Love Making With Cousin Brother – Part 9
Hi, my Indian sex stories (ISS) readers. It has been years since I have continued this story. But since so many have reached out to me, I am obliged to tell you have my relationship with my cousin brother developed. My Bhabhi and I continued our fun with Noor. One day she even told me about how her younger brother is not her brother. Her parents had adopted him after a close family had an accident. Though he was considered and raised as her brother, they had sexual relations. This was a great way for me to get her view on brother-sister relationships and her tolerance for them over the time we became close. She was fine with it as long as it was consensual and safe. It gave me a way to get her an idea of my cousin and me being able to continue our relationship. But I had to plan it so that I was the victor. I started asking more about how she enjoyed her brother’s cock. She explained everything in detail as we lay naked most of the time. I used to act envious of the feeling of having a relationship in bed with a brother. She started teasing and broaching the idea of me trying with her husband, my cousin brother. I had got her to like the idea of me and bhai having sex before her. She planned to get him into the idea. I gave Bhabhi an idea that if maybe I and bhai get sexual, he might allow her to fuck her brother without hiding. I knew if she proposed it to bhai, he would agree. It was my way to get him back on my side. My sadistic and slutty plan was in motion for months with hints and sly remarks. It was like foreplay for the mind for both, and it needed one good move to set everything into motion. It all came to a head over a weekend night when we watched IPL. Since it was hot summer, I was in my home crop top and panties. Bhabhi had told me to start exposing myself to bhai before anything. Bhabhi always defended me, saying, “She’s young. Let her be free.” It’s not like bhai minded. He used to grope my ass anyway when Bhabhi wasn’t around. But for the sake of acting, he did show some annoyance. Bhai and Bhabhi were sitting on the couch. I sat on the recliner, facing the right toward the couch. I had put my feet on the coffee table as we all watched the match, but my mind was planning something else. I slowly shift my leg from the coffee table to the couch near me onto bhai’s lap, saying, “Ye acha hain aur naram bhi” (This is much better and softer). “Ye kya hain?!” (What is this?!) said Bhai, feeling my legs reach his lap. “Kuch naram cheez pe rakhna tha aur aap paas mein the,” (I wanted to put them on something soft, and you were the closest.) I said with a wink to Bhabhi She was getting my drift of things and said, “Toh? Har din nahi hota ki koi khubsurut ladki tumhare patni ke alava tumse araam le. Par Radhika, ye hamesha naram nahi rehte.” (So what? It’s not every day that a pretty lady other than your wife takes comfort. But Radhika, he’s not always soft.) she said back with a wink, and we both smiled. Bhai got red and wanted to get up. But Bhabhi held his hand and said, “Arre, we’re joking. Why you’re shy?” while she rubbed his arm between her breast over her nightie. As if on cue, I could feel my bhai’s cock start to get hard in his pants under my calf. I acted surprised and said, “Really?! Kis tarike ki sakhti ki baat kar rahe ho, Bhabhi? Bhai to bare narm maan ke hai?” (Really?! Which kind of firmness are you talking about, Bhabhi?) “Arre main dusre sakhti ki baat kar rahi hu,”(I mean the other kind of hardness) she said with a wink and giggled. I took the bait and said with a giggle, “Kahi woh sakhti woh toh nahi jo mere tango ke neeche hai?” (Is this hardness that which I feel under my legs?) “Acha, aisa kya?” (Oh really?) said Bhabhi as she put her hand down Bhai’s shorts to grab his cock. Bhai flinched and looked at me, and I winked. He got the message to go with the flow. My plan was working, and all it needed was a little more push. “Sakht toh ho raha hai tumhare bhaiya par iska reason tum ho ki main?” (Your brother is getting hard, but what could be the reason?) She said with a naughty tone as she looked at me. “Woh toh wohi bata sakenge,” (That only he can tell), I said. I got up and sat on the couch’s armrest on the other side of Bhai. By now, Bhabhi could hold on to Bhai’s tent maker in the shorts with her slowing moving it up and down. I saw this and said, “Pata nahi kisne kiya ye sab, bechare bhaiya ko.” (I don’t know who put my poor elder brother in this condition). For someone very dominating, my cousin brother was very quiet about this happening. Before he could even react, Bhabhi pulled his shorts down to reveal his cock with her hands around it, stroking it. Bhai got very stunned by this. He looked between Bhabhi and me and whimpered, “Yeh sab kar rahe ho tum log?” (What are you folks doing?) I winked at him. Bhabhi took my cousin’s hand away from covering his cock and put one on top of her breasts. I took his other hand and put it under my crop top on cue. Bhabhi then took my hand a put it on his cock. The room sat in silence, with only the match commentary providing white noise to the sudden build of sexual tension and heat between 3 people. Bhabhi then broke the silence by saying, “Sakti toh hume pata chal gaya kiski hai par tumhare bhaiya ne abhi tak nahi bataya ki hum dono mein se narm kaun jyada hai.” (I think it’s clear about who’s hard, but your elder brother still must clarify who’s the softer one between us). I could feel Bhai starting to squeeze my breasts. Bhabhi took this as a cue to shift herself between my cousin brother’s legs while on her knees to start licking his cock tip. I removed my hands from his cock as she grabbed the remaining into her hands. “The second innings is on its way,” stated the commentator.