We are a product of our thoughts and emotions. Many a time we surprise ourselves for entertaining not only indecent thoughts but even incestuous ones. The following story is one such experience. I would love to have your opinions, suggestions and criticism about the story. When you come to the end of the story, you would find it has been left with scope for further adventures. Please write to me how you would like it to come out later. A story like this, just like my earlier stories 'Sleeping With The Enemy', Love Never Dies', Indecent Proposals' and 'My Niece, My Love' has to be written in the first person to bring out its full flavour. All the other characters are also products of my imagination and bear no resemblance to anyone real.
BOMBAY TO GOA
I was nineteen at that time. My curiosity regarding sexual matters was like any boy of that age. At times I fantasized about indulging in all kinds of things with girls. But all in all I was unsure of myself and didn't know when my dreams would come true. I wasn't totally innocent at that time. Just naive maybe. Little did I know that my cousin sister and her husband would help me realise my dreams and make it the most memorable period of my life. They didn't just initiate me in sex but, I feel, they taught me love.
Payal, my cousin sister, is three years elder to me and was married a year back at that time to a very handsome man Gaurav. I had been to their wedding and they made a very becoming couple indeed. He was a chartered accountant in a private firm in Bangalore and she an interior decorator in a very reputed company. I was studying in a college in Bombay. Everyone in the family knew that I was going steady with a classmate of mine named Vandana. Vandana was my type except that she was very serious about studies. I would, once in a while, miss classes to go to movies, but, Vandana won't even think about anything like that.
Gaurav and Payal wrote to me that they were contemplating having a week's holidays in Goa and it would be nice if Vandana and I would join them. They had booked two adjoining shacks with attached kitchenettes on a remote beach. It took quite an effort convincing Vandana. In India, unmarried girls spending holidays with men, however trustworthy, were unheard of at that time. After getting over her qualms it was a Herculean task convincing her parents. Finally they relented since they too knew that I was quite serious about Vandana and Payal and Gaurav would be around to keep a watchful eye on us.
For the next few days I was on cloud nine. This was the first time Vandana and I were going to be alone, for a considerable period of time. In the past, we had kissed and groped but never really done anything more than that. Vandana was no prude. On the other hand she was hot and I had frequently masturbated thinking about getting between her shapely legs and guiding my eight incher in her. Indeed, the night after obtaining her parents' okay, I furiously masturbated in my hostel room thinking of all the possibilities that the forthcoming vacation offered.
Goa is a fun place. At one time it was a Portuguese colony. There are lovely beaches, good eating and drinking places and a much laid back lifestyle. The sun and beaches attract a host of foreigners. Indeed, at that time, it was the favourite place of the foreign tourists in India. I love the sea, the beaches, swimming and water sports. Hence, it was not just sex with Vandana that held attraction with me. I knew Payal, my sister, very well. We had grown together. She too loved the sea and I knew that the choice of Goa for a week long holiday must have been largely influenced by her.
Payal was the most beautiful girl that I had come across. One doesn't ever think of one's sister as sexy, but, every pore of her tall and slender body oozed sex. She was a craze in the college before marrying Gaurav and I am not sure how many bed sheets in our hostel had curious stains because of boys of her age having pictured her whilst taking their manhood in their moving hands. Many times, my senior male students had mentioned to me that Payal was a "bomb" and they would do anything to get within her pants. Most of the comments had made me nervous, but, every now and then, I also landed up picking fights with boys who exceeded the limits of decency whilst describing their feelings for her. After all, brothers are meant to be protective of their sisters. I had often thought that it would have been easier protecting Payal if she was less sexy and dressed a little more conservatively. I hadn't met her after their wedding and they had moved to Bangalore but I was hoping that Gaurav would have reined her feral instincts.
Sometimes, one's plans come apart in unpredictable ways. Just two days before our departure for Goa, Vandana's uncle expired and the family called off her going with me on a holiday. I was shaken and wanted to drop the idea of my going too but Payal told me on the phone that all arrangements had been made and that I should come alone. She acknowledged that for me it won't be the same fun as being with Vandana. But, she said that it was next to impossible to change the bookings now. The adjoining shacks that they had booked had a common bathroom and toilet between them and it would spoil all their fun if someone not known to them would occupy it. My heart was not in it anymore but I gave in when Payal said that she would consider it a personal favour.
The flight from Bombay was the first to arrive and hence I had to wait for Payal and Gaurav. Goa has a peculiar air about it. The sun and sand are so invigorating that everyone is instantly infected by the spirit of the place. All around me people were moving around in a holiday mood. Colourful beach shirts and sandals for men, and sarongs for women were totally in order.
My prayers about Payal being reined in after wedding were not answered. If earlier, in our college days, she had oozed sex, now she looked like the reincarnation of Venus. When she walked out of the Arrivals every eye was turned on her and a taxi driver closest to me whistled appreciatively. As her brother, I still felt protective but also reasoned that now she would be her husband's responsibility. She gave me an unabashed hug and thanked me for accepting her invitation.
If I have not described Gaurav to you so far it is only because at that time my focus was totally on girls. He was tall, well built and handsome but I had a secret grudge against him for having stolen the prettiest of my sisters away from me. I guess all brothers are jealous of their sisters' husbands or lovers.
