"What purpose will that serve, Pradeep? Are we going > to stop them from going all the way?" > > "I would if I was her best friend. I am not judging > their love, but this is not a good place or time to > get pregnant by someone whom you may never see > again. > Remember, his religion will get in the way of their > plans. Mark my words." > > "I don't know, Pradeep. You are making me nervous > about this whole trip now. Okay. Let's go, but be > careful and discreet. I don't want her to think that > we were spying on them." > > "You are such a simple soul, Sarita. Why do you > think > Karuna asked you and me to go with her? Whose idea > was > it to take me along as a chaperon? Yours or hers?" > > "Mom's. No, come to think of it, Karuna suggested > it. > Mom agreed with it. What are you getting at?" > > "I think she also knows that their relationship is > doomed. But she loves him enough to take the risk of > enjoying it as long as she can. She is probably > worried about his impulse to score, and doesn't want > to get into a helpless situation. So she brings you > along, as a mild deterrent for our friend Bashir, > and > I am the extra insurance if things get nasty." > > "You just made that up," Sarita said simply, as we > walked hand in hand towards the palm grove. > > "Of course I did. I don't have any first hand > knowledge of how her mind works or his. You know > them > better than I do. Does it not make sense to you?" > > "Yes, dammit. It does. You are right. I have also > felt > the same way, but I didn't have the heart to > confront > Karuna about it. What do you think we should do when > we get closer to them?" > > > > "Nothing. Just keep an eye on them. You watch > Karuna, > and I'll watch Bashir. If she gives any signs of > struggle or being forced, we'll just walk over > casually and interrupt them. That way, they won't > have > to scramble for any explanation. How's that for a > plan?" > > "I like it. You are a genius, brother." > > "Uh uh. Just smarter and more experienced, dear > sister." > > When we got closer, we could see them clearly. They > were all over each other, but no clothes had come > off. > We sat down under a tree, out of sight of the > lovers, > and watched them. Karuna was rubbing her hand over > Bashir's bulge as he kissed her, fondling her > through > her tee shirt, and running his hands over her > shapely, > tanned thighs. A few times, he tried to push his > fingers inside her cut-off jeans, but she gently > stopped him. Karuna seemed to be in control. I > turned > my back to them, and told Sarita to watch them. > > After a few minutes, Sarita moved her hand to her > mouth, and gasped. I looked at her face. It was > flushed. She was breathing rapidly, as if she was > witnessing something very erotic or terrifying. I > turned and looked at Karuna and her lover. They had > made a lot of progress. She had pulled his very > stiff > cock out of his pants, and he had managed to remove > her bra and had pushed the tee-shirt up, revealing > her > firm, round breasts. She was pumping his cock with > her > fist, while he had his mouth around her breasts and > erect nipples. I quickly scanned the beach. There > was > no one in sight at that noon hour. > > I looked at Sarita. She licked her lips, and turned > to > look at me. Smiling nervously, she asked in a > strangely hoarse voice, "Did you see that?" > > I nodded. > > "God, that is so exciting. Did you see how big he > is?" > > > I nodded again, and said, "You sure seem to be hot, > watching them." > > "Aren't you?" > > I just shrugged my shoulders. "I admit it's an > erotic > sight, but they don't mean anything to me." I looked > at my sister, and noticed that her nipples were > showing through the thin material of her tee shirt. > I > felt a stirring in my pants, seeing her in the > aroused > condition. > > Sarita was watching me. "I know you are also > excited, > Pradeep. No man can remain so cool after seeing > those > gorgeous boobs. You have to admit that Karuna has a > nice pair of knockers." > > I pulled Sarita in my arms. Pinching her nose, I > said, > "Sure. She has nice tits, sister. But that is not > why > I feel the excitement. I am excited watching you get > turned on. You are a whole lot sexier than your > friend." > > "But I am your sister, Pradeep." > > "Who else but you and I knows that, not counting > those > two lovers over there? Don't tell me you came here > without any plans to get turned on and then doing > something