.  I went to my room and began to pack.  As I was packing
Layla came to my room.

   "Ajay, can we talk?"

   "Sure"

   "Actually, I'm not mad at Leila for cheating on Ravi.  It's her life and
she can lead it any way she wants.  What pissed me off was that she was
sleeping with you.  Remember the time that you visited the village with the
family?"

   I nodded, not really sure where all this was going.

   "You used to help me out with English because I was weak in it?"

   I nodded again.

   "Well, you remember you used to punish me?  Kneeling, pinching, and
sometimes shouting at me?"

   "Yes, I remember all that, but what does that have to do with all this?"

   "Well, ever since then I have been in love with you.  I lie down at
night and imagine you punishing me.  It turns me on.  I'm sorry I got angry
with my sister.  I confess it wasn't because I thought she did wrong, but
because I was jealous of her."

   To say that I was at a loss for words would be putting things mildly.  I
sat down on the bed and lit a smoke, the thoughts in my head bounding off
the walls of my skull like they were ping pong balls.  When I looked up
Layla was standing with her hands clasped in front of her and her head
bowed in supplication.  It, her position, made my head whirl as the
possibilities began to dawn on me.

   "Kneel", I told her.

   She complied and I left the room to find Leila.  I sat her down and
related what had just happened.

   "Now what do we do?" she asked me.

   "Well, if you ask me, I'd say let's give her what she wants.  She wants
to be my sex slave and that's what we'll make her."

   "Ajay!  She's my sister."

   "Have it your way", I said and leaned back in the chair.

   Leila leaned on the kitchen table, biting her lips as she usually did
when she was thinking hard.  I could almost see her weighing the options as
she tried to arrive at a decision.

   "Will you hurt her?  I've read stories on domination and they usually
entail pain."

   "Not more than is necessary to keep her happy."

   More silence.

   "And what will be my role?"

   "As my consort, you too are her master or mistress in this case."

   "Do I have to hurt her?"

   I weighed the question carefully.  Something told me that this was going
to be a crucial answer.

   "Like I said, just enough at least, to keep her happy."

   The glow in her eyes told me that she was beginning to warm up to the
idea that she would have a slave, even if it were her sister.

   "Alright, if you think it is the only way, I'll go along", she said.

   I went back to my room where Layla was still kneeling.  I waited at the
door observing her.  She was beginning to fidget as the discomfort began to
get to her.

   "Uncomfortable?" I asked as I walked in.

   "A little"

   "Do you know why I asked you to kneel?"

   "Because I did wrong"

   "What was the wrong?"

   "I shouted at my sister and called you names."

   "Not only that Layla, you did something even worse.  You hurt both your
sister and me.  Do you know how much of pain you caused her?"

   She continued to look to the floor.

   "I want you to go and ask for her pardon.  How will you go about it?"

   "I'll tell her I am sorry"

   "Will that be enough?  What about the pain you caused her?  Don't you
think you need to give her some pleasure to take away some of the pain?"

   She nodded.

   "Here is what I want you to do.  Go to her now, she is in the kitchen.
Kneel before her, tell her how sorry you are and then get under her dress
and lick her to an orgasm."

   Layla's head shot up and she looked at me.  Her eyes pleaded with me.

   "Go", I told her.

   She stood and left the room.  When she reached the door, I called out,
"Layla, from now on I'd prefer it if you called me `Master' at all times."

   "Yes Master", she replied.

   "Go on now."

   I gave her a few seconds head start and then followed her.  When I
arrived she was kneeling in front of Leila.

   "I just want to say that I am sorry for the way I behaved.  I want you
to know that my anger was not at you having sex with a man who is not your
husband, but it was jealousy.  I know now that I hurt you and I am
extremely sorry for that."

   She bent forward and began to lift Leila's dress.

   "For all the pain I brought you, this is a small pleasure that I give in
service.  I hope it goes a small way in taking away some of that pain. 
Please don't refuse me this opportunity."

   She then moved closer to Leila and let the dress fall over her.  Leila
looked at me and spread her legs.  Her moan told me that Layla had begun
her work.  I went to Leila and undid the buttons of her dress and released
her nipples.  On one nipple I began to suck softly, on the other I played
with my fingers.

   "Oh!  Ajay!  Yes!"

   She held me by the back of my head, she held me tight as her sister's
and my ministrations brought her to the edge of the cliff over which she
hoped to be thrown.

   "Faster Layla", she called out.

   Layla must have responded because she tugged at my hair harder.  Then
with a scream she announced her orgasm.  She pushed me away and grabbed her
sister's head holding her in place tight as her orgasm reached its
crescendo.

   Then she stepped away.  Layla stayed in position, I noticed that she was
furiously playing with her cunt.  I picked up a steel spoon and whacked her
across her ass.

   "Ah!", she screamed and pulled her hands away.

   "I didn't tell you that you could derive any pleasure out of this."

   "I'm sorry Master."