The drive up to our beach shacks was exciting. As our hired car went over hills with cashew plants, we longed to see the beach, lined with palm and coconut trees. The last part of the drive was close to the coast and I looked at the shimmering waters of the Arabian Sea and felt a lump in my throat that Vandana was not with me. Gaurav was driving and Payal was next to him and I sat in the rear seat. Every now and then, whenever we saw some lovely sight, Gaurav would lean over and kiss Payal on the lips, or they would squeeze hands. This added to my longing for Vandana.
Our shacks were right up to the beach and very tastefully furnished. There was a common bathroom between the two shacks and a common verandah in front. Each shack had outside showers to get rid of the sand and hammocks hung between trees. The refrigerators and kitchenettes were full of all that we required. The bars were well stocked with all kinds of spirits including local wines and Feni. The beach had many other shacks but these were so planned that everyone had a little privacy. In fact since ours were the last shacks on the beach, we had one curved end of the beach to ourselves.
It was about eleven thirty in the forenoon when we arrived. The company's representative who handed us the keys was also there to help us with other needs such as cooking and laundry. The staff quarters were a little distance from the shacks, in the woods. We took only half an hour unpacking in our rooms and we were then ready to experience the sea and the beach. Gaurav and I came out wearing boxers and we were bare chested. Payal came wearing a skimpy and see through shirt and a sarong through which her bikini panties were visible. If she weren't my sister I too would have whistled at her sensuality. I had to admit that Gaurav and she were well matched and he looked very handsome indeed. He had muscles in the right places and his total appearance was like that of a Greek god, including long curly hair.
To my surprise and glee, they appreciated how good I looked. Payal's compliment was well received but I thought I deserved a little better than being called `cute' by Gaurav. We dashed into the sea and played in the breakers and threw water at one another. We came out and sat on the beach chairs in front of our shacks. Payal wanted beer but Gaurav suggested that we should all have the local Feni (a spirit brewed from Coconut or Cashew fruit) with lime. I went inside and mixed the drinks and carried them for all.
As we sipped our drinks I could not help glancing at my sister. Her skimpy shirt, after getting wet was clinging to her body and the outline of her well rounded tits was clearly visible. Indeed, when Gaurav leaned over to kiss her and she leaned forward to receive his kiss, one of her tits was briefly exposed. As I said, I had been kissing and groping Vandana in the past and had seen her tits sometimes. But Vandana had nothing in comparison to my sister's pair. I had tough time in hiding the bulge that was forming in my wet boxers. Fortunately, neither Gaurav nor Payal were looking at me.
After a couple of drinks, it was time to get into the water again and once again we raced to the sea. At one time when we played in the water in mock fights, Payal lost balance and fell against me and I felt the full force of her tits against my chest. She made it look like nothing had happened. We were up to our waists in water and she could not have noticed how my hero had formed a tent pole in my boxers.
Gaurav and I came out and lowered ourselves on the lounge chairs since Payal wanted to play some more. We were sipping fresh glasses of Feni when Payal stepped out of water. I nearly spilled my drink. Payal, with her wet shirt and sarong, stepping out of the sea and walking towards us, certainly looked sexier than Ursula Andress I had seen in Doctor No. Her tits were now as if totally naked. This time my bulge could not have been missed and Gaurav was looking at me with strange eyes. I felt embarrassed and for the first time in my nineteen years of experience of life, I felt that God had not given me a sensible cock! Sometimes, I felt, the fool of my cock was not under my control and did not understand the sensitive situation at all. Here we were on the beach and he had perked up at the half naked sight of my married sister. Utter foolishness, I thought. I must train it better as I grow older! At the same time I did not want to be harsh on him. Since Vandana hadn't come with me, my hero, I thought, was the only close friend I had on the beach for the next seven days!
Payal had another Feni and lime and went inside to keep the lunch ready. We, that is, Gaurav and I were sipping our drinks and generally lounging around on our chairs. Suddenly Gaurav put his hand on my thigh, gave it a squeeze and said, "Quiet a girl she is; isn't it?"
I was taken aback. Even though Feni had dulled my senses I knew it would be dangerous to make any comments since Payal was, after all, my sister. Gaurav squeezed my thigh once more and I felt odd having my thigh squeezed by another man. At the same time it sent electric current racing through my body and straight to the idiot of a cock that I had. What Gaurav said next left me totally shocked, "Oh come on, Kiran, I saw how your cock perked up when you saw her approaching from the sea,"
I was about to protest but then Payal came out and announced that lunch was ready. We quickly ate our lunch and retired to our rooms. I lay naked in my bed and thought of the events of the day and felt ashamed at not having been able to hide the reaction of my hero. I started stroking it and closed my eyes to think about Vandana but the pics of Payal's naked tits kept coming to my mind. Finally, when I came in uncontrollable eruptions, I pictured myself holding on to Payal tits. Thankfully, I thought, it would never come to that and I would be spared the agony of succumbing to incestuous thoughts.
Feni is a strange drink. One can drink lots of it and it would appear as if nothing is happening. However, suddenly it would hit you as a wet towel in the face. I had gone to sleep in the afternoon and got up late in the evening. Gaurav had entered my room through the common bathroom between the rooms and was looking at my naked body. I had been naked many times with my hostel mates but after Gaurav had called me cute, I felt strange lying naked with him gazing at me. I put the sheet on and covered myself and perched up against the back rest to talk to him. I had no idea how long he had been in my room but I was not going to give him any wrong ideas about myself, especially when he had changed into pajamas and shirt and I was still fully naked.