about it." > > "What do you mean?" > > I took her in my arms, and kissed her. Sarita > resisted > at first, but as soon as I pushed my tongue through > her lips, she flung her arms around me, and held me > tightly. Her mouth opened, and we began exploring > each > other with a sudden frenzy. Our tongues locked in a > deep kiss that sent shivers down my spine, to say > nothing about causing my cock to spring into a > superfast erection. > > > > "Oh god, yes, Pradeep. I have waited so long for you > to kiss me like that. Don't stop kissing me. Hold > me, > dear brother," Sarita gasped between our kisses. She > pushed me down on the sand and fell on top of me, > grinding her pelvis into mine. > > I reached down to caress her butt, and found my way > under her skirt to her panties. Slipping my hand > under > the elastic waistband, I cupped and caressed the > smooth skin of her butt, squeezing the firm flesh as > she moaned loudly and pressed herself down against > my > hardness. She quickly rolled off me and reached for > my > zipper. I grabbed her hand, and said, "Easy, > sister." > > "Don't tease me, Pradeep. You want it as much as I > do." She pushed my hand away, and with a swift flick > of her wrist, pulled the zipper of my beach shorts > down. Reaching in, she made her way around the > jockey > shorts and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing > shaft. I could see the desire in her eyes and the > arousal in her hardened nipples. Her full breasts > were > stretching the fabric of her tee shirt beyond > endurance. I pulled her tee shirt off, and removed > the > front clasp of her bikini top. She wiggled her chest > and her full, ripe breasts came into view. > > I stared at her lovely figure. My sister was a > knockout. I couldn't believe how voluptuous she > looked. > > "Do you like them?" Sarita asked, playing with my > cock > which was still hidden inside the jockey shorts. > > "They are the most gorgeous pair I have ever seen. > Honest to God." > > "Oh Pradeep, I have wanted for you to see me like > this > ever since our little fooling around years ago. I > wanted you to be the first one to see me naked. > Please > touch me and tell me if you like them." > > I caressed the ripe, rippling flesh, feeling the > trembling of her body. Sarita closed her eyes, her > hand out of my shorts. She put both her hands to her > mouth and gasped, as I gently kneaded her breasts, > twirling the hard nipples between my fingers. I saw > tears rolling down her cheeks as she breathed slowly > and deliberately, causing her breasts to move in a > seductive fashion. She opened her eyes, and smiled > at > me. > > "I am so happy today, Pradeep. Your hands feel so > good > on my breasts. Please don't stop. My heart is so > full > of love for you that I can't stop crying. O dear > brother, please hold me tightly in your arms." > > I pulled off my tee shirt and threw it aside. Sarita > pulled me down on top of her, and held me in a bear > hug, pressing her breasts against my chest. She > kissed > me and said, "Lie on top of me, brother. Wait. I > want > to take your cock out. I want to feel it against my > pussy. Just push it there. No, don't remove my > panty. > I just want to feel its hardness." > > She pulled out my cock, and pressed it against the > plump mound between her legs. I wrapped my hands > around her ripe breasts. Sarita moaned and wiggled > her > hips against my cock as it pressed urgently against > her womanhood. She was breathing very rapidly now. > Suddenly she opened her legs, and gripped me in a > vise, thrusting her pelvis against me. I could feel > the tip of my cock brushing against her inner thigh, > inching its way closer to her triangle with every > thrust of her pelvis. > > I raised myself, and looked down at her. Sarita > opened > her eyes and looked at me. "Why did you get up?" > > "To look at the nymph lying under me. You look so > bewitching and sexy, Sarita, that if you were not my > sister, I would tear that panty off you, and pound > my > cock into you. But since we can't do that, let me at > least look at you. Take it off, sister." > > Sarita smiled, and said, "You do it. With your lips > and teeth. Don't use your hands." > > > > My cock twitched at the thought of getting so close > to > her pussy. I nodded, and dived between her open > legs. > First I nuzzled her mound with my nose, inhaling her > erotic fragrance. Then I grabbed the elastic band of > her panty in my teeth, and