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Next two weeks were probably the best days of my life. Sheila visitedme daily with Mansi. After the lunch Mansi would disappear for aboutan hour giving us ample opportunity to fuck our minds out.I was worried on the first day as what Mansi would be thinking aboutme. But when she pretended to be ignorant of things happeningbetween Sheila and me, I got bolder. Mansi and I developed a silentunderstanding, and she never talked about Sheila in my presence,even at the home.One day, when Mansi brought lunch, she was alone. Sheila was notwith her. Mansi informed that her husband had arrived last night andtook Sheila with her. Suddenly, it was autumn again in my life…thesame monotonous routine was back. Each day, Mansi would bring thelunch and take back the dishes when I ate it, leaving me alone withmy magazines and my hand caressing my cock from one orgasm toanother.However, one very important thing, which I failed to notice or rather, Ishould say that I noticed quite late, was the behavior of my youngsister, Mansi. Ever since Sheila left the village, she was behaving littleabnormal, but I was so lost in my fantasies that could not sensed it.Mansi was still bringing my lunch daily afternoon…but she had becomeless talkative. She would watch me silently while I ate my lunch…hereyes continuously boring into me when I was not looking at her.Whenever, I caught her eyes, she simply turned it away. There wassomething in her look, which appeared so familiar yet I could notguess it.However, her changed behavior had a positive side to it as shebecome more caring about my every need. She began staying late inthe afternoon as if expecting some command from me. Even at thehome she began showing more concern about my liking and disliking.When I began to notice the change, I was a bit puzzled initially butdidn’t care much as I was the sole beneficiary of her new avatar.We never talked about Sheila…especially I deliberately avoided thetopic…because it always made me conscious in front of Mansi. I knewthat she was aware of things happened between Sheila and me, andprobably that was the reason why she was behaving shyly in front ofme.One afternoon, when I sat for eating my lunch, Mansi left the roomand went out. I finished my lunch and looked for Mansi, but she wasn’tthere. I collected the lunch box and dishes and went out. I could notfind Mansi anywhere. I took the dirty utensils outside the pump roomand began cleaning them.Outside of the pump room, my father had built a small size reservoir;around six feet by five feet and about four feet deep…it looked morelike a miniature swimming pool. It was mostly used for storing thewater from the pump before directing it to fields by drain lines, butsometimes we used is as a big size bathtub when the days were prettyhot. It was always an exquisite feeling to stand in the tank feelingfresh water from the pump discharge splashing against my body.While cleaning the dishes, I looked for Mansi. Finally, I could traceher…she had climbed on the scaffold, and observing the far corners ofour fields.I finished cleaning the utensils; and went near the scaffold. I calledMansi to get down and collect the lunch box. She heard me andimmediately lowered her legs on the wooden ladder connected withthe scaffold. I was standing exactly below the ladder.As she stood on the top bar of the ladder way and proceeded to climbdown, I looked upward. Suddenly, my jaws fell open. Mansi waswearing a long skirt that day; and from my position, I could see insideher skirt…her creamy white shapely legs…joining at her delicate thighsand the pink colored panties covering her pussy mound. My sexstarved cock swelled to an immediate erection.Unaware of my prying eyes, Mansi descended from the laddercontinually giving me uninterrupted view of her hidden assets. My cockwas istanbul travesti throbbing inside my pants. When she came lower, I deliberatelyturned my head and moved away from my place. But I could feel myheart pounding in my chest like a drum, and I was breathing hard.She got down from the ladder, picked the tiffin box and plates andlooked at me. I gawked at her not knowing what to say.“I’m going home.” She didn’t seem to notice my awkwardness.I stood there watching her go…my mind was in turmoil. Just now I hadaccidentally peeped inside my sister’s skirt and my body hadresponded amorously to that. I was still supporting a throbbing hardon.I went inside the room…striped my clothes and stood naked in theroom. I desperately needed a release. I gripped my cock and begandiddling it, trying to think about Sheila but every time my sister’screamy thighs came before my eyes.I fought hard to resist the temptation, trying to divert my thoughtstowards Sheila…but to no avail. I failed and finally surrendered to mylust and masturbated to a wonderful release while thinking about mybeautiful sister’s creamy thighs and the delicious nest hidden behindher pink panties.That episode changed my thinking about my sister. I realized ThatMansi had grown up into a gorgeous woman…a woman whom any manwould love to fuck. That incident