There was a chair close to the bed but he preferred to sit at the edge of my bed. I was feeling very uncomfortable indeed. He told me that not having been accustomed to drinking Feni, Payal had got up with a splitting headache and nasty hangover. She had taken Aspirin and a sleeping pill and had requested that she be kept out of the evening programme. Gaurav, therefore, said, with a meaningful look in his eyes that we had the evening to ourselves.
He went over to the bar and mixed a drink each for us. He came back and sat at the edge of the bed and offered me the drink. I did not ask him what it was but it tasted very good. Said he, "The only way to beat the hangover is to stay drunk."
We talked of this and that and then he went and made another round of drinks. Soon I was warming up to the evening and my inhibitions about having him next to me in the bed were melting away. Soon, I discovered that my bias against him was ill placed. Gaurav turned out to be well mannered, witty and considerate person. He was easy to talk with and soon we were sharing jokes and stories. When our glasses got over he looked at me questioningly and I offered to make the next drink. The only problem was that I was fully naked and my boxers were nowhere in sight. Anyway, since the drinks had already made me bolder I tossed the sheet aside and walked up to the bar stark naked. His eyes followed me, I could make out. I asked him what we were having. "It is a drink called Between-the-Sheets", he replied, "You put ice in the shaker and put a measure each of brandy, cointreau and rum with a dash of lemon juice."
I did as told by him and carried the drinks to the bed. Gaurav subjected my body to a closer examination and said, "Like I told you, you look cute indeed." I blushed.
After I got between the sheets with my drink of the same name Gaurav suddenly asked me, "Tell me, Kiran, did you think about her when you masturbated this afternoon?"
This was a loaded question and I knew that he was talking about Payal but I still pretended otherwise and so I said, "Oh, Vandana really is a lovely girl and I wish she was here."
Gaurav persisted, "I was not talking about Vandana at all. I was asking you if you thought about Payal (he laid emphasis on her name) when you masturbated this afternoon."
I parried a little more and said, "How do you know I masturbated this afternoon?"
"Well", he said, "It is only natural. You are young, there was sun and sea and Feni and frankly, Payal had put up quite a show. Also, when you got up to make our drinks, I noticed the large stain on the bed cover. What do you say?"
I was totally embarrassed and shy and looked down and prayed that he would change the subject. But he persisted, "Don't take it too hard. All of us are human after all. Since Payal was drunk this afternoon and not in any condition to make love even I masturbated whilst she slept."
Now it was my turn to do the questioning, "And did you think of anyone when you masturbated?"
The way he looked at me I knew the answer straightway. A shiver went up my spine and I started looking down at my hands holding the drink. Finally he said in almost a whisper, "I thought of you".
There was an uncomfortable silence between us for quite some time. It was as if time had stopped altogether. I did not have the heart to look up and meet his eyes. I had hoped that my cock wouldn't show any reaction but it had already perked up and I felt disgusted with it for having done so. It was totally humiliating for me to have been talked about as an object of desire. Only nineteen, yes, but I was a man and here was this another man telling me that he had thought of me whilst masturbating. My cock should have shriveled instead of doing the unimaginable act of becoming stiff.
Gaurav put his drink aside and put his hand through the sheet and touched my cock and said, "I say, your cock appears to be excited about the whole thing."
I had a strange feeling now. No man had ever touched me there. My innate bias told me that it was all wrong. At the same time I had to admit that it was a lovely feeling: the gentleness of his touch, the warmth of his hand, and the joy of doing something forbidden.
"May I get between the sheets?" he asked me. I did not know whether he wanted another drink or wanted to share my bed but by this time I was in a trance and moved over in the bed and made place for him. I was now trembling with excitement and as soon as he got in the bed next to me, he put his arm around and held my trembling body. His hand was actively stroking my cock now and I closed my eyes with the wonderful feeling. With my closed eyes I could not see when he leaned over and kissed me on my lips. I did not open my eyes since I did not want to face myself for having given in to amorous feelings about another man. I had regarded myself as a totally straight man and I did not want to see myself in any other light.
Gaurav must have taken it as a sign of acquiescence for he took my hand and put it on his own cock, even though through the fabric of his pajamas. This was too much for me. I repelled and took my hand right back. "Don't", he entreated and guided my hand back to his cock. This time I just kept it there on top of his boxers like a dead mouse; afraid of making a scene with him since throughout the evening he had been very nice with me. He did not do anything else with his hand but I felt the movement of his cock under my hand. It was rising in a slow, languorous way.
"Kiran, be an angel and take it out of the pajamas", he said and added, "Please." I was transfixed and my hand did not move. Once again he said, "Come on, it won't bite you. Take it out and feel it like I felt yours."
Even to this day I don't know why I felt compelled to do what he wanted me to do. Sheepishly I put my hand through the elastic of his pajamas and touched his cock. Electric waves went through my spine and my own cock now stood up rigidly. I yanked his cock out and gripped it to feel it. It was rock hard by now but smooth textured. Indeed, it felt silky.
I was totally out of my trance by now and knew exactly what was going on. One part of me wanted it to get it over with as quickly as possible. So I asked him, "Do you want me to stroke it for you and make you cum?"
My heart made a flip when he replied, "I want you to do more than that."
"No", I replied with sudden revulsion.
"Please Kiran", he persisted, "We have come this far. Don't back out now."
"Listen", I told him with exaggerated seriousness, "You got me totally wrong. I am not gay, you know."
