Editor's note: this work contains scenes of fictional incest or incest content.
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The perfect pair perched up there
Dedicated to DAB32697, whom I adore
I was ecstatic! Not because I was going to be free from the family restrictions as I graduated from higher secondary school and matured to fly far and high. The real reason was a secret, I was to have higher studies in Cochin city, at Model Engineering College, Thrikkakara, in the northeastern suburbs. It is one of the prestigious engineering colleges in Kerala, where some of the best brains in the state landed up. That is intimidating indeed. But the real reason for my excitement was that I was asked to stay with my sister-in-law, my big brother's wife, Anna. My brother was employed abroad and he hits home only once a year. Anna stays on the 29th floor of a high-rise building at Kakkanad, the most modern part of the city, far away from the western parts which are fairly old and poverty-stricken. Kakkanad, in the eastern part of the city, is known for its high-tech industries and posh apartment buildings. The region is known for the rolling hills and verdant sceneries, unlike the western parts, plagued by flooding and poor drainages. Anyway, Anna is cooped up in the heavens overlooking the cityscape, with her sweet kids. However, this does not explain why I am excited!
There was only one reason for my brimming excitement. Anna is a fairly tall woman, 5'9'', which is a good match for my brother who is 6'2''. For a tall woman, she is not a thin flagpost lady, beauty lies in proportions, not in size. Her anatomy was in the right proportions. Her thick mane of hair was soft like the clouds, running an inch or two below her shoulder blades. She has a face that is cool and radiant like the full moon of September when the dust and suspended matter are washed away in the prolonged rains. Her black blue eyes are unfathomed oceans, eloquent and poetic, with which she bathes you oft. When she bathes me with her eyes, I feel a celestial warmth and inner joy. Her neck has an ivory sheen. In fact, her entire body has a charming healthy sheen. Though she has already mothered two kids, five and three years old, her stomach is still flat and thin. The hip of hers is remarkably wide, capable of bearing a good many children. But she has a pair of magnificently long legs, shaped beautifully. Not an inch of extra fat, healthy strong, and confident her strides are. So are her arms, long exquisite, and at the same time strong and delicate. In fact, her fingers are long silken, and alluring. anyway, she is the best specimen of perfect feminity and elegant poise.
Still, I did not tell you why I am excited! Always I worship her, for two divine entities she is endowed with. The first thing I noticed when she appeared at the church in her bridal makeup, was the pair of divine breasts. They sat there perched proudly and gracefully, inside the cream-coloured grown. It was six years ago. I have never ever been able to erase that vision. It is part of my most intimate and hallowed fantasies. On that day it occurred to me that heaven is her bust and if ever I reach heaven I will settle there, between her breasts. Thereafter I have always gone all the way to get a glimpse of those marvels. Hereinafter, it is my good fortune to be near those 36 D alabaster twins.
I am Martha Liya Thomas, eighteen years old, the youngest daughter of Thomas, a rich planter from Palai, I am 5'5'' in height, fairly good
looking, and taken to my parental charms. As we belong to the Syrian Christian aristocracy, both my parents are beautiful. I have long flowing silken hair, a toned and healthy figure, and breasts sized 34C, and still filling out. Certainly, I cannot ever hold a candle to my gorgeous sister-in-law, Anna, who I virtually worship.
She received me into her flat in her usual dress, a knee-length gray skirt and a pale green shirt, tucked in emphasizing her thin waist and luscious hips. More than that, her shirt highlighted the divine glories sitting magnificently on her chest. Because of the difference in height, my mouth was almost in front of her chest. Through the slit in between the button holes, I could get a glimpse of the cream-colored bra, which perfectly melted into her body. My mouth suddenly went dry, and my knees were giving in. I did not even hear her greeting me, her sweet angelic smile showered on me like moonbeams.
'Are you there Liya, is something wrong?' Anna asked sweetly. Her sweet silken sound reverberated in my soul. Suddenly I was jerked back to reality. It has always been so, whenever I met her, I used to become speechless for a few minutes. I struggled hard to divert my focus of vision from those already erect nipples to her radiant and smiling face.
'Oh sorry, I was a bit distracted, it must be the sudden ascent to the 29th floor,' I blabbered like an idiot.
'It is all right, do come in and make yourself at home. This is going to be your home too for some years,' she held my hand.
Electric sparks streaked, I realized a sweetly painful wave of energy sweeping past me. Her delicate and long hand melted into mine like mountain mist. The kids rallied around me and chirped, 'Liya auntie, Liya Aunt.'
