Divya And My Love Life – Part II

Divya And My Love Life - Part II
Dear friends, I received a few mails and comments to my previous story titled “Divya And My Love Life – Part I”. I am Hitesh and this story is the sequel to the first, about how our relationship was given consent by our family. You may read the previous here: https://www.indiansexstories3.com/incest/divya-love-life-part/ Divya and I came up with an idea, which could make things simpler. She didn’t take pills after our 1st love-making. Instead, she and I looked out options of more sessions. We got another chance on the following Wednesday, when our families went for a picnic. It was about 2 hour from the town, so we travelled in cars; we cousins in one while our parents in a Sumo. After enjoying the day, all were tired and as soon as we arrived back at home, everyone dozed off to bed. I and Divya fled to my study room and secluded ourselves from the world. I kissed her and she responded. I raised her from her belly, and she was getting too excited to wait. She pushed me to my seat, and sat on my lap. She took off her panty and threw away her top. Her soft breasts were so soft that I kept them pressing, and cause her to moan for about 10 minutes. My actions were strong enough to cause her orgasm. And this time, she squirted in volumes. Her orgasm stimulated me so much that I turned her face and kissed her. Our tongues played with each other. She was again nearing another orgasm and she was so excited that she couldn’t continue with the kiss, suddenly jerked her body in some sense of accomplishment. I was ready too. I parted her legs and slowly entered. She was still feeling some pain like that of the 1st time, but she was never reluctant a bit. So I pushed and slowly it went all the way. And then, having felt the warmth of my tool inside her gorge, she was limping in happiness. She took lead in making me reach my climax within just 2 minutes. Again, a series of soldiers, battling against each other to reach the egg of my sister travelled faster into her womb and we collapsed. We slept for some time and having gained our energy and senses we washed ourselves and went to our rooms. I got a pair of pregnancy test kits and made Divya take a test that weekend. It turned negative. So we weren’t at all worried. Indeed, we planned our 3rd intercourse on next Sunday, and this time, except us two, the entire family travelled to the city for shopping and all. Both of us had the day and a big empty house to ourselves. I hugged her and this time we both were naked from the beginning. My penis was erect and it poked in her belly. We decided to take shower together and went to my bathroom. With the shower on, we stood under it, and kissed very passionately. We felt as if the heat inside was too much. Wet as we were, we closely hugged each other and kept on playing with our tongues. She raised her one leg and placed it over the toilet seat. She took my one hand and touched her vagina. There was moistness. She whispered me to insert my fingers. I did so, our first fingering session began. For about 5 minutes as I fingered her, she discharged white thick fluid with tremendous shaking of her entire body at the thrust of her orgasm. She couldn’t breathe even; her pleasure was out of bounds. She held herself against me, and I tasted her fluid that had stuck to my fingers, it felt different. I sat on the toilet seat with my erect, hard penis calling its shelter, my sister’s vaginal hole. Well lubricated due to her orgasm as her vagina was, I pulled her down to sit on my lap, her face towards me, and guiding the penis into the hole as she slowly descended. When the tool was inserted, Divya came to her senses, and kissed me so deeply on lips that I almost tumbled backward. She began charging my rod with her up and down motion, and doing so for another 3-4 minutes, I felt I was close. I pushed our bodies up with the tool still inside her gorge and pushed ourselves on the floor of the bathroom with myself on top of Divya. I tried to hold myself longer. Pumping continued for some more time, with more and more noise of pleasure echoing around. Divya reached another orgasm, her beautiful body twitched, and her vaginal muscles as if bit my penis that I couldn’t hold any longer and erupted. Oh my God, what a climax it was. The floor was cold yet not enough to give our warm bodies any shiver. Instead, we were enjoying by ourselves. We got up, and dried the remnants of water, and ran to the bed. Never before did we have two continuous sessions. But today was our day, and we threw ourselves on to the bed, and hugged again. I had heard about doggy style and asked Divya to take the pose. For the first time, I touched her soft cunt with my tongue. She shivered. Her cunt smelt with mine and her juices. I licked her, and as I was probing her hole more and more she was breathing heavily. And, in no time, she again discharged in my mouth and fell down, tired. I couldn’t swallow but just licked her dry. I pulled her up, and brought her face on my lap and inserted the rod in her mouth. She was now giving me a blow job. A tremendous pressure was developing and I didn’t want to waste any bit of it, so again I parted her legs, now with her on my top and tore into her womb and thumped with vigour. Finally, I discharged for another time in her womb that dried us both of any energy but to cling to ourselves and sleep. We woke up in an hour and then, with a feeling of accomplishment, dressed up for the evening. She took another test a week later and it turned positive. O, yes, Divya was pregnant with our child. We hugged each other again as now was the beginning of our plan. How truly has one step of my bold sister made our lives heaven! We are like the best sibling couple with a cute little baby. The most precious jewel of any girl is her honour.