pulled it down slowly, > watching as her dark pubic hair came into view. They > were already moist with her juices. I pulled the > panty > down further, lifting her butt off the ground to > make > it easier. Soon her pussy was in full view. I could > smell and see the pulsating entrance of her lovely > womanhood. I paused, taking in the incredibly sexy > and > beautiful sight of my sister's private parts. > > "Pradeep..." Sarita whispered. > > "Yes, darling?" > > "You are the first man ever to see me naked. I > wanted > it to be you. Thanks for fulfilling my wish." > > "Oh, you are welcome, sister. I can't get over how > beautiful and sexy you look, with and now without > your > clothes. I never thought this would ever happen, but > now I am terribly jealous of whoever makes love to > you > for the first time." > > "Would you like to be the first one, brother? I'd > love > it to be you. Please say yes." > > I suddenly came to my senses. I sat up, and pulled > her > panty up and covered her. Pulling her up and > throwing > her tee shirt to her, I said, "My God, Sarita. We > were > about to commit incest. Put on your tee shirt," I > scrambled to my feet, inserting my rapidly deflating > cock back in my shorts and pulling on my beach > pants. > > Sarita sat up, bewildered by my sudden change of > mood. > She got up, and pulled her tee shirt on. > Straightening > her skirt, she looked at me and quickly turned her > back to me. She buried her face in her hands and > began > sobbing. > > I quickly walked over to her and turned her around. > She shrugged me off, and said, "Don't touch me. I > have > never been so humiliated in my life. I love you with > all my heart, brother. Why did you shame me like > this?" > > "But I didn't mean to, Sarita." I forced her to turn > and look at me. I pulled her in my arms, and said, > "My > dear sister, there is no one in this world I love > more > than I love you. You must believe me. I stopped > because what we were doing would have taken us down > the forbidden path. You are incredibly sexy, > darling, > and I am so proud to be your brother. But I couldn't > spoil and violate your beauty and purity out of > forbidden lust. Surely you can understand that." > > Sarita clung to me, and sobbed in my arms. Her tears > were making my shirt wet. I just held her and let > her > cry. Finally she stopped and looked up at me. I > kissed > her on the nose and wiped her tears. > > "Feel better now?" > > Sarita nodded, and smiled. "Now I love you even more > than I did before, Pradeep. You love me so much that > you wanted to protect my virtue even when I was > asking > you to violate it. I know you were aroused. But you > did not take advantage of me. Anyone else would > have. > Even daddy." > > "What?" > > "Yes, Pradeep. Last year, he tried to seduce me. I > slipped out of his arms and locked myself in my > bedroom." > > "My God. What happened?" > > "Well, don't get mad at him. It wasn't his fault, > really. Remember when mummy was in the hospital for > a > month recuperating from the nasty fall she took last > winter? One night, daddy brought home a video movie. > He said it was a classic from the fifties or > sixties, > something like that. It was called 'And God Created > Woman'" > > "I know about that. It starred Brigit Bardot, the > French sex siren." > "Right. Only this one turned out to be a remake, > starring Rebecca De Morney. We watched it together. > God, it was sexy. There was one scene in it from the > prison where this fugitive girl - Morney - finds > herself face to face with a handsome contractor > doing > some work in the prison gym. She is buck naked, > caught > in the middle of changing her clothes before showing > up in her barracks. They hear some footsteps, and > she > runs and hides with this guy behind a bunch of tall > partitions. She gets horny, standing close to this > hunk, and tells him to pull his pants down. She > jumps > up and straddles him, riding him hard until she > comes > repeatedly." > > "Did they show all that?" > > "Well, not quite. They never showed the genitals of > that contractor guy. They did show her buck naked, > though. You know, there is discrimination in these > foreign movies. They show naked women with the shots > of their pubes, but not men with their pubes and > cocks. Anyway, I got so horny watching that, without > realizing it, I had my hand under the skirt, and was > rubbing myself. Daddy was sitting across from me, > and > he had a