This is a standalone story.
“I can’t understand why you won’t go to the doctor, it’s a simple test, Sekhar,” said Kajal, as they both hurried through the house. Sekhar was busy preparing to leave for the day’s office.
“We’ve discussed this so many times Kaj. It’s not me, it has to be you,” he replied back, adjusting his tie and grabbing his briefcase.
“Yes, Sekhar, everything is my fault,” she snapped back, rolling her eyes at him and leaving for the day. She looked into her husband’s dark eyes. She knew this look very well. He was mad, very mad at her. He and Kajal had just had another argument about having a baby. The young couple had been trying for the past two years, with no success. Kajal’s husband, Sekhar, refused to see a doctor. Sekhar was convinced that Kajal was the one with the problem mentally, but unfortunately, it also created a lot of unnecessary anger for his wife, though it did ease his mind.
Sekhar and Kajal fell in love in their post-graduation, both bright with the world at their fingertips. The year they graduated, Sekhar took a job at a MNC and Kajal co-founded a publishing house with her brother. The young couple spent the first three years of their marriage completely drenched in marriage life, every day like a honeymoon, until they decided the time was right for them to start having their kids. Kajal was a very beautiful woman, at 5’5” had the body of an international model even at the age of 28. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned C cups for her body. Her hair was silky and soft, cupping her divine face. She had always wished for a large family, and the fact that she could not conceive babies saddened her so very much. Sekhar also wished for a large family, in fact respecting Kajal’s wishes he postponed making babies for her happiness.
As Kajal walked into the office cabin which both the co-founders share, Kajal’s brother Kamal asked, “What happened Akka? Anything wrong?”
“Oh, Kamal, everything’s so messed up with my life,” she complained, falling down in his leather office chair, “Sekhar thinks it’s all my fault that I can’t conceive. He totally refuses to even go to take a simple test on him.”
Normally Kamal didn’t involve in his sister’s personal life, but it pained him greatly to see his big sister, who was always tough going through so much mental agony.
“That’s so unfair. How can he say that? Would you like me to talk to him?” asked Kamal, giving his sister a very sincere stare.
“Thank you, but NO. This is our problem and we’ll have to find a way to make it go,” she said, suppressing back her tears. As the day went on, Kajal became more and more preoccupied with thoughts of trying to figure out how to get Sekhar to see the doctor.
“We close in thirty minutes Akka. Enough of a rough day.Why don’t you just go home?” said Kamal.
“If it’s Ok, I’d like to stay here a little while longer Kamal,” Kajal said. Kamal nodded his head and went out to close the door. After turning out all the lights in the front of the store, he returned to the cabin, finding Kajal still sitting in that same office chair. He stared at her, for a moment, remembering how she gave him whatever he wanted since they lost their parents. He decided to give her back something. He took a deep breath, and slowly approached her.
“Come here Akka,” he said, almost in a whisper. Kajal stood up slowly, and walked to her brother. Kamal stared at her for a few more minutes, then, without a word, he leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips. Kajal broke the kiss immediately, “Kamal, what are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want,” he said, pulling her closer to him and giving her another soft, passionate kiss on her lips. Although Kajal was confused, she did not pull away this time. In fact, she wrapped her arms around her brother’s thick waist and pressed her lips harder to his. She felt her nipples rise and her stomach began tingling. Kamal gently pressed his already rock hard cock towards his sister. He kissed her a bit harder, too, and moaned as her breasts pressed into his chest.
He slowly began walking backwards, still kissing his sister wildly. Finally, Kajal’s heels met the legs of the old wooden desk. Kamal broke the kiss and gazed into his sister’s lusty brown eyes. He brought his trembling fingers up to her blouse, slowly releasing button by button, until finally, his sister’s breasts were exposed. The beautiful breasts were hidden behind a sexy, black lace bra, Kamal could still make out the outline of Kajal’s breasts. He leaned in and kissed her softly on her golden white neck, as her blouse slid from her shoulders, and onto the floor. He gently nibbled and sucked her earlobe, almost causing her earrings to drop onto his tongue. He reached down and slid the straps of his sister’s bra down, pulling it well below her heavy breasts, completely exposing her naked nipples.