"I know Kiran", he replied sweetly, "Neither am I. I am happily married to your sister. It is just the need of the hour between us and later we would just forget about it. No one would know."
It made sense but I still had my doubts. "Will you do to me after I do to you?" I asked earnestly.
"Of course", he replied, "Love is all about giving and taking."
By now I had assessed him quite well. Gaurav would do what he said he would. He was a thorough gentleman. I was still thinking about it when he asked, "Tell me, Kiran, are you game?"
I nodded shyly and he stood up in the bed and removed his pajamas and shirt and asked me to first learn the technique. He leaned between my legs and showed me how to cover teeth with the wet lips before sliding the cock in mouth. He demonstrated the movement up and down my cock, with never a moment when the teeth would touch the flesh of the cock. He also showed me what can be done with the tongue both on the cock and the balls.
Now it was my turn. Never in my life was I so excited as then. Gaurav lay flat on the bed with his legs opened slightly. I kneeled between his legs and bent down with my mouth ready to take his cock in. The first thing that I noticed was his musk. It was so overpowering that it engulfed all my senses, even those that still regarded it as wrong to suck another man's cock. So far I had approached the task with still persistent doubts but now it appeared most appealing. I was younger than Gaurav and hence I had the desire to do better than him even though it was he who had taught me the technique. I lovingly kissed the tip of his cock and caressed his huge balls with my fingers. I looked up to see the effect and noticed that Gaurav had closed his eyes. Wonderful. I proceeded further and took my tongue out to lick the pearl drop that had formed on the tip. After that I tongued the entire length of the cock and promptly realised that my deep bias about tasting another man's cock was not right at all. What the mind thinks of as degrading and humiliating is thought to be smelling and tasting bad too. It was nothing of that sort with Gaurav's cock. It smelled nice and tasted even better. I tongued his balls as well and liked it when his curly black pubic hair got into my mouth. After that I returned to the tip, opened my mouth how Gaurav had taught me and slid it down on his cock.
"Oh, Kiran", he moaned, "It feels wonderful. Start sucking when you are ready." I liked him even more. He was so considerate that his own pleasure did not dictate to him to demand quick result from me. He wanted me to start sucking only when I was ready. Very soon I was ready and I started sucking him in all earnestness. I familiarized myself with everything his cock had to offer, every texture, taste, smell and feel. His moaning became louder and provided me with a barometer of the effect of my efforts on his cock. I tailored my sucking to his moaning and did whatever produced the best moaning. "Oh, Kiran, my darling", he moaned, "It feels so great. You are not only a quick learner; you have gone far ahead of my demonstration. Faster now, love. Ya...ya...ya...".
Suddenly I felt his cock swelling in my mouth and felt a slickness engulfing my mouth. This is something that I hadn't thought about. He had cum and instinctively I knew I should keep sucking until the feeling lasted with him. But it wasn't easy at all. It was choking me and I suddenly coughed and splattered his cock, balls and my own mouth with his cum. "I am sorry", I said, "I didn't know how to swallow."
"Don't", said Gaurav, "It is only your first time. Next time you can experiment the way you like."
Now that I had finished the act and made him cum the degrading part of doing an unmanly thing of sucking another's cock had returned full force. I immediately hated myself for having done what I did. How would I ever erase this stain of having become a cocksucker? What would Vandana say if she ever found out? All these thoughts raced through my mind as if a dam had been broken.
"I am sure there won't be a next time", I responded determinedly, "It is not something I wish to ever remember."
"Don't take it this hard, Kiran", Gaurav said softly, "Let me now suck your cock and make you cum."
It was the decent thing to do but I guess I was more angry with myself than with him and hence I snapped, "Gaurav, now please go and leave me alone."
He left immediately without any further attempts to pacify me.
I made myself two cold sandwiches and tried to sleep but sleep won't come. The proceedings of the evening went through my mind over and over again. Initially I was filled with extreme abhorrence against myself for having allowed myself to become a fairy. I was of an age whence boys boasted of their conquests over girls. And here I was having sucked another man's cock and tasted his cum at the age of nineteen. It was utterly demeaning. At the same time I had to admit that his cock tasted great. My own cock once again stood up in acknowledgment of this pleasure I had derived from sucking Gaurav's cock. As I started stroking it the self hatred slowly gave way to all the small and big pleasures that came my way that evening. I masturbated with increasing ferocity and when I came, in my thoughts I had reached the point of Gaurav's cock erupting in my mouth. This was the most earth shaking climax that I had ever reached.
I slept like that but two hours later I was awake again. This time no degrading thoughts invaded me and I stroked my cock thinking only of the pleasure derived from sucking Gaurav's cock. Once gain I came like a fountain.
I woke up next day with the sound of breakers hitting against the rocks. The sun was already up. I put on my boxers and went out to the verandah. Gaurav and Payal were already out and their wet clothes were indicative of their morning swim. Gaurav greeted me cheerily but by now since I had already cum thrice the previous day, the feeling of despondency had returned. Seen in the new day's light it appeared like the most humiliating thing that I could have ever done. How could I? I should have stopped it with more will power.
