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Sonu’s back! It’s been so long. Mala and Sonu’s elder cousin, Ravi, has been very unwell for several weeks. He was their guardian when their parents died, brought them up — and was an early lover to both. For their sake, he never married, never had a family. He’s had a lady friend for many years now, and they’re happy together. The girls are, quite naturally, very fond of him, but their relationship is different now. Neither sleeps with him, though they often speak openly about it, even to Nishi, his friend. She knows of their history and it doesn’t seem to bother her. She’s very close to both Mala and Sonu, perhaps Sonu a bit more. The girls tease and bully him mercilessly and he’s putty in their hands, but apparently happy to be so.

A couple of months ago, he took very ill. We all rushed across of course — they stay across town — and had him moved to a hospital. Sonu and Mala have been taking turns going back and forth, one or the other of them staying over, relieving Nishi and running relays. It’s been a hell of a strain.

In all that time, quite astonishingly, neither of the girls had any serious fucking. Of course, they’re both far too addicted to it to go totally without, but I know for a fact that it was very irregular and, by their standards, so infrequent as perhaps not to count at all, hardly a couple of times a week and even then, only for a very short 15 or 20 minutes, often less. More a required release than anything else. And it never had the exhilaration and enthusiasm and sheer revelling in sexual pleasure we’re used to. They were both tired and tense and their heart wasn’t in it.

And then, just when things seemed on the mend, Ravi back home and recovering nicely, Sonu slipped in the bathroom and sprained her ankle and hurt her back and left hip. At first we thought she’d fractured the hip, but after a whole battery of tests, found it was just very badly bruised. Her back gave her a lot of trouble though, and we were all very tense wondering if she’d gone and done herself a serious injury. Luckily, that, too, turned out to be just a bad sprain.

Ravi finall got back home, almost fully recovered (the white-coats never did figure out what went wrong), Sonu’s ankle, hip and back mended, and we finally had the chance to unwind and spend time together. Everything came back on track just in time for Dassera and Diwali.

Sonu and I were itching to get together, just the two of us. It had been much too long. She pestered me to give her an evening. I battled the temptation and said no. She had to look to her own first. Her husband, Hitesh, hadn’t fucked her either, and he had first refusal. Then her servants. Then me.

Finally, she made it. We were just the two of us at my place. Mala and Lajja had got themselves booked in for the weekend at the escort agency, servicing clients with a couple of live shows thrown in, including at least one gang-bang and one lesbian spot. Lajja’s husband, Bharat, was in attendance, and a couple of my own crew. I’d see the DVDs later.

I swept Sonu up in my arms as soon as she stepped her. I held her close.

“God, I’ve missed you so much,” I groaned into her hair.

“I’ve missed you too, love,” she smiled.

For a minute, we stood there, just holding each other, her face resting on my chest. I caressed her back.

“I want you,” I whispered, unable to keep the urgency out of my house.

“Easy, tiger,” she laughed softly. “We have the entire evening to ourselves. And the night, too, if you want.”

She had a closet to herself here, I knew that. She could easily stay the night without needing to bring a change of clothes or any of her cosmetics or toiletries. One of the four bedrooms was hers anyway.

I pressed my groin against her. My cock was already hard. Her warm brown eyes danced in pleasure. She kissed me gently, cupping the side of my face with one hand, the other slipping down to my crotch. “I love you like this,” she breathed into my mouth. “I love you anway, but especially like this.”

She stepped away and took my hand in hers and led me out of the house, through the large sliding glass doors at the end of the passage onto the broad patio that leads out onto our penthouse terrace garden. The servants had set out a flask of chilled home-made lemonade and canapes. We sat at the white wrought-iron table in a comfortable silence, sipping our drinks and nibbling the delicious finger-food. Sonu reached out and took my hand in hers, caressing my fingers gently with hers. Our chairs were very close. She leaned her head on my shoulder. I turned my face and she lifted hers, and we kissed, gently and deeply, our tongues slowly slipping in and out of each other’s mouths. I stretched my arm across her body and cupped her breast. It was already heavy and warm. I could feel the hardness of her nipple.

“Come,” she said softly. “Let’s go in.”