When I and Divya lost our virginity during our 1st love-making, we were little worried as to how we could convince our families to marry us off. Then, Divya and I had this one risky idea. After the test kit indicated that she could be pregnant, I brought her two more kits to confirm. Both showed similar results. I then took her to a doctor away from the town and the doctor too confirmed that she was pregnant. Now, we were happy that the 1st step of our relation-making was done. Several things were to be managed, so we hurried home. To build a dramatic situation at home, I gathered all family members downstairs in the common hall and I had already asked Divya to make sad, tensed faces. She was sobbing. I then disclosed to the family in a dramatic manner that my sister was no more a virgin and that, she was expecting. As if a bolt from the blue, Uncle rose from his chair and slapped his girl hard, and fell down, shivering. I supported him on his seat. Others began shouted altogether. When the harmony was disturbed, I raised my voice to make them silent and explained to them that during her last college fest, she was probably drugged by some mischievous friends and then raped when she was unconscious. And that, she had been feeling weak for a week and nausea and lethargy were her symptoms that I noticed whenever she came to my study room at night, all were silent in thoughtfulness. Uncle spoke again to suggest that we should immediately lodge a police complaint but I alerted that this would ruin Divya’s life, honour, everything, and we must not let that happen since the fault was never hers but that, it was just a traumatic incident. Everyone there seemed perplexed. I continued that the best option would be to marry her off. There were whispers about abortion too but no one dared to speak that out, and the situation was turning just like what I had wanted. The ladies present were almost near tears at the plight of their beloved daughter. Divya was sobbing still. Uncle had nothing else in mind when I reassured to one and all that everything will be alright if Divya is married off at the earliest. The point was that if the girl was married off then, she would deliver her baby at least close to nine months of marriage. There were then discussions about the possibilities of her marriage. But no one seemed to be getting how that could take place within such a short span. There was then the most difficult task I had in hand. I suddenly spoke aloud, “I would marry her.” People present were dumbfounded. I repeated- “I will marry my sis in order to save her from any further sorrow.” Eyes travelled from one corner to another, each one looked around one another, whispers became louder and confusion arose to its maximum in the hall. Divya was sitting next to my mom, and since her birth, she had lived more with my mom than with her own. So, naturally, my mom loved her a lot. Divya rested her head in my mom’s lap and my mom was trying to console her. Mom then spoke out that if it be necessary, then she would consent in our marriage, because Divya was no less than her own child. I was looking for the opportunity that my mom would at least say something. I began monotonously reminding how beloved Divya is to all of us, and that she is an Angel and she must not be blamed for this accident as she was not at all aware. After almost an hour of convincing, I saw Divya’s mom nodding in our favour. Followed next was my younger aunt and uncle. Elder uncle hardly spoke then, and finally my father raised his voice. He was the only one I felt who could not be convinced so easily. So, I had planned thoroughly. As soon as he began with his say, Divya ran towards me and hugged me and cried, “Da, please save me, please save our family.” Divya was marvellous with her acting. I consoled her and looked towards dad and saw his face packed with confusions and he was next proceeding towards me, as I was consoling Divya. He came to me, kept his hand on Divya’s head, to bless, and asked me if I was sure of what I said. I blinked positively. Dad pulled Divya towards him and made her look into his eyes, as if he was trying to get something out of her eyes but the softness revealed nothing. He kissed her forehead and pulled her in his embrace. He looked towards elder uncle and assured him that this was indeed the safest way. Divya was married to me on the next week, and very few relatives attended the marriage since it was on a short notice and also because some had avoided to be a part of this function. But, we weren’t bothered about them anymore. A journey of love began in December 2013 and I was married to my sister, my Angel, my Divya in January 2014. This could all happen just because my sister took her step in professing her true feelings, true love to her brother. May be we did wrong by having our intercourse before marriage as this could risk us both, but it was necessary. This story is my love story. This is a love story of a brother-sister couple. This story is about faith, about Love, true Love. I and she had sex before our marriage just to aid us in pursuing others’ consent in our favour and we succeeded. Divya was married to me this year in Jan. But, since she was already pregnant with our child, we didn’t indulge in intercourse until the baby was born. Yet, we enjoyed our relation to the fullest. Tell us how you liked our love story. Mail us at [email protected].