Throughout the forenoon I hardly ever looked at Gaurav. It was demeaning for me to remember that I had been used as a whore the night before. Somehow I needed to re-project my masculinity - if not to Gaurav but at least to myself. Hence, when we all got into the water I grabbed Payal from behind and lifted her out of the water like a man would. My hands were close to her tits and she could not have missed how I pressed myself against her - not as a brother but as a man about girls. I turned around to show this conquest to Gaurav so that it would register with him too. He didn't make any comments. When we came out of the water I challenged Gaurav to a race till the end of the beach. He tried his best but I won easily. When we came back Payal wanted to reward the winner by giving him a kiss. This was the forbidden limit of incestuousness but when she moved her mouth to give me a brotherly kiss on my cheeks I deliberately held her and kissed her on the lips in full view of Gaurav. Once again he didn't say anything. By lunch time I had got out some of the pent up feelings and thought that I had regained my honour as a straight man.
When Payal went inside to keep the lunch ready for us and we lounged on the chairs nursing our beers Gaurav told me tenderly, "Kiran, please don't take it too hard. I loved you last night and I love you still immensely. You are a good boy but you don't have to prove your masculinity just because you went down on me. Love is not about conquests at all. It is about giving. You gave yourself freely at that time and I admired you for it. Now you are restricting yourself. It is not you. It is the ego in you who is driving you."
I kept quite and closed my eyes and did not know how to adjust to his innate tenderness. It occurred to me that he neither intended nor abused me anyway. It was I who was feeling abused for nothing.
Once again we slept in the afternoon. Early evening Payal drove off to the town to order a cake and buy Gaurav a present as it was his birthday in two days. The next day was Sunday and all the shops would be closed. I offered to drive with her but she said it won't be right because Gaurav would be alone. I gave her money for getting a present for him from me too.
After Payal had gone Gaurav entered my room. I was expecting him and hence I was dressed. In any case I had to dress to meet Payal before she left.
"Kiran", he told me as he sat on the chair next to the bed, "I am not very good with words but I love you."
Tears swelled in my eyes both with the shame caused by the harshness of my earlier feelings towards him and the present joy of having discovered a true friend. "I love you too", I sobbed, "and I shall never again behave in the manner I did." He bent down to kiss me and the volcano of my feelings erupted. I kissed him hungrily and started removing his clothes. When he was in his underwear I knelt down in front of him and kissed his cock through the fabric of his underwear. He protested that it was his turn to suck me but I would have nothing of that. I had loved sucking his cock and I wanted to resume without any interruption caused by his having to suck me. I yanked down his underwear and once again came face to face with the instrument of my desire. Gaurav and Payal had sex in the afternoon and I could smell their sex on his cock. If last night I had planted a few kisses on his cock, these were nothing in comparison to what I did now. I knew at the back of my mind that by tasting his cock I was also tasting a little bit of my own sister's sex on him but I quickly got over the feeling. I slurped up his lovely flesh with my tongue and wanted to gulp him down in my mouth when he said, "Kiran, why don't we move to the bed where we can take our own time rather than rushing through. Also you can take your own clothes off."
I did as he told but I could not wait to get into the bed and attack his cock again. I kissed, nipped, tongued and slurped with increasing intensity. At the moment of cumming he held my hair with helpless urgency and burst into my mouth. I was determined to devour every drop of his precious cum and I nearly did, except that it was too much for me and it trickled down my chin on to my chest.
Afterwards we lay in each other's arms. Once again Gaurav offered to suck my cock too but I wanted the feeling of having sucked his cock to last with me and so I declined. He, therefore, moved me into a position with my back to him and took me in his arms and stroked my cock until I came in bursts of ecstasy. I noticed that just before I came he inserted his finger in my asshole which increased the intensity of my eruption.
Once again we lay in each other's arms and between kisses I asked Gaurav, "What were you doing with your finger in my asshole? I am not a homo you know."
"I know", replied Gaurav softly, "It was only for your pleasure. Did you like it?"
"I don't know", I told him truthfully, "It certainly made me cum more."
"Tell you what", said Gaurav, "I shall give you a dildo that Payal uses sometimes. You try it out in your own time and let me know if you like it. If you do we can proceed further in our relationship. If you don't, I am quite happy with your sucking me."
Before I could stop him Gaurav had hopped across to their room and brought a box and kept it on the bedside. It was getting late and Payal would be back any time and hence we dressed and waited for her outside in the verandah.
In the night after dinner when I started getting into the bed naked, I noticed the box with the dildo on the bedside. Initially I tried to forget about it and switched off the lights to go to sleep. But later curiosity got the better of me and I switched on the bedside lamp and kept the box on the bed and opened it. The box contained one cock shaped dildo and a bottle of gel. I kissed it thinking of it as Gaurav's cock and then applied a liberal amount of gel on it. I opened my legs and put a pillow under my buttocks and applied gel in and around my hole. There was a reckless feeling in me, a strange wantonness of unbridled exploration, when I took the dildo in both my hands and put its head to my lubricated asshole. My virgin hole shrank into sudden stiffness making it hard for the head to enter. By this time I was too far gone in my promiscuous thoughts to abandon the whole idea as impracticable. I inserted it a little and it pained a lot. Instead of pushing it out I held it there until the pain subsided. It was only after that that I pushed it in a little more. Again I encountered shooting pain and hot feeling around my hole. Again I held it there until the feeling wore off. Slowly, I had about half the dildo in me when it crossed the last of my resistance and made place for itself. The other half was then easy to push in all the way to my rectum. I was perspiring but elated at this personal conquest of mine. I had done it and felt proud of myself that I did not give up in between. For now that it was all the way up my asshole it had found my G spot and filled me with indescribable pleasure. I moved it in and out of my hole with one hand and stroked my cock with the other hand. It was simply like paradise. I was also conscious that Gaurav, the gentleman he was, did not force it on me but left it to me to conquer my fears. I increased the speed of both my masturbation as well as the fuck I was getting with the dildo. My ass went up to meet every stroke of the dildo and indeed when I came my ass was in its upward movement. This was a cumming like never before. The eruptions were so powerful that some of the cum drops reached all the way to my neck and face. After they subsided I lay like that for quite sometime without doing anything. The hot feeling between my legs was contrasted by the cold pool of cum on my navel. Afterwards, I slowly took out the dildo, went to the bathroom to wash and dry it and came back to my bed to sleep.