We went into the bedroom we kept for her. The large windows were open; the sheers fluttered in the silver light of the waning moon. The room was lit by a single lamp on the writing desk in the corner.

We kissed again, and her body melted into mine. It felt good holding her close. Her lips were soft and moist. Her tongue swept gently into my mouth, met my own. She wore a light, diaphanous kurta and loose baggy salvar. I could feel her breasts through her kurta, pressing against my chest.

She broke the kiss and began unbuttoning my shirt, peppering my torso with butterfly kisses and sexy little sweeps of her tongue over my nipples. It felt incredibly sexy. As she moved lower, I took the end of her kurta and drew it up. She lifted her arms as she went lower and slipped out of her kurta. She wore a bra underneath, of sexy white lace, cut very low and very thin, like a string bikini top. Her beautiful breasts strained at the slight material. I tugged at the drawcord of her salvar; it rustled to her feet and she nudged it aside. She wore a sexy G-string, the rear stand tucked hard between her buttocks, the front just a very narrow band wedged between her cunt-lips. Her cunt was shaven smooth. I groaned in excitement.

Now she was on her knees, gently undoing my trousers and pulling them down. My cock was out, hardening rapidly. She murmured softly, kissing it, jerking it in her hand. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was entranced by the sight of her slender fingers, her wedding band glinting, curled around the dark mass of my cock. She flipped back my foreskin deftly and, with a soft whimper, opened her mouth and swept her tongue over my cock-head. I gasped. She did it again, and again and then slowly took my cock in her mouth and began to suck it.

There was no doubt that she loved doing this. Her pleasure and enjoyment were evident. She murmured and moaned, rocking her head back and forth, taking my cock deep in her mouth so that her cheeks distended with its size. Ducking her head, she ran her tongue down my cock-shaft to my balls and licked and suckled them. She lifted her head again, now caressing her face with my cock; then rose higher and pushed my cock up under her bra between her breasts, squeezing them tightly over it, bending her head to lick the protruding cock-head.

Several minutes of cock-sucking later, she moved me to the bed on my back and knelt beside me and continued sucking my cock. I moaned softly. The heat in my groin was unbearable. I caressed her face and fondled her breasts, pushing my hand into her bra. Her breasts were heavy and swollen, the nipples hard. She pushed the bra cups down, freeing them, groaning when I squeezed them hard. I slid my hand down her smooth back and bent a finger up into her cunt, moving the G-string strand aside. Her cunt was very wet. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the magic of my sister-in-law’s mouth on my cock. There was true cunning in her tongue. I groaned as she worked my cock-head with it, as if trying to pierce the slit in my cock to draw out my cum. Her face was soft between my thighs. Her hair cascaded over my belly. Her gold necklace brushed across my thighs. I felt her jerking my cock, kissing it, running her teeth down it.

“Cum in my mouth,” she murmured. “I want your cum in my mouth.”

“Later,” I grunted. “After I fuck your ass.”

I pulled her away from my cock and up and we lay together, kissing gently and deeply, caressing each other. Her fingers were in my crotch, working my cock. I fondled her breasts and cunt. Her mouth was soft and warm. I swept my tongue across her lips and into her mouth. She responded by sucking on my tongue and meeting it with her own. The kiss deepened. I turned her on her back and moved over her.

“God, I want you,” she gasped. “I want you so much it hurts!”

I smiled. She looked lovely. Her warm brown eyes shone with desire. Her sweetly rounded face was radiant, her moist rosebud lips parted. I kissed her again, then broke it slowly and, moving down, dragged my tongue down the column of her throat, swept it around one breast, climbed the mound and then whirled it across her puckered areole and stiff, hard nipple. She gasped and arched her back. I pinched the other nipple in my forefinger and thumb and gently twirled it back and forth. She cried out, writhing in a sudden frenzy, her fingers clawing at me.

I turned my attention to her other breast; returned to the first; squeezed both together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously. She cried out, her back arching and falling feverishly under me. I sucked sharply, let go, sucked again.

“C’mon! Fuck me! Fuck me Mehul fuck me please fuck me!” she gasped.

