"What purpose will that serve, Pradeep? Are we going
> to stop them from going all the way?"
>
> "I would if I was her best friend. I am not judging
> their love, but this is not a good place or time to
> get pregnant by someone whom you may never see
> again.
> Remember, his religion will get in the way of their
> plans. Mark my words."
>
> "I don't know, Pradeep. You are making me nervous
> about this whole trip now. Okay. Let's go, but be
> careful and discreet. I don't want her to think that
> we were spying on them."
>
> "You are such a simple soul, Sarita. Why do you
> think
> Karuna asked you and me to go with her? Whose idea
> was
> it to take me along as a chaperon? Yours or hers?"
>
> "Mom's. No, come to think of it, Karuna suggested
> it.
> Mom agreed with it. What are you getting at?"
>
> "I think she also knows that their relationship is
> doomed. But she loves him enough to take the risk of
> enjoying it as long as she can. She is probably
> worried about his impulse to score, and doesn't want
> to get into a helpless situation. So she brings you
> along, as a mild deterrent for our friend Bashir,
> and
> I am the extra insurance if things get nasty."
>
> "You just made that up," Sarita said simply, as we
> walked hand in hand towards the palm grove.
>
> "Of course I did. I don't have any first hand
> knowledge of how her mind works or his. You know
> them
> better than I do. Does it not make sense to you?"
>
> "Yes, dammit. It does. You are right. I have also
> felt
> the same way, but I didn't have the heart to
> confront
> Karuna about it. What do you think we should do when
> we get closer to them?"
>
>
>
> "Nothing. Just keep an eye on them. You watch
> Karuna,
> and I'll watch Bashir. If she gives any signs of
> struggle or being forced, we'll just walk over
> casually and interrupt them. That way, they won't
> have
> to scramble for any explanation. How's that for a
> plan?"
>
> "I like it. You are a genius, brother."
>
> "Uh uh. Just smarter and more experienced, dear
> sister."
>
> When we got closer, we could see them clearly. They
> were all over each other, but no clothes had come
> off.
> We sat down under a tree, out of sight of the
> lovers,
> and watched them. Karuna was rubbing her hand over
> Bashir's bulge as he kissed her, fondling her
> through
> her tee shirt, and running his hands over her
> shapely,
> tanned thighs. A few times, he tried to push his
> fingers inside her cut-off jeans, but she gently
> stopped him. Karuna seemed to be in control. I
> turned
> my back to them, and told Sarita to watch them.
>
> After a few minutes, Sarita moved her hand to her
> mouth, and gasped. I looked at her face. It was
> flushed. She was breathing rapidly, as if she was
> witnessing something very erotic or terrifying. I
> turned and looked at Karuna and her lover. They had
> made a lot of progress. She had pulled his very
> stiff
> cock out of his pants, and he had managed to remove
> her bra and had pushed the tee-shirt up, revealing
> her
> firm, round breasts. She was pumping his cock with
> her
> fist, while he had his mouth around her breasts and
> erect nipples. I quickly scanned the beach. There
> was
> no one in sight at that noon hour.
>
> I looked at Sarita. She licked her lips, and turned
> to
> look at me. Smiling nervously, she asked in a
> strangely hoarse voice, "Did you see that?"
>
> I nodded.
>
> "God, that is so exciting. Did you see how big he
> is?"
>
>
> I nodded again, and said, "You sure seem to be hot,
> watching them."
>
> "Aren't you?"
>
> I just shrugged my shoulders. "I admit it's an
> erotic
> sight, but they don't mean anything to me." I looked
> at my sister, and noticed that her nipples were
> showing through the thin material of her tee shirt.
> I
> felt a stirring in my pants, seeing her in the
> aroused
> condition.
>
> Sarita was watching me. "I know you are also
> excited,
> Pradeep. No man can remain so cool after seeing
> those
> gorgeous boobs. You have to admit that Karuna has a
> nice pair of knockers."
>
> I pulled Sarita in my arms. Pinching her nose, I
> said,
> "Sure. She has nice tits, sister. But that is not
> why
> I feel the excitement. I am excited watching you get
> turned on. You are a whole lot sexier than your
> friend."
>
> "But I am your sister, Pradeep."
>
> "Who else but you and I knows that, not counting
> those
> two lovers over there? Don't tell me you came here
> without any plans to get turned on and then doing
> something about it."