The next morning the look on Gaurav's face told me that he had already guessed about my experiment with the dildo. I still had much to learn in life. When I was angry and agitated it showed in my actions and face. Now that I was madly in love with Gaurav I couldn't hide the feeling if I wanted. On the breakfast table it was I who buttered his toast and poured tea for him. I was sure even Payal would have noticed the sudden change in me. I would have wanted Payal to leave so that I would be with Gaurav again but it happened the other way round. Gaurav was called to attend a phone call in the resort's office (there were no cell phones at that time) and for about ten minutes Payal and I were alone.
"Isn't Gaurav a darling?" she asked me.
"I agree", I told her.
"He is caring, loving and a wonderful being", she resumed.
"I totally agree", I told her.
Then suddenly she asked, "Did you like him in bed with you? He had the hots for you from day one."
I had grown in the last two days more than in the rest of my life. Earlier I would have been shocked and annoyed with a question like this but now, love had changed all that.
"So you know everything?" I asked her resignedly.
"Yes", she replied with becoming pride, "He tells me everything and so do I. We love each other a lot and would do anything to satisfy each other's desires."
I was filled with overwhelming love and admiration for both of them. They were a great couple and in just two years past their wedding they had totally gotten over vain jealousies and envies and gave each other maneuvering room. What she said next confirmed my opinion even more, "You know, Kiran, the intensity of his making love to me has increased since the time he exhibited hots for you."
I straightway decided that when Vandana and I would get married we would try to have the same liberal feelings: that is, giving rather than demanding; trusting rather than suspecting; and loving rather than arguing.
That evening Payal and Gaurav called me to have drinks and dinner in their room. We were all casually dressed and Payal had chosen soft music. Whilst offering a drink, she asked me, "You would prefer between-the-sheets; won't you?"
I suspected that the question was somehow at two levels, though the second level was still far away. Anyway, now that we knew one another so well, there was no harm in replying at both the levels, "I shall always like between- the-sheets." The husband and wife exchanged glances at my earnestness.
Slowly and surely the sexual tension between the three of us kept increasing as the evening progressed. Gaurav and I had crossed one threshold but I knew both Payal and I, because of our strict upbringing, would be very apprehensive about incest. Hence, other than the between-the-sheets general remarks, whenever Gaurav made any attempt at my reaction at Payal's near nakedness on the beach, both of us quickly looked down and changed the topic.
The dinner was superb. Payal had picked up a few delicacies from the market and we were totally satiated. After dinner, Gaurav suggested that we watch a movie together on the VCR. He had selected `Blue Lagoon', a movie about a boy and girl having been shipwrecked on an island. Since the TV was tilted towards the bed, there was no way all three of us could watch it except on the bed together. We kicked off our shoes and got into the bed, with Gaurav lying between Payal and I.
A few minutes later I saw Gaurav's hand extending to catch mine. Initially I resisted but knowing that Payal already knew about us, I let him hold it. It sent shivers up my spine when he lovingly squeezed my hand and took it to his fly. I glanced at Payal on the other side. She was aware of what Gaurav had done but we all had had a few between-the- sheets before dinner and were much bolder in our response. She leaned over to kiss Gaurav on the lips, a clear indication to me to go ahead.
I rubbed my hand on Gaurav's bulge that was clearly visible now. Payal unbuttoned the top of his shirt and put her hand through to his chest and once again kissed him on the lips. Gaurav now guided my hands to unbuckle his pants and lower the zipper of his fly. His other hand moved on to Payal and rested on her left tit over her shirt.
As Gaurav moved his hand through Payal's shirt on to her tit, I got up and lowered his pants and totally removed them. At this stage the movie was going on with Brooke Shield revealing her near naked body but now no one was really watching. Gaurav, meanwhile had managed to unbutton Payal's shirt and her left tit had already sprung out. I got back to my side of the bed and moved my hand to place over Gaurav's cock in his jockeys. Lo and behold I encountered a hand already there. It was Payal's hand and as soon as I touched it over Gaurav's cock she took away her hand hurriedly.
I put my hand through his underwear and gripped his lovely cock. As I yanked it out of the elastic I saw how Payal blushed, not because she had not seen her husband's cock naked but because this was the first time she was seeing it in her brother's hand. She protested but Gaurav deftly removed her shirt and revealed both her tits to me. She covered her face with her shirt rather than face the humiliation of being naked from the waist up in front of her brother.