I chuckled. I love Sonu in every mood but most especially when she is like this. I slid lower. Her legs opened instantly. Her cunt-juices had wet the slender strand of her G-string. It was now wedged tightly into her cunt. I pulled it out and pushed it aside. Her shaven pussy was gorgeous: her swollen cunt-lips glistened with her cunt-juice; her clitoris was inflamed. I spread her cunt-lips with my fingers and rippled my tongue into her crack, nibbling tenderly on her clitoris.

“AHHHHHHHuhhOHMA uhhh AHHHHHH!” she gasped, arching steeply, crushing her breasts in her hands. “Oh god oh god oh god yes!”

I pushed my tongue in deeper. Her cunt tasted delicious, musky and erotic. I lapped at her streaming juices. Her body heaved and writhed. I lifted my eyes and saw her face turning helplessly from side to side. Her fingers twined in my hair, pinning my face in her crotch. Her hips bucked eagerly. I whipped her clit rapidly with my tongue and then, drawing it between my lips and nibbling on it again, slid two fingers into her cunt.

Her back bowed in a steep arch. Her neck craned. Her head whipped back. Her mouth tore open, and she screamed her pleasure. Her thighs flapped frantically, her knees tilting in as her hips rose, then arching outward. I finger-fucked her furiously and now began biting down more firmly on her clit. Her hands worked her breasts in a frenzy. Her body jerked back and forth on the bed as though she was being fucked properly.

I sensed her nearing an orgasm and I slowed, sliding my fingers out of her and now teasing her cunt-lips gently. She moaned softly, caressing my head.

“Delicious,” I murmured. “Remember the first time we did this?”

Gasping, she bent her head and looked down at me between her bent knees. She smiled. “I could hardly forget,” she gasped. “How did you know I so loved being tongue-fucked?”

I chuckled. “I’d seen you, remember? With the naukar. What was his name?”

“Ramu. He was the first.”

“Yeah. Ramu, right. I’d seen him fucking you. Mala and I had two holes in your door. I’d fuck her from behind and we’d both watch you.”

Sonu giggled. “Don’t tell me you think I didn’t know!”

I looked up at her. “What? You knew?”

“Of course I did, silly! So did Ramu! We used to watch you and Mal, too, you know!”

I laughed in delight. “I deserved that,” I guess. “But it was a great afternoon, that, wasn’t it?”

“Beautiful,” she murmured, smiling. “I can still remember it … me coming home … finding you there outside the closed door … asking where Mala was … you telling me she was inside … and then hearing her voice … and Ramu’s—”

“And then you looked at me and I looked at you and we both knew what we wanted!”

“Remember their faces when they came out and saw us at it? You fucking me from behind—”

“Facing the door, in fact—”

“And we didn’t stop, just kept going … it was beautiful!”

“And we haven’t stopped since, either,” I murmured. “You were twenty, I was seventeen … you realize we’ve been fucking for over two decades?”

“I’m amazed you still want me,” she murmured.

“More than ever, my love,” I said. “More than ever. And here’s why …”

I pushed my head into her crotch again, slamming three fingers back into her and tongue- and finger-fucking savagely without prior warning. The breath shot from her throat and she thrashed frantically on the bed, clawing at me, clawing at the sheets, screaming my name. Just as she teetered on the very edge of a wild orgasm, I stopped, moved quickly over her and, before she had time to react, squeezed my cock deep into her cunt and pushed my fingers, sticky with her cunt-juices, between her lips.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh AHHHH UH YES OH GOD YES YES YES Mehul YES!” my beloved sister-in-law cried, her face tilting up, her back arching. “Oh god oh god Mehul you’re so big oh god yes!”

I thrust in deeper and deeper till my crotch was jammed to hers, my cock embedded fully in her cunt. Her legs were curled around mine, her heels on the backs of my thighs. She moaned and panted beneath me, her fingers digging into my forearms. I dipped my torso to kiss and felt the muscles popping and crackling in my shoulders and upper back.

“Fuck me,” she gasped into my mouth. “Fuck me hard!”

I bent my head to her breasts. Her gold necklace twinkled on her creamy skin.