Kajal’s mind was spinning, though she knew this was wrong, she never wanted this to stop. She had fantasized about this very moment, many times while alone in her bedroom, as a teenager. Their lips met again and Kajal slid her slender fingers inside her brother’s waistband, gently unfolding the buttons of his dress, then pulling the zipper down, causing his pants to slide down to his feet. She took a moment and looked down, totally shocked that her brother wasn’t wearing anything beneath his dress. His cock was mighty and thick with a shiny coat of pre cum on his cock tip. Kajal’s mouth began to water and groans were already escaping from her lips. Kamal quickly slid his sister’s pants down, admiring her sexy, black lace matching underwear. Through the see through underwear, he could see right away that his sister’s pussy was shaved and as bald as a new born baby. He kissed her again, this time both brother and sister, made their way to the floor, with Kamal comfortably lingering over Kajal, propped up by his strong hands.
“Slide your underwear down,” he whispered. Kajal locked her eyes on her brother, obeying his simple request immediately. She raised her hips and slid the moist panties down to her ankles, allowing her legs just enough room to spread to get the fucking of her life. “You’re damn sexy, Kajal,” he whispered, admiring his sister’s sexy little hole. He couldn’t let the opportunity slip past him. He slid backwards and plopped down, positioning himself between Kajal’s spread legs. He could smell her lust and small drops of pussy juice on her luscious cunt lips. Kamal lowered his mouth and slowly slithered his tongue outwards, pressing the tip to his sister’s engorged clit. He placed his hands on her thighs and gently pushed her legs open, as wide as they’d go. He sucked her clit into his steamy mouth, gently biting down, causing Kajal to squirt onto her brother’s tongue. He pressed the tip of his nose to her pussy and shoved his tongue deep into her relaxed, but extremely sloppy wet cunt. He darted his thick, warm tongue deep inside her pussy, wiggling it around and then back out. He watched his sister moan and squirm, often arching her back and slamming her aching pussy directly into his face. Kajal began repeating her brother’s name, begging him to make her cum.
“Ohh, Ohh, Aahh, eat me hard Kamal, I’ve always wanted your cock in me”, She confessed in her state of total ecstasy. Kamal became completely lust driven, after his sister’s confession. He was like a man possessed. He lapped up her cunt juices as quickly as they fell, resting on her swollen cunt lips. He drove two fingers deep into his sister’s asshole, both fingers banging her and sucking her off, all in perfect rhythm. Kajal’s hips bucked and her eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets. She gripped her long nails into her brother’s scalp, riding his face as though it were a well-trained horse. Her breaths went like a race runner and her mind was lost in the notion that her brother was both finger banging her virgin asshole and sucking her clit so hard, she felt as though he’d suck it right from her body.
“Brother!! Brother!!!” she repeated, “Oh, God, Kamal, don’t stop, make me cum!!! Oh, Kamal, please …. please ….. make me cum!!!”
Within minutes, Her body had completely let go a sudden rush of ecstasy took over her body. She was writhing around, chanting and groaning, completely overtaken by this monstrous orgasm. Kamal lapped up all his sister’s juices, moaning directly into her pussy, instantly sending chills throughout her ravaged body. Slowly, he slid his fingers from her asshole and reached up, rubbing her ass juice onto her perky nipples. Kajal laid there, trembling and her heart was beating so fast, she felt as though she’d faint at any moment. Kamal knew this was the time to move in, so, without hesitation, he slid up his sister’s naked body and positioned himself to fuck her. He propped himself up on his knuckles, again and lingered over her, watching her still trying desperately to catch her breath. He gave a wicked grin and slowly pushed the head of his thick dick past his sister’s pussy rim, making her cunt take all eight inches of his cock. He groaned very loudly once the heat of his sister’s pussy began feeling on his dick. Her walls closed in on the veins that were now pounding in his cock. She was so warm, so tight and oh so wet. Kamal had never felt a pussy that ever felt this good, so good, he never wanted his dick to leave it.
Kajal looked up to find her brother gazing down at her, both lovingly and sinfully. She whimpered as the last two inches of his dick slithered inside her, forcing her cunt to open just a bit further. “I’m going to fuck you up hard, Kajal, it’ll be our little secret.” Kajal’s eyes widened, her body was too far gone into the zone of being her brother’s slut. She whimpered a bit more and arched her back, instantly thrusting her heavy, sexy size C breasts into her brother’s face. Her long legs slithered around his naked hips, locking his body to hers. Kamal began to thrust deeper, feeling his sister’s cunt open wider each time.
