Chapter 5 – Making a Baby
He fucked me the entire night at regular intervals, plunging his engorged cock in and out of my tight cunt. He called me his whore pumping me full with his seed. He tugged at my breasts then suckled them hard, getting them ready for a pregnancy.
"Fuck your whore bhaiya, get her pregnant with your illegitimate sons," I dug my nails into his back. "Make me your slut."
We fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning. I was stirred awake around afternoon. His palm pressed against my womb, "I hope you're pregnant."
"Yes." I kissed his neck. "I hope so too, for now we won't get much time to make a baby, when mother gets back." I croaked.
"Don't worry, I'll fuck you each night, until you are." His arm came around me protectively. I kissed him and let myself drift again.
By late evening Rudra had brought mother back. We sat together drinking tea catching up on the conversation. "So how was your time together," she asked and startled me.
"Ummm uhh, it was okay," was my lame answer. Thankfully my brother wasn't there or it would have made lying more difficult. "How was your stay there?" I inquired before she had time to get suspicious.
"The usual, it's very difficult to get people to work for you these days. She began to complain about the hired help and a little while later retired to her bedroom for a nap before dinner.
I began to prepare dinner, while Rudra gave me company. I felt like a newly wedded wife. He kept pulling and tugging at my shirt just to expose a little skin, but without results. An entire day had passed by and he was getting horny.
"Wait for the night," I whispered smiling.
"No," "I want you." He kissed the back of my neck. He pressed his hard on against my buttocks.
"Come up for a little while babe, ma is asleep."
"No, I don't want to get caught red handed at this late date, so be a good boy and wait for me in bed at night." I coaxed him.
He rubbed his finger on my pussy over my kurta(Indian attire) and began to feel the contours of my swollen pussy lips. He inserted the middle finger between my inner lips, but that didn't give him satisfaction. He tugged at my waist band and slipped his hand inside my salwar(Typical Indian attire) and my knees gave way. His skin against mine was all it took to arouse me to a fever pitch.
"Mhhhhh take me," I breathed between gasps, "right here." He pulled me behind the kitchen island, pulled my salwar down and slid his thick manhood inside my slick cunt.
"Ahhhh," I moaned aloud before he dragged my mouth into his to muffle my cry. This would be difficult, staying with mother, hiding our relationship and satiating our sex drive. He bit into my neck banging me against the cabinets hard and fast, stretching my pussy on his engorged phallus.
"I love youuuuuuuuuu," he came hard inside me and his eyes glazed. We lay panting clinging to each other, our sexes conjoined in an embrace of their own swapping love juices.
He raised his head and kissed my mouth again then helped me up with him. I dragged my salwar back up, put my hair into semblance and began to prepare dinner after he jammed the vaginal plug into my freshly ravaged cunt.
"I'm going out for a bit, don't wait up for dinner and catch some sleep before I get back," he winked then slapped my butt before leaving.
I woke ma from her sleep and we had our dinner in her room. I was exceptionally happy and she threw knowing glances at me but did not question me. The farm was doing well and she expressed her desire to put up there on a permanent basis with her recently widowed younger sister. I know it was good news as far as bhaiya and I were concerned but I felt worried about ma and her sister putting up alone there without any man taking care of them. I expressed my concern, but ma shrugged it away.
"I can take care of myself." She said with growing excitement. "It would be like old times; we had so much fun back then, children these days don't even know what fun is."
"True ma but you no longer fall in that category anymore. What if you need immediate help or something? What will you do then?" I asked worriedly.
"Oh come on Riya stop it. I can always call Rudra if I need help with something, after all isn't it an hour's run from here."
"Yea it is, but, I don't feel right about it somehow."
"You will, once we start living there, you will."
That was the end of the discussion and both of us decided to retire for the night.
"Why did you shift upstairs?" ma inquired of me.
Oops! I wasn't expecting this. Hmmm, let's see.
"I've been having trouble breathing, so I thought perhaps the room has something to do with it. I've shifted upstairs to see if there's any change."
"Okay, in case you feel sick or something call out for Rudra."
"Okay," I suppressed a tell tale smile sneaking on my face. Immediately I turned around and began to climb.
In my room, I went straight to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a quick shower and changed into a sheer black negligee. I loved the way the soft fabric brushed against my skin and the way it accentuated the pale colour of my overly exposed skin. In a country like mine, amber hair and a pale complexion are considered a rare commodity. I have received many appreciating glances and compliments over the years, until lately, when bad health began to tell on my face.
I sat before the dark mahogany dressing table and began to appraise what I saw. I pinched my cheeks to lend them a little colour, applied a deep red lipstick, then began to brush my hair to perfect silk. It was long and flowing and I was a little vain about the way it curled at the ends around my waist. I dabbed a little perfume over my overripe breasts, specially the cleavage that my brother adored nuzzling into. When I was fairly satisfied with the way I smelt and appeared, I lay under the covers to take a tiny nap before he returned.
I hadn't slept long when I was woken by his hand trying to get to me under the covers. In the end he simply lifted them and stood there in silent bewilderment at my appearance. I hadn't dressed in quite a while for him during the night. A smile crept over my face, catching his reaction. I still had it in me...to stop him in his tracks with one look.
"Ummmm," I purred sexily and stretched like a sleepy cat. Instantly his hand was all over my creamy breasts. He lifted one out of its prison, then the other before they were both jiggling freely in his hands. My nipples tautened and rose to attention. He touched my contours with his warm hands sending ripples of electric charges through my supple body. "Suckle my breasts," I urged him and he attacked my them.