>
> "What do you mean?"
>
> I took her in my arms, and kissed her. Sarita
> resisted
> at first, but as soon as I pushed my tongue through
> her lips, she flung her arms around me, and held me
> tightly. Her mouth opened, and we began exploring
> each
> other with a sudden frenzy. Our tongues locked in a
> deep kiss that sent shivers down my spine, to say
> nothing about causing my cock to spring into a
> superfast erection.
>
>
>
> "Oh god, yes, Pradeep. I have waited so long for you
> to kiss me like that. Don't stop kissing me. Hold
> me,
> dear brother," Sarita gasped between our kisses. She
> pushed me down on the sand and fell on top of me,
> grinding her pelvis into mine.
>
> I reached down to caress her butt, and found my way
> under her skirt to her panties. Slipping my hand
> under
> the elastic waistband, I cupped and caressed the
> smooth skin of her butt, squeezing the firm flesh as
> she moaned loudly and pressed herself down against
> my
> hardness. She quickly rolled off me and reached for
> my
> zipper. I grabbed her hand, and said, "Easy,
> sister."
>
> "Don't tease me, Pradeep. You want it as much as I
> do." She pushed my hand away, and with a swift flick
> of her wrist, pulled the zipper of my beach shorts
> down. Reaching in, she made her way around the
> jockey
> shorts and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing
> shaft. I could see the desire in her eyes and the
> arousal in her hardened nipples. Her full breasts
> were
> stretching the fabric of her tee shirt beyond
> endurance. I pulled her tee shirt off, and removed
> the
> front clasp of her bikini top. She wiggled her chest
> and her full, ripe breasts came into view.
>
> I stared at her lovely figure. My sister was a
> knockout. I couldn't believe how voluptuous she
> looked.
>
> "Do you like them?" Sarita asked, playing with my
> cock
> which was still hidden inside the jockey shorts.
>
> "They are the most gorgeous pair I have ever seen.
> Honest to God."
>
> "Oh Pradeep, I have wanted for you to see me like
> this
> ever since our little fooling around years ago. I
> wanted you to be the first one to see me naked.
> Please
> touch me and tell me if you like them."
>
> I caressed the ripe, rippling flesh, feeling the
> trembling of her body. Sarita closed her eyes, her
> hand out of my shorts. She put both her hands to her
> mouth and gasped, as I gently kneaded her breasts,
> twirling the hard nipples between my fingers. I saw
> tears rolling down her cheeks as she breathed slowly
> and deliberately, causing her breasts to move in a
> seductive fashion. She opened her eyes, and smiled
> at
> me.
>
> "I am so happy today, Pradeep. Your hands feel so
> good
> on my breasts. Please don't stop. My heart is so
> full
> of love for you that I can't stop crying. O dear
> brother, please hold me tightly in your arms."
>
> I pulled off my tee shirt and threw it aside. Sarita
> pulled me down on top of her, and held me in a bear
> hug, pressing her breasts against my chest. She
> kissed
> me and said, "Lie on top of me, brother. Wait. I
> want
> to take your cock out. I want to feel it against my
> pussy. Just push it there. No, don't remove my
> panty.
> I just want to feel its hardness."
>
> She pulled out my cock, and pressed it against the
> plump mound between her legs. I wrapped my hands
> around her ripe breasts. Sarita moaned and wiggled
> her
> hips against my cock as it pressed urgently against
> her womanhood. She was breathing very rapidly now.
> Suddenly she opened her legs, and gripped me in a
> vise, thrusting her pelvis against me. I could feel
> the tip of my cock brushing against her inner thigh,
> inching its way closer to her triangle with every
> thrust of her pelvis.
>
> I raised myself, and looked down at her. Sarita
> opened
> her eyes and looked at me. "Why did you get up?"
>
> "To look at the nymph lying under me. You look so
> bewitching and sexy, Sarita, that if you were not my
> sister, I would tear that panty off you, and pound
> my
> cock into you. But since we can't do that, let me at
> least look at you. Take it off, sister."
>
> Sarita smiled, and said, "You do it. With your lips
> and teeth. Don't use your hands."
>
>
>
> My cock twitched at the thought of getting so close
> to
> her pussy. I nodded, and dived between her open
> legs.
