Helping Sister Her Bed Brother
Incest
Submit Report Hi Mridula is here with a hot sex experience. Pooja, name changed helps her brother in renting a house. Hope you like. Write you comments on [email protected] I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news, Didi. I now have a good job but can’t find a decent house. No one rents a house to a bachelor. Now where should I bring a wife to rent a house, Didi? You tell me what should I do?” My innocent looking brother Rohit said to me last week he came to my house when my husband had served a notice of divorce on me. I was going to get paid Rs 3 crore plus a house but that would be after one year. Rohit had always been very cute. He was younger to me by 4 years. He had long curly hair and his complexion was very fair. Many times I had dreamt of being fucked by a big cock, which my husband did not have. And whenever my dream broke, the picture of my cute brother appeared before my eyes. I felt guilty at my dream but the naked body of my brother never left my mind. What’s the problem, Rohit? House? Can you not travel to mom everyday? Then you won’t have to pay rent too. I suggested.My company wont let me leave the station. I only have a month’s time to get a house, Didi and that motherfucking land lady says she won’t rent it to a bachelor! My little brother was very angry. Don’t you have a girlfriend? She could be your temporary wife and then you can have the house” I suggested. Didi! Now dont tease me, you know I dont have a girlfriend. That’s very unfair mere Bhaiya (brother). But tell me what your Didi can do for you. I am already in process of my divorce. My wimp husband has filed a case to divorce me. I can get you to stay in my house only after my divorce. But wait I can move with you in your house for a week as your wife…We can act as married couple, cant we?” I suggested laughingly. “Well, I guess it can work but what about Jijju? He said after a moment of hesitation. What about him? I dont give a damn about my husband. The bastard was never husband to me. He could not taker my cherry with nhis 4 inch cock even his small cock wont be erect your jiju was never a man, Rohit not a man! Main aaj bhi kunwari hoon mere bhai!!(Iam still a virgin brother). Tell me, should I come with you and be your wife? You can take one benefit from your no good sister!” I said because I really wanted to help my brother. Yes Didi, I could tell the motherfucking bitch that you’re my wife. You are almost my age and if we dont tell anyone nobody will. I opened my arms and took my brother in my embrace. Feeling of love was so strong in my heart that kissed his face and then on his lips. Rohit too was emotionally charged as he kissed me back. He held my face in his hands and kissed passionately. I opened my mouth and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I forgot that he was my real brother and began to suck on his tongue. Involuntarily his hands cupped my breasts. A simple bother/sister embrace was turning into a highly sexually charged affair. I felt my brother’s cock poke my stomach. Since my husband was out of town, so no one could see us now. All servants had left for the. I was burning in the fire of lust which my impotent husband had failed to quench. Here was my own brother kissing and hugging like a lover, my forst and only lover! Ohhhhhhh Bhaiya you are so nice your sister has never felt such pleasure in her life. Pooja has never felt the body of a real man. Ohhhhh mere Bhai I will do whatever you say. Take me to any place anywhere tell them I am your wife. Make me whatever you want to. I’ll tell your motherfucking landlady that I am your wife. Ohhh I am sorry Didi, I was carried away in emotions sorry Pooja didi but it was good rehearsal for the drama we are to do at least we wont feel awkward there you too must get used to being addressed as Mrs Sharma and not Mrs. Diwedi, Don’t be silly, Bhaiya I said I was never Mrs. Diwedi I was always a Sharma but only now I will be Mrs. Sharma. Rohit spent that night in his room in hotel although I insisted he slept at my house. He did not want my husband to get suspicious. Next day he came to fetch me to his house. I dressed in a bridal dress, a green silk sari, and looked like a “Dulhan”(Bride). Let me tel you, I am very fair like my brother. My tits are 36 C and my ass is round. There is not an ounce of fat on my stomach.” Put your arm round my waist. Let you land lady see how much you love your wife” I whispered in my brother’s ears and he blushed. The land lady Mrs Ali, did not have a doubt when she saw me. She was a 45 years old widow, nice looking. She saw me from head to foot as if measuring my body inch by inch Mr Sharma, you have a lovely wife! I hope to see more of her, wont I?” ‘Thanks Mrs Ali, you are not bad yourself” Rohit smiled at me. Mrs Ali blushed. She showed us the house and our portion was on the ground floor just in front of her share on the first floor. I dont know but I felt she was looking at me with a strange light in her eyes. Next two hours we spent unpacking our things. Bhai, this bitch may spy on us. We have to give the impression of a real married couple. Can you behave like a married man with me as your wife? Who knows the land lady is peeping on us from the ventilator? I think that I should moan and groan as if you are making love to me. My words were having a strange effect on my brother. He hugged me and his hands were cupping my breast. His thumb was slowly stroking my erect nipple and I felt myself getting wet between my thighs. He was caressing my breast and now also kissing on my head. “I dont know what I would have done without your help, Didi?” He said Behnchod, stop calling me Didi. You are supposed to be my husband and not brother. Treat me as your wife your land lady will see our reality if you dont treat me like your real wife.