Bonding Between Siblings - Part 7
Hello readers, thanks for all the likes and appreciation for all the previous stories. In the previous part, we have seen that Rajshri had arrived at the scene and was willing to participate in the incestuous affair between Pratik and his sister Himani. After getting fucked by Pratik, they ordered a pizza. Rajshri and Pratik explained everything that had transpired to Himani. Continuing the story: After eating the Pizza, Rajshri asked her cousins Himani and Pratik to get dressed. Pratik was a bit confused, but glad at the chance of resting a bit. Due to continuous fucking, he was tired now. Meanwhile, Rajshri brought a water bottle from the kitchen and tossed it toward her cousin brother Pratik saying, “Pee le… tujhe zaroorat hai” (Drink, you need it). Pratik drank a few sips. He realized he was really thirsty. Soon, he drank the entire bottle. Pratik was really tired after all the sex. It was his first time and he had been going on like a bunny in heat. Rajshri asked the siblings Himani and Pratik to dress up and sit down with the empty bottle. “Khali bottle ka kya karenge? Lao main fenk deti hu.” (“What is the use of this empty bottle? Let me throw it away.”) Himani said. Rajshri replied, “Arre, tu baith. Main sab batati. Pratik tu bhi aa.” (“Arre, You sit. I will explain everything. Pratik, you come as well.”) Confused, Himani and Pratik sat down on the floor beside Rajshri, forming a closed circle. Rajshri: Abhi hum khelenge truth or dare, with a twist (Now we will play truth and dare, with a twist). Pratik: Mujhe pata hai ye game (I know this game). Rajshri: Offo, sun to le (Offo, listen properly). Himani: Karna kya hai? (What needs to be done?) Rajshri: Okay, So main ye bottle ghumaungi, aur jispe bhi ye rukegi usko ek dare complete karna hoga. I call this variation dare or dare. (Okay. So I’ll spin this bottle, and whoever it lands has to perform a dare. I call this variation dare or dare). Himani: Okay. Pratik: Okay. Rajshri: Okay? So, shall we begin? Himani and Pratik answered affirmatively. Then Rajshri spun the bottle. It landed on Himani. Rajshri flashed her a naughty smile. Rajshri: Tera aur Pratik ka pehla kiss mere sath karke bata. (Replicate your and Pratik’s first kiss with me). Himani blushed a bit. However, she went forward to kiss Rajshri on the lips. But Rajshri stopped her and said, “Poora scene” (“The whole incident”). “Okay”, Himani said. Then she got up and asked Rajshri to pick up her phone and sat on the bed pretending to laugh at some joke. Rajshri acted as instructed. Himani then told her that when she snatched the phone, Rajshri had to wrestle her to get it back. But since Himani was acting as Pratik, she had to lose. Himani then proceeded to snatch her phone. Both of them wrestled a little and Himani ended up with Rajshri. Their breathing was a bit heavy. Himani tickled Rajshri a bit. Rajshri laughed. Himani knelt forward, her lips close to Rajshri’s. She placed her lips gently on Rajshri’s lips. Pratik was watching this enactment of his first kiss with Himani. His cock found the energy to get active again. Meanwhile, Himani and Rajshri were lost in the kiss. Himani was sucking on Rajshri’s upper lip while Rajshri was replicating the same phenomenon on Himani’s lower lip. Then Himani proceeded to insert her tongue into Rajshri’s mouth as her hands began to explore Rajshri’s body. “Himani..”, Pratik called out, pulling them out of their reverie. Both of them were breathless. Himani mumbled something about their aunt calling Pratik and started getting back to her place. “That…. was…. nice”, Rajshri exclaimed, out of breath. “I know, I even masturbated after leaving”, Himani said. “Sacchi!?”(“Really!?”), a surprised Pratik asked. “Yup”, Himani confirmed. “Agar Aunty nahi bulati to main bhi tabhi chod deta tujhe”(“Had Aunty not called, I would have fucked you then itself”), Pratik said. “Main chud jati” (“I would have allowed it”), Himani answered. “Woah”, Rajshri exclaimed “Agar itna mast kiss hota, to main bhi chud hi jati, shayad abhi bhi, agar ye kameena Pratik ungli naa karta to”(“If it was a kiss like that, I too would have allowed him to fuck me, might have gotten laid right now had this bastard not meddled”) “Anyway, let’s continue” Himani spun the bottle again. This time, it landed on Pratik. Himani thought for a while and then said, “Agar aunty nahi bulati to jo hota wo abhi poora karega?” (“The thing that might have happened had aunty not called, want to complete it now?”) Pratik said, “Wo to main baar-baar karna chahunga”(“I would like to do it again and again”) to which Himani replied, “To fir firse shuruaat se karte hai” (“Then let’s do it again from the beginning”). Saying so, she picked up the phone, lay down on the bed, and started reading the messages. Pratik again snatched the phone and Himani again tried to get it back. Pratik was ready this time and pinned her down in an instant. This time, he did not hide his lust behind the tickles and went straight for Himani’s boobs -kneading them over her top. Himani just smiled naughtily as she reveled in the sensation of her brother massaging her boobs. Pratik leaned forward and started kissing Himani. The kiss was soft at first – just the two of them feeling each other’s lips. Pratik wasted no time and inserted his hand under the top and started playing with Himani’s nipples which were now erect. The kissing became intense. Pratik and Himani separated to take off their t-shirts and got back to smooching each other. They began to really enjoy their kiss. All of a sudden, Himani grabbed Pratik’s waist and turned him such that Pratik was now under Himani. She gave him a naughty smile and bent towards him to re-capture his lips. She then began to kiss Pratik all over.