also made think more about mysister; and that’s when I gave a serious thought to her changedbehavior.I realized that the main thing that was disturbing me was the way myyoung sister had been observing me ever since Sheila’s episode. Afterthe scaffold episode, I could guess what it was…certainly not a sisterlylooks at her brother…it was a stare of a woman who looked atsomeone when she was in love. She was behaving more like a lovebirdrather than an innocent sister.It was only a hunch and I knew that it might be wrong. Still I made upmy mind…I would seduce my young sister…and if succeeded I wouldfuck her. My earlier two hunches had proved correct…my landlady inMumbai and Sheila were alibi to that…I therefore decide to try my luckwith my sister.After returning home in the evening, I continuously monitored herbehavior towards me. More I observed…more I became firm in mybelief that my gut feeling was right.Next day, I eagerly waited for Mansi. She came around one thirty.When I finished my lunch, Mansi proceeded to collect the plates. Istopped her.“Don’t go now. I want to talk to you.”She looked at me strangely and collecting the plates, she went out.She returned after five minutes, drying her hands with a towel.“Come here.” I showed her place on the edge of the bed. She satsilently looking at me with curiosity. I sat beside her.“Mansi…ugh…I…” I didn’t know how to began the conversation. “I…mean…did your hear from Sheila recently.”“Why…?” She looked at me innocently.“No…just wanted to know whether she’s any plan to visit here.” Irealized my body was shivering with a strange kind of excitement.“Not now…but she’ll come in winters.”I looked into her eyes…again I found that strange look…a look as iftrying to tell me something.“That’s more than six months…shit.” I swore impatiently.“Why do you want her here?” Her voice was little agitated…I againlooked at my sister…she appeared jealous…no…she was jealous of herfriend.“I miss her very much.”She didn’t reply…but didn’t look pleased either.“Do you know why I miss her?” My heart began to beat faster.No answer.“I know that you’re aware of what happened between Sheila and me.And I’m sure that you had been peeping on us while I was making lovewith her.”It stuck her at the right place; I carefully observed the changing colorsof her face.I felt bold.“You spied on us…isn’t it?”She looked at me, then her gaze diverted behind me. I turned around.Mansi was looking at the small window, which was opening istanbul travestileri in thepump room. The window could be unlocked from the pump room itself.My baby sister had probably witnessed each and every fuck sessionbetween Sheila and me.I looked back at Mansi. Her face was red with embarrassment. Shetried to look back at me but turned her gaze.“I’m going.” She rose from the bed and tried to leave. I immediatelygripped her hand. She again looked at me.“Please let me go.” She made a feeble attempt to withdraw her hand…but I didn’t let her go. I could feel her whole body shivering violently.I stood from the bed and pull her in my arms. She melted easily in myarms. I put my hands around her waist and gripped her body in myarms…my lips hovering just above her moist lips. I could feel her hotbreath burning my lips.I gently lowered my lips over hers, kissing her soft rosy lips. Mansiclosed her eyes…her body shook violently in my arms.My lips traced along her cheeks…near her right ear.“You’re very beautiful Mansi.” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper.“I love you.” My tongue gently stroked her earlobe. She body againshivered wildly…her breathing hard and erratic…her eyes remainedclosed.My hands slowly traveled to her buttocks, gently squeezing andreleasing her tight melons. Her ass cheeks were smaller than Sheila’sbut they were taut and spongy. Again, I brought my lips over hers andkissed her hard. My one hand left her right ass and slowly traveledover her thighs…to her pleasure mound hidden beneath her salwar.Gently, I stroked her pussy mound through the material of her clothes.Mansi moaned lightly.My hand felt her cunt. I just could not believe…I was petting my littlesister cunt and she was enjoying it.It was not possible for me to observe restraint anymore. I fumbledwith the cord of her salwar and undid it. The salwar slipped on thefloor. I could feel my heart beating like a drum and my fingers shakingas I again touched her between her thighs through her panties…myfingers getting first feel of her quivering pussy lips.I broke the kiss and let her free of my arms. Before she could move, Igripped her kurta from the hem and lifted it off her body. Mansi raisedher hands to help me in removing her kurta. I lift it off her head andtossed on the side.Mansi was standing before me…in the white cotton bra and panties.The face scarlet with shame…I looked into her eyes…smiling lewdly.Mansi could not meet my eyes and covered her face with hands. Ihugged her again in my arms…my trembling hands running all overher delicate curves.I helped her sit on the corner of the bed and sat beside her. My handsmoved to her breasts…feeling her soft spongy boobs. Then I took myhands behind her and unhooked her bra, released it off her shouldersand let it slide along her body. Her majestic tits were suddenly free.Mansi’s tits were smaller than Sheila’s, but they appeared firm andpliant. They had natural sag…her nipples already hard with excitement.Her dark brown areolas looked magnificent. I brought my hands to hercreamy tits and squeezed them hard.Mansi whimpered with joy.