full view of my crotch and hand. His organ > was very hard and was making a tent in his pants. He > looked at me like he was seeing through me, and > before > I knew it, he had pulled his pants and shorts down, > and was pumping his cock. He came at me, and grabbed > my hand that was under the skirt, and pulled me down > to the carpet. Her grabbed my panty and ripped it, > and > then fell on me. It happened so fast, I couldn't > react > quickly enough. But as soon as his organ poked me > between the legs, I pulled my knees up and got him > right on his balls. That slowed him down long enough > for me to squirm out from under him and run to my > room. I locked the door, and sat down against it, > blocking it in case he tried to force it open. I was > trembling all over, partly from fear and partly from > the excitement of that woman riding this guy > standing > up." > > "My God, he tried to rape his own daughter. The > bastard." > > "Don't talk like that, Pradeep. He didn't follow me > or > anything. After a while I slowly opened the door and > went to the kitchen to get some water. The TV was > still on, but there was no sign of daddy. I turned > the > TV off, and went looking for him. He was nowhere in > the house. I was tired and went to bed. Next > morning, > I was making breakfast, when he came in from > outside. > His face was ragged, his eyes were blood shot and he > looked totally out of it. I ran up to him and asked > him where he had been and why he looked like that. > He > shook me off and went to the bathroom. Much later, > he > came back to the kitchen. He had shaved, showered > and > was dressed nicely, as he always is." > > "What did he say?" > > "He started crying, and apologized for what he had > done. He swore he would never touch me again, and > cried even more. I felt so bad that I had kneed him > in > the groin, that I apologized to him for it. He shook > his head, and said, 'No darling, you did the right > thing to fend me off. I was like an animal. There is > no excuse for what I did, even though your mother > being in the hospital hasn't been easy for me.'" > > "That's pathetic." > > "Pradeep, don't talk like that. He's our father. I > know he didn't mean to hurt me. He just lost it for > a > moment. I was also turned on by that movie, and was > rubbing myself. He saw me, and may be that triggered > it for him. I had pulled my panty down and had my > hands all over my pussy. He must have seen it, and > with the woman riding that young stud on the TV > screen, I can understand how he could have lost > sight > of the fact that I was his daughter. I was immodest > before him. So don't blame him. See what we just > did, > or almost did. You reacted to my body just the same > way. Should I condemn you the same way you want to > condemn him?" > > "Sarita, on top of being so incredibly beautiful and > sexy, where did you pick up the qualities of an > angel?" > > "You call having the hots for her own brother > angelic > quality? You are blinded by your love for me, > brother. > And I love you for it. Anyway, how did we get > started > on this subject? Never mind. What are the lovebirds > up > to?" > > > > I got up from our hiding place and looked in the > direction of Karuna and Bashir. They were still > lying > in each other's arms on the sand. From the condition > of their clothes, and the look on Karuna's face, I > suddenly had a hunch that they had gone all the way > while Sarita and I were engrossed in our own little > incestuous fling. I told Sarita that it looked like > they had just finished making love. > > "Oh, darn. I wanted to watch that. How do you know?" > > > "Look at your friend. Her face is that of a woman > who > has just experienced her first mind-blowing orgasm, > don't you think?" > > "I wouldn't know, brother. I've never had a > mind-blowing orgasm, especially as a result of > sexual > intercourse. I am still a virgin, in case you have > forgotten." > > "I haven't. But take it from me, she had her fill of > him. Ask her tonight when we return to the hotel." > > "I will, and I'll let you know tomorrow. If it looks > like they are done for the day, let's get out of > here. > I am feeling itchy with all this sand in my > clothes." > > "I can help you clean it off if you like." > > "The same brother who was mortified a few minutes > ago > for having poked his stiff cock at his sister's > pussy?" > > "That is different. I am offering to carefully wipe > and wash off the sand from