The youngest child, little Mary was struggling to put words together, still, she showed her best to be a good match for her brother Stefan. I offered them sugar candies made at home. Anna took my bag and guided me to the additional bedroom. Her silken hair, like coffee coloured flames, was flaring down to her lower shoulders. Just beneath that, I could see the shade of her bra straps, hugging that angelic body. Her dancing hips instantly took my breath away, I could theoretically reach out and marvel at those musical structures above her thighs.
'Here you are, Liya. This is your room, we can modify it if you want.'
It looked perfect and very feminine. There was a double-sized bed, a fairly large shelf, a wardrobe, a table, a chair, and beige tapestries. The window opened to the east, offering a vista of high-rise buildings, and the hazy greenery fading into the distant blue horizon.
'I am happy that you came, Liya. Now I can focus more on Mary, you could give company to Stefan. In the morning when you go to college, you could guide Stefan to the school bus. I feel quite relieved. Stefan is often dejected that Mary is monopolizing me.'
Hearing his name mentioned, Stefan hugged my legs, I fluffed his cute hair.
The day was fading across the city, it was going to break into a dragging puling evening rain. I staked my dress and books systematically. Anna's bust still continued to haunt me as a sweet distraction.
At night, we fed the children and put them to sleep. I helped her with the regular domestic chores and it profoundly thrilled me being close to my goddess. Oft I could get a whiff of her gentle perfume. Even her delicate locks touched my face like falling petals. I was so electrified that my nipples strained to burn through, and my panties were overloaded already.
'We can have dinner after taking bath,' Anna suggested and went to the bathroom. I was thrilled and smiled to myself. In my excitement, I thought I was levitating and floating in the air. When she came out of the bathroom, she had removed her skirt and shirt, now she was in a thin rose-colored diaphanous gown, it was so promising that I could almost see her bra and panties. Her breasts were straining and filling out, the fury of the nipples was obvious.
I also move to the bathroom. In fact, I had my own bathroom in my room. But I chose hers. The room was saturated with perfume of the soap and shampoo she had used. I looked at the soap that had had the pleasure of touching her glossy feminine body. Then I got an idea, I opened the lid of the laundry basket in the corner. My eyes bulged at the treasure trove. I pulled out her shirt and deep kissed the armpits, which still retained her fragrance. I experience a streaking sweep of excitement in my loins. I was doing something very wicked. Then I ran my fingers on the residual swell of the bust of her shirt. I devoutly kissed each swell and my breasts were on the verge of explosion. I felt invisible ants biting my nipples. Then I found her used bra, I sniffed inside of the warm cups, and they had an enticing aroma. I was envying the cups, for their good fortune. The ultimate prize of my exploration were her panties. Piously and delicately I picked them up, and like a starved pilgrim, I peered inside. A sweet heady musk wafted in the air. Yes, the gusset was saturated with the purest and holiest natural syrup. I kissed the gusset, an electric aroma spread into my soul. The fabric sweetly stuck to my lips. I took another long swipe with my greedy tongue. The effect was magical. Like menthol, the aroma spread inside my mouth and instantly spread into my body. The taste was slightly salty, slightly sweet with a curious and arousing natural flavor, like the pulp of a partly ripe mango. Then I came, quivering and trembling like a willow on the mountain river. My juice snaked its way down along my thighs. I felt strangely relieved. The inner pressure was eased out.
For dinner, Anna sat across from me at the dining table. However much I tried, my eyes gravitated to the perfectly shaped incarnations supported by her bra cups. The nipples were not drooping and looking downward, they were looking straight and forward. Behind the translucent gown and the snow-white bra cups, I could discern the shadow of her puffy swollen areolas and exploding nipples. I pretended to nibble and eat chappati and vegetable curry. Transfixed, I watched the morsels in her delicate hands going to those soft crimson lips. With a twinkling smile in her deep black blue eyes, Anna urged me to eat. But eating was not my priority.
Over the days we settled into a rhythm of shared chores. I regularly walked Stefan to the school bus and attended college. In the evening I helped her with the kitchen chores and managing the kids. They often picked up a fight to claim Anna's attention. I was the arbitrator. Exactly at seven, we would assemble in the parlour for our evening prayer. There was a picture of the Holy Family and Mother Mary. I tried to imagine Mother Mary in the shape of Anna. It excited me and I broke into a foolish smile. Mother Mary with Ann's face, hair, ivory neck, and those mesmerizing breasts. That night I decided to work on photoshop to create my own Virgin Mary. It remained a secret treasure on my computer and I believed that it had divine powers. Every day I kissed its bust and said my prayers to the picture. Also, I had commenced a private journal, in which I entered every minute detail about my goddess, Anna.
