Chapter: 8: They are called Incest.
She has closed her door. He opens the door. And in the dim light of the room, what he sees turned his head.
His elder sister was sitting on the bed full of rose petals in a deep red Benarasi sari, a traditional sari for the brides, wearing her jewelries like a bride.
Her face is covered in the veil; she is sitting at the centre of the bed, with two elbows close to her breasts holding them. Her hands were full of bangles and she was wearing a garland of Night- Jasmine with another in her hand.
He smelt the aroma of the garland and the perfume. She had planned this, a marriage! And how quick did she do it!
He came close to her, lifted her veil and saw her stunning beauty. She did the make up for a bride on her wedding night, the big, round, golden nose-ring glittering in dark.
He lifted her chin and kissed her wet on her lips. She whispered, "Take me to the Worship Room first. I want to make you my husband. That will be my first proof of obedience to you." He took her in arms and carefully took her to the next room, their Worshipping room.
There was a decorated room as big as the other rooms for the gods and the goddesses. The incense was burning, the lamp was burning, and there was a plate of sindoor, the most important thing of and for a Bengali marriage. He stood before his sister.
She gave the garland to him and they exchanged the garland, the first step of marriage. Then the caught each other's hand and walked round the holy fire of the lamp seven times.
She stood before him, taking the plate of red sindoor in her hands. He took some sindoor on his finger and made a mark of that on the temple of her forehead, they call sinthi.
She then embraced him, kissed each other and sat before the gods begging their blessings. At last, she touched Joy's feet. He is her husband now.
They began to kiss each other passionately. She whispered, "Take me to my room, please." But he had hardly the time to lift her and take her to anywhere else. He was sitting on the floor of the room, on a cushion before her.
He embraced her removing the sari from her breasts, fondling them under her blouse. He unhooked her blouse and taking one breast in his hand, he began to suck the other nipple. She began to moan.
"No, please, come to our marriage bed. Husband-wife must do it in their nuptial bed first." She whispered.
But he did not pay attention to her. He opened her blouse and began caressing her breast, sucking her erect nipple in such a way that, she lost her breath. She was panting.
He asked her to stand up and straddle him. She stood up, tugging her sari up to her knee and straddling her brother, now husband.
He received her, wrapping his hand around her slander waist, where she wore the bridal sari deep under her naval. He kissed on her naval and she held his hair clutching as she came closer to her husband.
She was holding her sari up to her thighs, showing her hairy legs and calling her husband for more attention to her wealth she was hiding under.
He tugged her sari upper to her crotch and put his head under her sari. She moaned as he entered and let her sari fall keeping her brother-cum-husband under her sari, between her legs.
He wasted no time to ravish what he loved most. She was wet, she was dripping wet and the salty, sticky cum was running through her oh-so-hairy thighs! She was a real slut.
His tongue made his way between her pussy lips, and she moaned deep.
He was between her legs, sucking, licking and turning her mad. He gave a long lick from down her crack, and said, "You love it don't you, you fucking slut?"
"I do, I do. I want to be a whore, and that's why I married none other than you, darling brother," said Keya, with a slight whimper in her voice. "Please treat me like what I am."
Joy put the palms of his hands on his sister's thighs and pushed his tongue back into her sweet tasting twat. As he ate at his elder sister's slick center, he began to dig his fingers into her soft supple thighs. Joy heard her whimper in pain and also in excitement as he could tell she was enjoying his rough treatment as well as his ministrations with his tongue. The deeply aroused brother lifted his left hand and brought it down on Keya's thigh. THWACK!
Joy felt his sister, now newly married wife shudder and cry out, and then moan softly. Again his hand came up -- this time his right -- and down it came hard on her other thigh. THWACK!! Joy listened as his sister would cry out in pain and then moan with pain induced pleasure. Each time he hit her soft sensitive inner thigh her moans became more and more intense. Keya was now grinding her ass on the kitchen table. "Oh please, Joy. It hurts so nice. I like to be hurt Joy." Keya began to moan even louder as her brother began to suck hard at her swollen clit. Joy pulled his mouth away for a moment and brought his hand up and then down between her legs, slapping her pussy hard. The sound rung in their marriage place, but not as loud as the scream; followed by the sighing gasps of his sister as she thrust her cunt up at him.
Joy immediately jammed two fingers into his sister and began to fuck them in and out forcefully, while with his other hand he pressed and rubbed her clit.
Joy felt his sister push against his hands as he fucked her beautiful box with his fingers. "GOD JOY, GOD!! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME COME!!" screamed the bride as her husband manipulated her cunt. "That's it, Keya, cum for me, my WIFE, come for me ...!" Joy said, using the name for his sister. It somehow made it dirtier to use that name and it appeared to have an effect on Keya as well, as she began to thrash and buck her hips up hard at his hands. "OH YES, JOY YES! MAKE ME CUM ... HARD!!! AH AH ... YEAH!!"
Keya thrashed about and Joy's hand became flooded by his sister's pussy juice as it ran down his fingers and through her inner thighs. Joy pressed his hand onto her tummy to hold her down and calm her somewhat, as Keya moaned and gasped for breath.
Joy brought his head from under her sari and looked at his sister and as she began to calm and to turn her eyes up to him, and flash her sweet smile -- the smile he had known all his life --and took her down on his lap, straddling him, while he was sitting.
He opened the sliding of his Dhoti, taking out his rock hard cock and got ready. She was still in her sari, tugging it up to her waist where it was tied.
She put her weight on her knees to lift her bum, adjusting her pussy to be set just upon her brother's pole, and then, she lowered her full, round ass, taking her brother-husband's pole in her slick, wet cunt.
He held her slander waist in his hands, and let her slam her full, round, bumpy ass. She was really fast to fuck. She was pumping like there was no tomorrow. And she never missed a thrust! She was really a needy slut. She was panting and humping, sweating heavily. The musky odor of her sweat and the feeling that she was humping, made Joy hotter.
Soon she was out of her breath. She asked her husband, "Will you like to go forward, Darling Husband?"
He smiled; kissed her lips, sucking her tongue for some time and stood up, taking his wife as she was pierced on his cock, tangled her legs around his waist.
She was amazed at the strength of her brother-husband. He stood up, took her to the wall, and pressing her on the wall, he began to hump.
He slammed his rock hard cock deep into her, feeling her tight wet sheath grip and squeeze his cock as his shocked but still horny sister, arched her back and cry out in ecstasy feeling her brother penetrate her box.
Joy pulled back and rammed back in deep, feeling his sister slide backward from the force of his thrust. Joy pushed his cock deeper and fucked in and out of her wet sloppy cunt with long strokes. From her moans, he knew that she wouldn't last long and didn't care. This wouldn't be the first time he fucked her tight cunt after they got married secretly, he now knew.
"Oh Joy, fuck me, fuck your slut, fuck your whore, fuck your wife's cunt, and fuck it. FUCK IT!!" Keya cried out to her brother.
"OH Keya, SQUIRT, I'M GONNA CUM SO HARD!!" Joy felt his orgasm rising and knew it was over for him as he went over the top.
"YES!! YES!! My little brother, come in my hole—" Joy felt as if he had exploded as his cock began to jet into his sister's sloppy hole, filling her up as he watched her eyes widen as he filled her up with his sperm.