your body, and giving you > a > luxuriating bath in the tub in our hotel room." > > "Are you, really? You are not kidding me, right?" > > "No, I am serious. I have to make amends for making > you feel humiliated earlier. This will be my > penance." > > > Sarita burst out laughing. "You are so nutty. Some > penance. I bet you will be sporting a spectacular > stiffness all the time your are pawing my naked > body." > > > "Well, that's beyond my control. What do you say?" > > Sarita looked at me steadily for a moment, and said, > "You are serious. Oh, I'd love it, brother. But how > will I explain it to Karuna?" > > "I suggest we leave them alone, and go back to the > hotel now." > > "I can't leave my friend alone with that man. I > promised her I would watch out for her." > > "Look, they already made love. What are you going to > watch out for now?" > > "We don't know they did." > > "Then ask her. Go ahead. And then tell her that you > need to go back to the hotel for a while." > > "How can I intrude on their privacy?" > > "Then we'll both go and ask them." > > "Ask them what? 'Did you guys make love just now?' > Is > that what we should ask?" > > > > "No. Just observe their condition, their state of > mind. Activate your sense of smell. There are many > ways to tell if a woman has just been laid. She > smells > of sex." > > Sarita punched me in the ribs. I pulled her to me, > and > kissed her on the nose. "Come on, sister. Don't > waste > any more time before your bath." > > That did it. Sarita's eyes sparkled at the thought > of > experiencing an erotic bath from her brother. We > made > our way to Karuna, making as much noise as we could > to > warn them. Karuna quickly sat up, and hurriedly > straightened her clothes. But she forgot that her > panty was lying on the sand behind her, and that we > could see it. It was obviously wet, because lumps of > sand were sticking to the crotch panel. Sarita took > a > deep breath as if trying to smell the fresh air. > > "It sure smells exotic here, doesn't it, Karuna? Did > you have a good time?" > > Karuna blushed hundred different shades of red, and > threw a cautious glance at Bashir. He just grinned > with a silly look on his face. We knew they had done > it. Sarita looked at me quickly, and said to Karuna, > "Listen. Pradeep and I are going back to the hotel. > How long are you planning to stay here? Don't rush > or > anything. Do you want me to come back here in a > couple > of hours?" > > Karuna looked at her lover. Bashir sat up, and said, > "You go ahead. I can drop Karuna off at the hotel in > about three hours, if that's okay." > > "That's fine," Sarita said, "Don't do anything mummy > won't approve, Karuna. Do you hear me?" > > "Yes, Sarita," Karuna replied in the same mocking > tone, and they both laughed. "I'll be a good girl, > and > tell you all about it later, okay?" > > We waved them goodbye, and headed back to the hotel. > Once we reached there, Sarita pulled out her room > key, > and turned to me. > > "I hope you were not kidding me earlier about the > bath, brother." > > "I wasn't. Go get all your lotions and stuff and > come > to my room. That way, if Karuna decides to come back > earlier, she won't catch you naked in the tub with > me > standing over you." > > "I hope you are not going to be standing over me, > brother, no matter where you give me the bath. I > want > you in the tub with me. I fully intend to give you > the > same pleasure you are about to give me." > > "Okay. I can't wait. Now go and get your stuff." > > I watched her walk down the hallway to her room, and > smiled to myself. Sarita looked so sexy and > beautiful, > that I really wanted to give her all my attention. I > still could not bring myself to consider anything > beyond flirting with her and a bit of foreplay, but > I > could not deny that I was terribly tempted. She had > even offered her virginity to me, her own brother. I > wondered what made girls do that, because I had > heard > from many of my friends that they had taken their > sisters' cherries, and the girls had willingly and > lovingly given it to them. I knew Sarita would do it > if I went for it. I had to think that one through > carefully because, as much as I loved and lusted > after > my sister, I couldn't bear the thought of taking her > most precious possession, her virginity, away from > its > rightful owner. I turned to go to my room, still > thinking about what was about to happen in that > bathtub. >