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brother sister Insect sex – Little Sister Ritu

“Oh, no! You’re not going to do it to me!” I shook my head. “Don’t
worry. I’m just trying to get my cock straight. It’s hard and it
hurts, all bent up like this. Look!” I pulled out my prick and
showed her how hard and red and swollen it was. Her little eyes went
wide and her mouth dropped open.

It took her a while to compose herself before she answered. “Well,
okay. But don’t think you’re going to sneak that thing into me! I
read in a book about that, and you’re not going to make me pregnant,
bhaiya!”

I shook my head without looking up, my attention still on
straightening out my aching prick. “Course not, Sis. What would I do
if I got you pregnant? They’d throw me in jail for a thousand years,
right?”

“I guess so.” “Well, I’m not about to go to jail for the rest of my
life, just for knocking my sister up.” With that, I eased my hand
out of my pants and moved back on the bed. I did it casually, as
though my little problem were solved and I was getting back to the
fun and games at hand. But that wasn’t how it was, not at all! While
up, I had stuffed my shorts down under my balls and had left the
button open on the top of my jeans, so that now my stiff and
throbbing cock lay up free against my belly, with nothing more than
a quick tug on my zipper needed to let it spring out, ready for
action. I lowered myself onto Ritu again with my hand palming her
cunt. I was really turned on by the sight of her pink little ass
turned up toward me like that. It was like some sort of little
surprise package opening up just for me. Her hairless little slit
looked like two fat pink lips with a tiny pink tongue peeking out
between them. She was gorgeous! I dropped my weight onto her body
and felt her spread her thighs a bit more to accommodate me. My
finger was once more sliding into her crevice, but this time she
didn’t object, and this time there was no resistance. The inside of
her pussy was sticky-wet and kind of greasy. Like it had just had a
lube job. Well, I decided, no sense in wasting it.

I began to finger her more deeply, not poking as I had before, but
moving in and out with a definite rhythm, as I’d watched her doing
to herself the other night. It had seemed to arouse her then, and I
figured it would arouse her now. I was right… it did. She began to
moan under me and her hands clutched at my back restlessly, as they
had clutched at her own tits when she had masturbated. I decided
that would be a good idea too, so I began to knead her little peach-
sized titties with my free hand. That really got to her.

“Ooohhhhh yes, bhaiya! Mazza aa raha hain. Aur karo!”

“Open your gown. I can’t get at you with your gown closed.” Ritu
squirmed under me awkwardly and parted the fabric of her nightie. I
would have ripped it off in five seconds if it was Mom I was
restling with, she liked me to get a little rough with her
sometimes. But Ritu would probably have freaked out if I tried
anything like that with her, so I just let her do it herself.
Finally, Ritu’s gown lay rumpled beneath her with only her arms
still in it, and her slim, firm body was naked under me.

“Wait a minute,” I said, fumbling with my shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking off my shirt. I want to feel your tits against me.”

“sirf shirt, bhaiya. Pant mut utarna!”

“Right. Just the shirt.” I made a big production of removing the
garment especially of getting it out of the waistband of my jeans.
What I didn’t make a production over was the fact that pulled my zip
down almost halfway in the process. I was now naked to the waist,
with my prick bare down half its length, laying atop my hot and
skinny sister’s totally nude body. Wow! I lay back down full length
on Ritu, the heat of her body like a perfume against my skin. My
hand in her cunt served to conceal the throbbing cock that now lay
bared above her steaming slot. There was nothing between her pussy
and my prick but that hand. And it wasn’t an immovable object. It
could… and damned sure would… be moved at the first sign of
opportunity knocking! I know I’d promised her I wouldn’t try to put
my prick in her, but hey… promises, are made to broke them! All’s
fair in love and giving your little sister her first length of cock!
As though it were the most natural thing in the world, Ritu’s mouth
drifted over mine and we kissed.