“Ohhh…Mansi,” I gently kneaded her both nipples simultaneously.“Your boobs are so soft…so delicate.”Her nipples were standing out, demanding to be sucked. Her firmsmooth breasts looked every bit as inviting as the rest of her.“Ahhh…!” She whispered erotically, her eyes were delirious with lust.“Ohhh…it feels so good.”With one hand, I continued pinching her teats; with other I unzippedmy fly and pulled my boner out of my pants. Relieved off its confine, itstood triumphantly…like a rigid flagpole.“Ohhh…ma!!!” Mansi exclaimed as she witnessed my erect organ…hervoice trembling with excitement. “It’s so big…” “You liked it.” I askedproudly.She smiled shyly. I took her hand and kept it over my rigid travesti istanbul shaft. Herfingers immediately encircled the shaft, and she began moving herfingers over my cock. I felt like an electric shock running through myloins, my cock jerked in her soft grip.I mauled her tits roughly with my hand, causing her to whimper with alustful pain. My fingers sank into the soft, creamy flesh. I slowlyleaned over and brought my hungry mouth to her erect nipple. Shewatched me as I stuck my tongue out, and stroked her teats with thetip.“Umh… bhaiya (brother).” She moaned forcing her sticking nipple intomy mouth. “Suck it.”I greedily took her nipple between my lips. My hands roamed over hersoft smooth body slowly tracing it for to her belly button and the toher hidden mound of pleasure. I bit on her nipples, my teeth pinchinghard her swollen tips. My fingers slowly moved inside her pantieselastic band and for the first time, I touched the soft curly haircovering my sister’s cunt lips; her cunt was wet…soaking wet. I ran myfinger along her cunt lips feeling the wetness sticking to my fingers.Mansi closed her eyes again and moaned. Her hands were still grippingmy rampant cock, her palm gently massaging along my cock length,stroking the thick, throbbing cock-shaft.I sucked her boobs, alternating between each of them, working mywet tongue over her creamy globes, slurping and licking vehementlyuntil her tits were covered with my saliva.“They’re delicious.” I murmured.She responded by coarsely squeezing and releasing my cock. Sheunbuckled my pants and pulled them off my legs; I helped her bylifting my ass off the bed. She removed my pants and began playingwith my cock again.“Mansi…”“Yeah…”“Did you really watch when I fucked Sheila?”“Yessss…” Her face flushed once again. She began fondling my balls.“You watched it daily…I mean…each time.”She looked at me, little perplexed.“You like my cock.” I gave her a smile.“Ohhh…yessss…” She cupped my balls, squeezing them softly. “It’s sobig. I watched it move in and out of Sheila’s…c…ugh…hole. It lookedterrific. How did she take whole of it inside her.”I winked at her. “You’ll find out very soon.” I remarked lewdly. Thentook her head and slowly bent it over my cock, until her lips touchedthe flaring head of my cock.“Suck it.” I grunted. “Like Sheila…”Mansi knelt between my legs. I spread my legs to provide her betteraccess. Mansi appeared to be mesmerized by my monster…probablyher first cock of her life. I knew that I was better endowed than manypeople…at least my landlady in Mumbai and Sheila were there tovouch for it.She gripped my cock at the base and gently rubbed it over her lips. Asmall drop of precum spread over her moist lips.“It’s so beautiful…so thick!!” She whispered trying to measure thecircumference with her grip.She slid her hand up and down the whole length of the shaft, from mythick thatch of jet-black hair to its glistening head.She stuck her hot tongue out and she touched the tiny peehole. Shewet it with her saliva licking the bulbous head from one side to other.Then she opened her lips wide and took the cock head between herhot lips.“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…!” That all I could mutter…feeling the flow ofextreme rapture flowing through my body. I forced my cock deep intoher sucking mouth causing her to gag for a moment. Then I eased mycock and drew it backward. Relaxed, she groped the base and took theremaining length inside her mouth.Mansi reached below the jutting cock-shaft and cupped my pendulousballs in her hand, caressing and squeezing them as she suck on mycock.“Lick my balls…Mansi.” I grunted. “Take them in your mouth.”She obliged me by taking one of my balls inside her mouth andsucking it hard letting hot waves of pure lush through my body. Sheran her tongue across my entire scrotum, as she took each ball intoher mouth and washed it around. Satisfied with her effort she againdiverted her attention to my cock and took it in her mouth.My long abstinence from a woman was about to take its toll, as I foundmore and more difficult to hold my ejaculation.