I gripped Gaurav's naked cock and he leaned over to give me a kiss on the lips. At the same time he helped me remove my own shirt. When he threw my shirt away from the bed, Gaurav also took Payal's shirt covering her face and threw it away. She immediately covered her face with her hands. Gaurav squeezed her tits in full view of me and then lowered his hand down to her skirt. He put his hand through and the way she trembled I knew he had reached her pussy through her panties. With one hand over her pussy, Gaurav, with the other hand, forced her hands open over her face. She resisted but I think the feeling of his finger going in her pussy was making her gradually bolder. He moved her hand over his cock and once again she encountered my hand already there. This time she did not repel but grabbed the top of the cock whilst I held on to the bottom. Payal's and my hands were now touching but we resigned to this arrangement. Gaurav removed his shirt too and now he was the first one fully naked. Payal's skirt was still covering her modesty and I had my pants on.
"Suck me", whispered Gaurav and it wasn't clear as to who he was addressing. I looked at Payal over Gaurav's nakedness and she looked back at me questioningly. I was more than a little shy to suck a man's cock in front of my sister even though she knew about my sucking but then I heard her whisper her command, "You suck him first, Kiran."
All my resistance melted away. Her use of the word `first' left me in no doubt that she would do likewise later. I lowered myself and got between Gaurav's legs. Payal was still holding his cock in her hand and she guided it to my mouth. I gulped it all the way up to my throat and looked up to see Gaurav leaning over to take Payal's nipple in his mouth whilst fingering her pussy with his hand.
After sometime I heard Payal telling me to move over and she took my place between Gaurav's legs. Her tits were bouncing up and down as she kneeled down to suck Gaurav's cock. It was too hot for me and hence I got up from the bed and removed my pants and underwear and started stroking my own cock. When I got back into the bed, Payal could not have helped noticing that I, her brother, was totally naked now, with my cock only a few inches away from where she was sucking her husband's cock. She was still not ready with any incestuous move and she had turned her face away. Gaurav opened his legs even further and I did not know what he had in mind until he told Payal, "Make some place for Kiran to join you."
She edged towards his right leg a little but there wasn't enough place for both sister and brother. So I straddled Gaurav's left leg and then bent down towards his crotch where Payal was already happily sucking. I tongued the lower part of his cock and balls and it was impossible for me to keep my tongue away from Payal's lips.
Soon Payal and I got into the rhythm of alternately sucking his cock and tonguing his balls. Our spittle got mixed over his cock and we actually tasted each other's spittle, tongues and lips. It was impossible not to. Both Payal and I prolonged his ejaculation as much as possible by disengaging just when we sensed he was about to erupt. In the end he was begging us for release. We stopped sucking him and at this stage realized that it would be possible to make him cum simply by tonguing. Both Payal and I did it together, in unison. Soon we were rewarded by an earth - shaking climax. Big hot drops fell on our tongues, lips and cheeks. Since there was no end to his cumming, he, with his right hand, pointed his cock directly at our faces and sprayed us. Gaurav wanted us to lick each other clean but one glance at Payal told me that she wasn't ready for it. So I picked up a towel and cleaned us both.
Gaurav now realized that Payal was the only one not fully naked. He took her in his arms and kissed her, first on her lips and later on her buxom tits. She needed release of her own and hence she did not protest when he put his hand once again through her skirt in full view of me. He must have known what exactly to do with her clitoris because soon she was profusely moaning. I just lay on my side of the bed and stroked my cock whilst watching my sister being readied for a fuck. Gaurav undid the zipper at the back of the skirt and lowered it to her feet. She kicked it down the bed. I saw a wet spot on her panties and guessed that she must have already cum a number of times earlier.
Gaurav bent down and kissed her pussy through the panties and by now she was really hot and well past the stage of shyly protecting her modesty. She had reached for his cock and her magic touch brought some life into his limp cock. When he put his fingers through the elastic of the panties, she looked at me briefly. Her look said it all. She was pleading with me not to look. At the same time she was sure I would. The fact was that even though I had fingered Vandana's pussy, this was the first time I was to see one fully naked. This time when my cock perked up at the sight of her beautiful triangle I agreed with him that there was indeed a reason. After waiting for nineteen long years, my first sight of a naked cunt was that of my own sister but I wasn't complaining. In fact as Gaurav put his cock inside her, I briefly closed my eyes and imagined my cock going into her.
Gaurav must have fucked her hundreds of times earlier but I think he too was excited about fucking her in front of her brother. To add to the excitement, he asked me to feel her tits, loudly enough so that she too could hear. I glanced at her but I think she had resigned herself to it and her eyes told me to go ahead and get it over with. I touched her tit and it felt wonderful. I explored here and there and familiarized with everything that comprised her breasts: the smooth mounds, the erect and dark nipples and the areolas. In the meantime, Gaurav who was actively fucking her, suddenly stopped and in his sweetest voice told her, "Payal be an angel and feel Kiran's cock. After we cum he would be the only one without a release."
The way he gyrated and touched her G spot with his cock probably drained the last of her resistance. She extended her left hand and first put it over my right thigh and then advanced it to my groin. As she zeroed on my cock I couldn't help but close my eyes. I wanted to save the moment forever and I did! Vandana had masturbated me a few times earlier but her touch was not as electric as my sister's. Payal started stroking it and soon I thought I was about to cum. When I glanced at both of them I realized that the pace of their fucking had become frantic and even they were about to shoot. All of us nearly came together. Gaurav told me to direct my eruption to her tits and I did that quickly before she could object. I had cum gallons of white, gooey stuff and beads of it were all over her tits and a few on her chin.
We cleaned up and went to sleep stark naked, with Gaurav sleeping between Payal and I.