“Whore,” I said softly, lapping at her nipple.

“Yes!” she shuddered. “Oh god yes!”

“You’re a whore,” I whispered, sweeping my tongue between her lips.

“Yes,” she moaned, aroused by my words as I knew she would be. “Yes, I am … your whore … your rundi … your rahnd … to fuck as you like … as much as you like … as hard as you like …”

I fucked her relentlessly then, taking her again and again, fucking her cunt, her mouth, her cunt again, her tits, her ass. Lying on my back, I pulled her astride me. She took my cock in her hand, lifted her cunt over it, took a deep breath and, with a loud cry, throwing her head back, jammed her cunt down onto my cock. Feverish now, she bucked and rocked back and forth over me, her swollen breasts bouncing, her necklace swinging. I slapped her breasts hard with the back of my hand, making her scream. I yanked her down and bit down on her nipples. She screamed again. I bucked my hips up savagely under her, thrusting deep into her and she arched, leaning back with her hands behind her, the tips of her fingers on the bed, her chest thrust out. Her breasts bounced heavily. I crushed them in my hands.

We slowed gradually as she climbed down from another orgasm, her third or fourth since we began. She was sweating now, and so was I. I kept moving under her. She murmured softly, her face tilted up, her eyes closed. Her lips were parted. Her tongue arched sexily over her upper lip. Her hands slid up her body to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them.

“Mm … ohh that’s good, Mehul … your cock’s so good in my cunt … ahhhh uhhh yes … oh baby yes!” She bent her head and lifted one breast, lapping at her own nipple.

I fucked her from behind, kneeling behind her. She bent forward on her forearms and knees, her arms angled together and hands clasped. She turned her face over her shoulder, biting her lower lip. Her expression said it all. I groaned: her cunt was tight and wet and hot. I could feel it convulsing eagerly on my throbbing cock. I held her shoulders and began fucking her steadily, rocking her body back and forth before me. She moaned loudly. In the full-length mirror in front of us I saw our reflection, her face a mask of lust, her brown eyes glistening, her swollen breasts bouncing and slapping together as I went faster and faster.

Slowly, she bent forward and I understood what she wanted. I slid out of her cunt and squeezed my cock deep into her ass. She cried out, her voice ragged and hoarse now, her face turned on its side contorting in agonized pleasure as I went in deeper and deeper, squatting over her raised hips with my head flung back. I could barely contain the roiling fires in my loins. She thrust a hand between her legs and began masturbating. I paused, reached to the bedside table and pulled out a thick vibrator, eight inches long and gave it to her. Moaning, she stretched an arm between her legs and pushed the vibrator into her cunt as I slid smoothly in and out of her anus. She turned on the vibrator and it hummed loudly and she began gasping and panting and crying out feverishly, her hips rocking and jerking out of control beneath me. She came violently. I could hardly control myself. I lurched out of her and staggered upright on the bed. Whimpering, she turned to face me, the vibrator still in her cunt and, bucking up and down on it, gasping and moaning, took my cock deep in her mouth, jerking it hard. I cried out, holding her head and moving it hungrily back and forth in front of me. The heat erupted from my cock at last. Sonu moaned, opening her mouth wide, jerking my cock. The cum spewed from my cock and flooded her mouth and spattered her face and eyelids and hair and breasts, dribbled down her cheeks. Groaning, she took my cock in her mouth again, swallowing my cum and licking my cock clean.

Bending, I bent and kissed her. Her tongue pushed my own cum into my mouth. I could feel it come off her breasts onto my chest. Our sticky, sweating bodies slithered together.

“Hungry kya?” I chuckled, kissing her.

“Not for food,” she giggled, pushing me on my back and sucking my cock again. It was not yet entirely limp. “But yes. For more cock. For more fucking.”

I mock groaned. “You’re insatiable.”

“I’m a whore, remember?” she mumbled. “I’m supposed to be insatiable.”

“Come,” I said, moving away.

“Where are you going?” “Outside,” I said, holding out my hand to her. “Out onto the terrace. I want to fuck you in the open. In the pool.”

And my beloved sister-in-law smiled radiantly and took my hand in hers and let me lead her out into the night.