“Oh, God, Akka, your cunt feel so tight and good,” groaned Kamal. Kajal again locked her eyes on her brother. She cupped her full breasts and squeezed them together, knowing what a fetish her brother had for breasts, and she was right, this did drive him harder. He began pumping further into his sister’s cunt, slamming his cock tip into her womb, causing her to whimper loudly each time. His balls were full and were beginning to ache, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up for too long.
“You want to have our baby, Akka?”
“Yes, Kamal, yes, I like to have lots of your babies. Impregnate me, Brother!!! Please, please, I’m begging you!!!” she repeated, squeezing her large breasts tighter together. Just then, Kajal locked her legs around her brother’s naked body and flipped him over. Kamal, surprised at this action, now on his back and at the mercy of his slutty sibling, slapped hard on his sister’s ass. Kajal immediately stuffed her little brother’s big thick meat rod back into her sloppy wet fuck hole. She sat up, straight as a board, grinding her slutty pussy walls hard around his shaft, squeezing the veins, then releasing. She again, cupped her breasts as she began to bounce, riding her brother relentlessly. Kamal watched as his sister’s breasts bounced in her hands. He watched the stream of sweat roll down her face and cascade off the tips of her sexy, perfect nipples. Her groans echoed through the small office cabin and he knew that his sister’s cunt was the only one he ever wanted to be in again. He grabbed her hips and forced her to grind harder. Both Kajal and Kamal, were on the verge of their mind blowing climaxes. He dug his fingertips into the sweaty flesh of his sister’s hips, while he bucked his own hips upwards, driving his dick, balls deep into her sloppy wet pussy. Kajal arched her back and brought her feet forward, bending her legs, thus giving her more power to fuck her brother.
“Fuck, Fuck you !I am about to cum in you, Big sis,” he growled, slamming her body down, with force, each time her cunt slid back down his eager, thick staff.
“Give it to me!!! Ohhhhhh” she yelled, “Make me pregnant, Fuck me little Brother!!!”
“Ahhhh ……… Ahhhhh ……. Ummmggghhhh,” he panted. He bucked his hips upwards and releasing his thick, creamy sexy seed into his sister’s awaiting cunt. The rush of the warm liquid and the sheer notion that it was her own brother fucking her, was enough to send Kajal completely over the edge. She groaned and panted, slamming her little brother’s dick into her, causing his cock tip to touch her womb.
“Kaamaaallllllll!!!!” she groaned.
With her mouth, gaping wide open and her nipples so hard they could easily be plucked from her skin, Kajal readily took every drop of her brother’s seed, welcoming it completely into her body. She fell forward, slamming her huge breasts into her brother’s chest and pressing her cherry red lips to his, again. For several minutes, the brother and sister kissed, pawing at each other. Then, slowly, Kajal began moving upwards, gently pushing her brother’s cock outside. She looked at the clock, almost 8:30 pm, she needed to get home to Sekhar. So, after a few more kisses and each other’s promise to keep this a secret, Kajal headed home.
For the next two months, neither Kajal, nor Kamal, spoke of that night. Instead, they exchanged playful winks and nudges. One morning, Kajal stood in her bathroom, nervously watching the stick for a simple plus or negative sign. She had gotten up an hour early. She didn’t want Sekhar to know that she was taking the pregnancy test, just in case it was negative. Within the allotted five minutes, Kajal’s eyes flooded with tears as she gazed at the very prominent plus sign, indicating that she was going to have a baby. She grabbed the stick and hurriedly rushed into the bedroom, where Sekhar was still lying, snoring and dead to the world. She woke Sekhar with a scream of joy.
“Sekhar! Sekhar! Wake Up! I’m pregnant!!!!!” she screamed.
“WOW!! We finally did it.” Sekhar said smiling and grabbing his wife into bed. Although Kajal was thrilled with the news, she knew in her heart, exactly whose baby this was, and she couldn’t help but smile, knowing that she’d been right along. It was Sekhar that was having the problem, not her. Kamal was there the day his nephew was born. He held his sister’s hand, knowing in his mind, this was their son. He congratulated Sekhar and kissed his sister’s sweaty forehead and promptly left the hospital. Either Kajal or Kamal, never spoke of the incident, but they both knew they would forever share this bond, a bond that goes way deeper than brother and sister.