> First I nuzzled her mound with my nose, inhaling her
> erotic fragrance. Then I grabbed the elastic band of
> her panty in my teeth, and pulled it down slowly,
> watching as her dark pubic hair came into view. They
> were already moist with her juices. I pulled the
> panty
> down further, lifting her butt off the ground to
> make
> it easier. Soon her pussy was in full view. I could
> smell and see the pulsating entrance of her lovely
> womanhood. I paused, taking in the incredibly sexy
> and
> beautiful sight of my sister's private parts.
>
> "Pradeep..." Sarita whispered.
>
> "Yes, darling?"
>
> "You are the first man ever to see me naked. I
> wanted
> it to be you. Thanks for fulfilling my wish."
>
> "Oh, you are welcome, sister. I can't get over how
> beautiful and sexy you look, with and now without
> your
> clothes. I never thought this would ever happen, but
> now I am terribly jealous of whoever makes love to
> you
> for the first time."
>
> "Would you like to be the first one, brother? I'd
> love
> it to be you. Please say yes."
>
> I suddenly came to my senses. I sat up, and pulled
> her
> panty up and covered her. Pulling her up and
> throwing
> her tee shirt to her, I said, "My God, Sarita. We
> were
> about to commit incest. Put on your tee shirt," I
> scrambled to my feet, inserting my rapidly deflating
> cock back in my shorts and pulling on my beach
> pants.
>
> Sarita sat up, bewildered by my sudden change of
> mood.
> She got up, and pulled her tee shirt on.
> Straightening
> her skirt, she looked at me and quickly turned her
> back to me. She buried her face in her hands and
> began
> sobbing.
>
> I quickly walked over to her and turned her around.
> She shrugged me off, and said, "Don't touch me. I
> have
> never been so humiliated in my life. I love you with
> all my heart, brother. Why did you shame me like
> this?"
>
> "But I didn't mean to, Sarita." I forced her to turn
> and look at me. I pulled her in my arms, and said,
> "My
> dear sister, there is no one in this world I love
> more
> than I love you. You must believe me. I stopped
> because what we were doing would have taken us down
> the forbidden path. You are incredibly sexy,
> darling,
> and I am so proud to be your brother. But I couldn't
> spoil and violate your beauty and purity out of
> forbidden lust. Surely you can understand that."
>
> Sarita clung to me, and sobbed in my arms. Her tears
> were making my shirt wet. I just held her and let
> her
> cry. Finally she stopped and looked up at me. I
> kissed
> her on the nose and wiped her tears.
>
> "Feel better now?"
>
> Sarita nodded, and smiled. "Now I love you even more
> than I did before, Pradeep. You love me so much that
> you wanted to protect my virtue even when I was
> asking
> you to violate it. I know you were aroused. But you
> did not take advantage of me. Anyone else would
> have.
> Even daddy."
>
> "What?"
>
> "Yes, Pradeep. Last year, he tried to seduce me. I
> slipped out of his arms and locked myself in my
> bedroom."
>
> "My God. What happened?"
>
> "Well, don't get mad at him. It wasn't his fault,
> really. Remember when mummy was in the hospital for
> a
> month recuperating from the nasty fall she took last
> winter? One night, daddy brought home a video movie.
> He said it was a classic from the fifties or
> sixties,
> something like that. It was called 'And God Created
> Woman'"
>
> "I know about that. It starred Brigit Bardot, the
> French sex siren."
> "Right. Only this one turned out to be a remake,
> starring Rebecca De Morney. We watched it together.
> God, it was sexy. There was one scene in it from the
> prison where this fugitive girl - Morney - finds
> herself face to face with a handsome contractor
> doing
> some work in the prison gym. She is buck naked,
> caught
> in the middle of changing her clothes before showing
> up in her barracks. They hear some footsteps, and
> she
> runs and hides with this guy behind a bunch of tall
> partitions. She gets horny, standing close to this
> hunk, and tells him to pull his pants down. She
> jumps
> up and straddles him, riding him hard until she
> comes
> repeatedly."
>
> "Did they show all that?"