Next morning, the sound of the breakers brought me half awake. My first reaction was that the events of last night must have been a dream. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Payal sleeping in the bed across from me and I looked down at my own nakedness and concluded that it wasn't a dream. It was real. Gaurav seemed to have gone for his morning swim and Payal and I, fully naked, were by ourselves in the bed.
I was conscious that the sexiest girl in the world was lying naked next to me, even though she was my own sister. My cock was already showing attention to her. I closed my eyes and tried to dream about the events of last night. Suddenly, I felt Payal taking a turn in the bed and putting her naked arms around my body. She was naturally doing it in her sleep, I thought, and imagining me to be her husband Gaurav. She groped with her hand and found my half erect cock and gripped it. The languorous rolling of her somnolent body was so erotic for me that I nearly came in her hand. Since I was thinking that she had mistaken me for Gaurav, I was not at all prepared for it when she whispered in a barely audible tone, "You have a lovely cock, Kiran."
I was now fully awake. I rolled over her and kissed her on her luscious lips. She stuck her tongue in my mouth in acquiescence of my move. I squeezed her tits, initially tenderly but later with increasing ferocity. Meanwhile she was busy rubbing my now fully erect cock over her already wet clit. I mouthed her tits, alternately savouring the wonderful taste of her nipples. She opened up her legs for me exactly how she had done for Gaurav last night. I must have been clumsy and awkward, this being my first experience with a girl. So, she held my cock and guided it to her entrance. Inch by inch, with her active guidance, I inserted my cock into her and lay on top of her not wanting to ruin everything by hurrying, even though my hero would have wanted quick relief.
It was at this stage that the door opened and in walked Gaurav in his wet boxers. It was alright that he had allowed me to feel his wife's tits last night. It was alright that she was related to me as my cousin sister. It might have been alright that he had allowed her to masturbate me. But now he was confronted by the sight of another man in the act of fucking his wife. I had frozen in my position on top of her not knowing his reaction. But he made light of it by just saying, "What a lovely sight. Both of you look so good."
He started going towards the bathroom but then I remembered something. I whispered to Payal, "Tell him to fuck me in my ass."
Payal told him in louder voice, "Darling, my brother wants you to fuck him in his ass."
Said Gaurav to her (as if I couldn't hear it), "Ask him if he loosened his ass with your dildo or not?"
She did not have to ask me because I heard it directly and so I whispered to her, "I did. Initially it pained but then I soon got over it. I think I can take his cock in me."
She repeated my reply to Gaurav loudly, "He did, honey, and he is ready for you."
All this while my cock was deep inside Payal's cunt. Gaurav told Payal as he took off his boxers and got into position behind me, "Tell him it might hurt." She leaned over and got out a tube of gel from the bedside drawer. She applied some on her right hand and then advanced towards my ass. I parted my ass cheeks to make it easier for her. She found my hole and put her gelled finger inside. She lubricated my hole both inside and out and then took some more gel to apply it on her husband's cock. After that she whispered to me, "Now tell him directly to make you his bitch."
I mustered all my courage and told Gaurav, "Fuck me please."
Gaurav just put the cock head at my hole and gave a push. I winced with the pain and tears rolled down my cheeks. Payal's sisterly concern surfaced and she said, "Gaurav please be very tender with my brother. He has never been fucked there before."
He gave another push and some more of his cock entered me and once again it pained so much that the entire area around the hole became hot as if on coals. It was very different from my experience with the dildo. I was holding the dildo and moving both my ass and dildo into such movements as would cause me the least pain. However not only that Gaurav's cock was much larger, I was totally at his mercy. To give him credit Gaurav was as tender with me as possible and even kissed my back to make it more bearable. Soon I felt him up to the hilt in my perspiring ass. It was a great victory for me. I felt on top of the world - a much stronger feeling than merely having a dildo in me.
"Fuck me now Guarav, I am ready", I told him joyfully.
He started testily and slowly and I too started fucking Payal keeping pace with his strokes inside me. He continued with the act of asking me everything through Payal, "Ask him how does it feel."
"It feels great even though it pains", I whispered to Payal. I noticed that when he was on his extreme downward movement, it caused a tingling sensation in my own cock. It was as if I was fucking Payal with the extension of Gaurav's cock. Gaurav increased the pace gradually and so did I. In our frenzy, my balls were hitting against Payal's buttocks and I could also feel Gaurav's huge balls against my bums.
"Tell him to fuck me faster and deeper", I told Payal and she repeated to Gaurav, "Darling, my brother wants you to fuck him faster and deeper."
Gaurav obliged us straightway. At one time he went so deep that I thought Payal would have felt him directly rather than through my cock in her! "I am cumming, oh God, I am cumming", I heard from both Payal and Gaurav and I had to increase my pace to time my own orgasm with theirs.
Gaurav erupted inside me. All the heat that was generated by his fucking was suddenly drenched by his honey going in me. I erupted in Payal and from the look on her face I could make out that Payal too had a huge climax.
For quite sometime none of us moved. I whispered to Gaurav, "Happy birthday, Gaurav, my love." At the same time Payal whispered, "Happy birthday, Gaurav, my darling." And Gaurav said, "Thank you both for the wonderful gift of love you have given me. I shall cherish it always."
We spent that day and the next three days experimenting. We made love in the nights on the sands of the beach and in the daytime in a boat that we had hired and which we took a little distance away into the sea.
All those who want to know what happened next in Goa and after Kiran returned to Bombay and met Vandana, and have any other comments or have similar experiences to share write to dsouza_dexter@yahoo.co.uk