   "Take your sister and tie her to her bed, I will fuck her now."

   "Yes Master."

   She took Leila by her hand and led her away.  I poured myself a drink
and settled down in the living room.

   After a while she returned.

   "My sister is ready for you, Master."

   "Go and keep her wet, I'll come later."

   She went to carry out my commands.  I finished the drink and made my way
to the bedroom.  I waited outside the door, listening.

   "Yes, lick it there, that feels good."

   Silence

   "Faster you bitch"

   Silence

   I walked into the room, I indicated to Layla to continue what she was
doing and began to undress.  After I was naked I sat on the bed next to
Leila.  I put my finger at her cunt and began to move it in and out.  She
moaned.

   "She's not wet enough.  Spit into her and work the spittle in."

   Layla went back to work.  I lay beside Leila and kissed her lips.  She
turned her head away - the game was on again.

   I held her chin and turned her face towards me, holding her tight I
kissed her lightly on her lips.

   "Are you comfortable?"

   "Bastard!  How dare you ask me that after tying me up like this?  Using
my sister to prepare me to be fucked by you?  If you have the guts, untie
me, then let's see how you have your way."

   She screamed those words out.  Anybody standing outside the room would
be forgiven in thinking that I was really taking her against her wishes.

   "Is that why your cunt is dripping like a whore's?" I asked her.

   "Please, isn't it enough that you have one sister as your slave?" she
cried, real tears flowing down her cheeks.

   "Do you have to do this?" she continued.

   "Don't you want it?"

   I pushed Layla away and got in between her spread thighs.

   "Put me into your sister."

   Layla came behind me and held my penis, and she guided me into her
sister's cunt.

   I began to pump my organ in and out of the bound woman.  Soon she was up
to speed with me and we thrashed into each other like sex starved maniacs.
All the while she kept berating me for raping her.

   "No I don't want to cum", she screamed as her first orgasm hit her.  I
was so turned on that I kept banging into her without relaxing my speed. 
As soon as she finished her orgasm she was ready again, my unrelenting pace
did not give her time to relax.

   "Layla!  Help me, take him off me please", she begged her sister.

   "Obey your sister", I told her.

   She charged me.  I was ready for her and she bounced off me.  She put
her arms around me and tried to pull me away.

   "Make it look good", I told her.

   She began to bite and scratch me.

   "Get off her, you bastard", she cried as she tried to pull me off her
sister again.

   "Oh God!  Not again", Leila cried as another orgasm shook through her.

   "Layla!  Get him off me!  Please", she screamed.

   "Aaarghh", I screamed as Layla's teeth bit into my shoulder.  I felt her
teeth going through the skin and the warm blood beginning to flow.

   "Bitch!" I shot my hand out and slapped her.  She fell to the floor.  I
kept going at Leila.

   "Layla!" Leila screamed.

   "Bastard!" the shout seemed out of place, it was a male voice.

   "No", I heard Layla scream.

   "No", it was Leila this time.

   I felt the knife going through my back, but I kept pumping, I was
cumming.

   I reached back to pull it out, but he got it out before I reached there.
And it came down on me again.

   I kept pumping my seed into Leila.

   "It's a game, stop it please", that's all I heard before passing out.

   Cousins - Tomorrow

   Drops of water from the sea at the edge of heaven brought me around. 
When I opened my eyes I saw Leila looking at me from above.

   "Did he kill you too?" I asked her.

   "No, why do you ask?"

   "Aren't we in heaven?"

   She smiled and said, "Don't strain yourself, you've lost a lot of blood.
We need to arrange things here."

   I looked around, Layla was sitting on the floor with her back to the
wall.  She was sobbing.

   "She knocked him on the head with the vase.  He's out cold.  I've got
you some clothes, Put them on."

   She helped me into an underwear and a pair of shorts.

   "We are in deep shit here", I told her.

   "Don't worry I've got it figured out", she reassured me.

   After I was dressed she sat me down and explained things.  Then she
called the police.

   It was two days before I came too at the hospital.  Layla was there
beside me.

   "Where am I?"

   "You're at the hospital.  You have been out cold for two days now."

   "What happened?"

   "Leila has handled everythjng.  After we got you dressed she called the
police.  She told them that you were giving her a back rub to get rid of a
muscle catch.  Ravi walked in and thought you were harming her, so he
stabbed you.  To protect you I had to rap him on the head with a vase.

   "Ravi died last night.  He never regained consciousness.  The police
seem to have bought the story.  They haven't been here since yesterday
afternoon."

   "My God!  What a mess!"

   Leila walked in and came and kissed me full on the lips.

   "They told me you had regained consciousness.  How are you feeling?"

   "Pretty weak.  I feel like a road roller rammed into me."

   She smiled.

   "Did Layla tell you what happened?"

   "Yes, I'm sorry."

   "No loss.  I'm cool.  Maybe it was for the better."

   We kissed again and then I lay back, and slept.
   