Brother and sister. But it didn’t feel like anything but a girl and
boy. No strain of recrimination hung between us. It was right and
natural and beautiful. Ritu whimpered softly, deep in her throat,
and her mouth opened wide. I slid my tongue deep into her mouth. She
tasted different to Mom… kinda fresh. Yeah, that’s the word. Fresh
and husky and animal, all at once. Her tongue was soft and moist and
sticky, and it felt like something I was supposed to have, all for
my own. And the things it did to my belly you wouldn’t believe. It
made my muscles know, and it made me want to take her, like when I’d
jammed my finger up her cunt and hurt her a little. It made me want
to **** her, right there, right then. Apparently it had a similar
effect on Ritu. As my tongue slipped between her teeth, her body
arched up against mine and her hands clawed at my back. I could feel
the tenseness of her abdominal muscles bunched beneath her skin, as
though demanding that I do something to ease their plight. So I
decided!
With sly little movements I began to hump and wriggle on top of her,
moving my legs and body back and forth over her. I squeezed at her
tit and sucked at her tongue until she was in a little frenzy,
moaning and drawing heavy breaths beneath me. All the time, I worked
my finger back and forth, deeper and deeper, churning the inside of
her tight little cunt to a wet jelly. Carefully, I slid another
finger into her tiny hole, then another, amazed at the way it
stretched so easily to admit my fingers. She gasped and tried to
clench her thighs for an instant, then relaxed and made little
gurgling noises. Now, I had the three fingers spread a little,
feeling the hard, rubbery constriction of her cherry just inside her
slit giving and stretching each time. Ritu cried in pain each time I
stretched it, but kept her legs up and wide. I concentrated on her
erect clit, rubbing and massaging the sensitive little bud until
Ritu began to really hunch her pussy up at my hand and rotate her
ass, grinding her cuntmound against my fingers as she whimpered with
pleasure.

Then, I made my move! With my own breath coming hard and fast and my
mouth dry and gummy with excitement, I backed my body off a couple
of inches and let my cock slide into my palm. I let it lay there and
began easing my body back down, timing my forward movements to
coincide with the inward thrust of my fingers into my sister’s slit.
On each forward thrust, I let my prick slide further and further
forward in my hand until at last, in one electric moment, I felt the
damp warmth of the outside of her cunt brush against the head of my
cock. I humped slowly in and out a couple of strokes, happy that she
didn’t seem to notice my cock against her pussy yet, but worried
that she might notice it any second and leap screaming from the bed.
But I was determined to prevent the latter occurrence, at whatever
cost. And meanwhile I was going to get as far as I could before she
found out what was happening.

I spread my three fingers a little more and heard her gasp in
pain. “itna jyada nahin bhaiya! That really hurts,” she said. I slid
my cock a bit further in, between my fingers and then removed them
completely leaving behind the head of my prick, now firmly wedged
into the entrance of her tiny, wet choot! For a moment she sighed
with pleasure.

Then she stiffened. “bhaiya nahin!.. bhaiya bahar nikalo apne lund
ko!”

“Relax, Sis. It’s not hurting you, is it?”

“That doesn’t matter. You take it out of me this instant! Her gasp
had come as I began to come down with my hips and to put some weight
behind the blunt rod that parted her tight little cuntlips. It had
moved inside another inch or so and was straining against the ring
of constricting tissue inside her. Her cherry was was taut and
quivering, now, as though on the edge of tearing.

“Oh, bhaiya! Please bahar nikalo. It hurts bad. You’re hurting me!”

“It won’t hurt for long, Ritu”, I promised, not knowing if that was
true or not, and not really caring. My cock was halfway into the
hottest, tightest little cunt I’d ever ****ed and I wasn’t about to
give up now. All through her protests, Ritu kept her legs up and
drawn apart, her skinny young thighs lewdly spread. She was trying
to fend my advances off with feeble pushes of her hands and with
tossings of her head. But she had made no real moves to make me stop
at all. I realized that if she really wanted me to quit, all she had
to do was bring her legs down by sliding her ass back. I might have
been able to hold her down physically. But I couldn’t have done that
and still kept my cock in her. I realized then that a whole lot of
what got called “rape” must be a real crock. So I just ignored her
cries and protests and concentrated on the hot little slot between
her legs. The heat of it was drawing me inside her like an
irresistible magnet. I bore down with my hips, grinding my pelvis
harder and harder into Ritu’s body and pushing my cock with ever-
demanding force into her 18-year-old cunt.

She was serious now about trying to get me to stop. I was hurting
her for real. But I paid no heed to her pleas and demands, nor to
the fingers that were clawing my back and leaving thin, bloody weals
in the skin. I ignored the attempts to close her thighs, blocking
them with my hips. And as she tried to lower her ass and scoot out
from under under the hard, bright pain that was invading her belly,
I grabbed her ass in both hands and dragged it upward to keep her
from slipping out from under me. So, as my naked little sister cried
and writhed under me, I pulled her body upward and jammed my cock
into her cunt until there was a tearing feeling, a short, harsh cry,
and I was through. For a frightening instant, I thought that I had
really hurt her. I knew I’d busted her cherry, of course. But, in
the back of my mind, I was afraid that maybe I’d done something
serious. However that thought lasted only a second.

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