>
> "Well, not quite. They never showed the genitals of
> that contractor guy. They did show her buck naked,
> though. You know, there is discrimination in these
> foreign movies. They show naked women with the shots
> of their pubes, but not men with their pubes and
> cocks. Anyway, I got so horny watching that, without
> realizing it, I had my hand under the skirt, and was
> rubbing myself. Daddy was sitting across from me,
> and
> he had a full view of my crotch and hand. His organ
> was very hard and was making a tent in his pants. He
> looked at me like he was seeing through me, and
> before
> I knew it, he had pulled his pants and shorts down,
> and was pumping his cock. He came at me, and grabbed
> my hand that was under the skirt, and pulled me down
> to the carpet. Her grabbed my panty and ripped it,
> and
> then fell on me. It happened so fast, I couldn't
> react
> quickly enough. But as soon as his organ poked me
> between the legs, I pulled my knees up and got him
> right on his balls. That slowed him down long enough
> for me to squirm out from under him and run to my
> room. I locked the door, and sat down against it,
> blocking it in case he tried to force it open. I was
> trembling all over, partly from fear and partly from
> the excitement of that woman riding this guy
> standing
> up."
>
> "My God, he tried to rape his own daughter. The
> bastard."
>
> "Don't talk like that, Pradeep. He didn't follow me
> or
> anything. After a while I slowly opened the door and
> went to the kitchen to get some water. The TV was
> still on, but there was no sign of daddy. I turned
> the
> TV off, and went looking for him. He was nowhere in
> the house. I was tired and went to bed. Next
> morning,
> I was making breakfast, when he came in from
> outside.
> His face was ragged, his eyes were blood shot and he
> looked totally out of it. I ran up to him and asked
> him where he had been and why he looked like that.
> He
> shook me off and went to the bathroom. Much later,
> he
> came back to the kitchen. He had shaved, showered
> and
> was dressed nicely, as he always is."
>
> "What did he say?"
>
> "He started crying, and apologized for what he had
> done. He swore he would never touch me again, and
> cried even more. I felt so bad that I had kneed him
> in
> the groin, that I apologized to him for it. He shook
> his head, and said, 'No darling, you did the right
> thing to fend me off. I was like an animal. There is
> no excuse for what I did, even though your mother
> being in the hospital hasn't been easy for me.'"
>
> "That's pathetic."
>
> "Pradeep, don't talk like that. He's our father. I
> know he didn't mean to hurt me. He just lost it for
> a
> moment. I was also turned on by that movie, and was
> rubbing myself. He saw me, and may be that triggered
> it for him. I had pulled my panty down and had my
> hands all over my pussy. He must have seen it, and
> with the woman riding that young stud on the TV
> screen, I can understand how he could have lost
> sight
> of the fact that I was his daughter. I was immodest
> before him. So don't blame him. See what we just
> did,
> or almost did. You reacted to my body just the same
> way. Should I condemn you the same way you want to
> condemn him?"
>
> "Sarita, on top of being so incredibly beautiful and
> sexy, where did you pick up the qualities of an
> angel?"
>
> "You call having the hots for her own brother
> angelic
> quality? You are blinded by your love for me,
> brother.
> And I love you for it. Anyway, how did we get
> started
> on this subject? Never mind. What are the lovebirds
> up
> to?"
>
>
>
> I got up from our hiding place and looked in the
> direction of Karuna and Bashir. They were still
> lying
> in each other's arms on the sand. From the condition
> of their clothes, and the look on Karuna's face, I
> suddenly had a hunch that they had gone all the way
> while Sarita and I were engrossed in our own little
> incestuous fling. I told Sarita that it looked like
> they had just finished making love.
>
> "Oh, darn. I wanted to watch that. How do you know?"
>
>
> "Look at your friend. Her face is that of a woman
> who
> has just experienced her first mind-blowing orgasm,
> don't you think?"
>
> "I wouldn't know, brother. I've never had a
> mind-blowing orgasm, especially as a result of
> sexual
> intercourse. I am still a virgin, in case you have
> forgotten."
>
> "I haven't. But take it from me, she had her fill of
> him. Ask her tonight when we return to the hotel."
>
> "I will, and I'll let you know tomorrow. If it looks
> like they are done for the day, let's get out of
> here.
> I am feeling itchy with all this sand in my
> clothes."
>
> "I can help you clean it off if you like."
>
> "The same brother who was mortified a few minutes
> ago
> for having poked his stiff cock at his sister's
> pussy?"
>
> "That is different. I am offering to carefully wipe
> and wash off the sand from your body, and giving you
> a
> luxuriating bath in the tub in our hotel room."
>
> "Are you, really? You are not kidding me, right?"
>
> "No, I am serious. I have to make amends for making
> you feel humiliated earlier. This will be my
> penance."
>
>
> Sarita burst out laughing. "You are so nutty. Some
> penance. I bet you will be sporting a spectacular
> stiffness all the time your are pawing my naked
> body."
>
>
> "Well, that's beyond my control. What do you say?"
>
> Sarita looked at me steadily for a moment, and said,
> "You are serious. Oh, I'd love it, brother. But how
> will I explain it to Karuna?"
>
> "I suggest we leave them alone, and go back to the
> hotel now."
>
> "I can't leave my friend alone with that man. I
> promised her I would watch out for her."
>
> "Look, they already made love. What are you going to
> watch out for now?"
>
> "We don't know they did."
>
> "Then ask her. Go ahead. And then tell her that you
> need to go back to the hotel for a while."
>
> "How can I intrude on their privacy?"
>
> "Then we'll both go and ask them."
>
> "Ask them what? 'Did you guys make love just now?'
> Is
> that what we should ask?"
>
>
>
> "No. Just observe their condition, their state of
> mind. Activate your sense of smell. There are many
> ways to tell if a woman has just been laid. She
> smells
> of sex."
>
> Sarita punched me in the ribs. I pulled her to me,
> and
> kissed her on the nose. "Come on, sister. Don't
> waste
> any more time before your bath."
>
> That did it. Sarita's eyes sparkled at the thought
> of
> experiencing an erotic bath from her brother. We
> made
> our way to Karuna, making as much noise as we could
> to
> warn them. Karuna quickly sat up, and hurriedly
> straightened her clothes. But she forgot that her
> panty was lying on the sand behind her, and that we
> could see it. It was obviously wet, because lumps of
> sand were sticking to the crotch panel. Sarita took
> a
> deep breath as if trying to smell the fresh air.
>
> "It sure smells exotic here, doesn't it, Karuna? Did
> you have a good time?"
>
> Karuna blushed hundred different shades of red, and
> threw a cautious glance at Bashir. He just grinned
> with a silly look on his face. We knew they had done
> it. Sarita looked at me quickly, and said to Karuna,
> "Listen. Pradeep and I are going back to the hotel.
> How long are you planning to stay here? Don't rush
> or
> anything. Do you want me to come back here in a
> couple
> of hours?"
>
> Karuna looked at her lover. Bashir sat up, and said,
> "You go ahead. I can drop Karuna off at the hotel in
> about three hours, if that's okay."
>
> "That's fine," Sarita said, "Don't do anything mummy
> won't approve, Karuna. Do you hear me?"
>
> "Yes, Sarita," Karuna replied in the same mocking
> tone, and they both laughed. "I'll be a good girl,
> and
> tell you all about it later, okay?"
>
> We waved them goodbye, and headed back to the hotel.
> Once we reached there, Sarita pulled out her room
> key,
> and turned to me.
>
> "I hope you were not kidding me earlier about the
> bath, brother."
>
> "I wasn't. Go get all your lotions and stuff and
> come
> to my room. That way, if Karuna decides to come back
> earlier, she won't catch you naked in the tub with
> me
> standing over you."
>
> "I hope you are not going to be standing over me,
> brother, no matter where you give me the bath. I
> want
> you in the tub with me. I fully intend to give you
> the
> same pleasure you are about to give me."
>
> "Okay. I can't wait. Now go and get your stuff."
>
> I watched her walk down the hallway to her room, and
> smiled to myself. Sarita looked so sexy and
> beautiful,
> that I really wanted to give her all my attention. I
> still could not bring myself to consider anything
> beyond flirting with her and a bit of foreplay, but
> I
> could not deny that I was terribly tempted. She had
> even offered her virginity to me, her own brother. I
> wondered what made girls do that, because I had
> heard
> from many of my friends that they had taken their
> sisters' cherries, and the girls had willingly and
> lovingly given it to them. I knew Sarita would do it
> if I went for it. I had to think that one through
> carefully because, as much as I loved and lusted
> after
> my sister, I couldn't bear the thought of taking her
> most precious possession, her virginity, away from
> its
> rightful owner. I turned to go to my room, still
> thinking about what was about to happen in that
> bathtub.
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